She is a person who has really experienced ancient times, once she enters the state, she will behave like a person who belongs to that era.
However, because she is wearing a cheongsam, which is a modern dress, she has both subtle expressions and the unique style of the old Shanghai period. The material of the cheongsam is silk, light and close to the body, perfectly outlines the attractive curve, while the pipa buckle on the neckline adds a bit of dignity and restraint.
In China, cheongsam has undoubtedly become a symbol to test whether a woman is feminine. A woman who can conquer a cheongsam is naturally amorous.
For example, Su Kui now.
I saw her sometimes dignified and elegant, sometimes lazy, even if she didn't look at the camera, she could make people truly feel the prosperous and indifferent attitude emanating from her, from the inside out, belonging to the old Shanghai.
The breeze and jade dew pours, moving to create a fragrance—
I don't know why, this poem came to my mind when I grew up in a foreign country. In fact, the hard photos that he wanted to take, what he wanted to take, and the sensation had already existed, but he couldn't control his hand pressing the shutter.
Every photographer has a quirk, that is, he wants to put all the beautiful things seen in the world into the camera and make them eternal.
Probably Su Kui had something in his eyes that needed to be spread and collected.
Because of Su Kui’s high level of cooperation, the photos were taken quickly. After Mousri recovered, he realized that his waist and back were painful. The T-shirt on his excited back was soaked with sweat, and his forehead was densely covered. Sweat beads.
He reacted and casually raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead, but when he looked up, Su Kui was smiling and looking at him, and he blushed in embarrassment.
Su Kui got up and thanked him with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, both of you."
"Yes, it should," Musri shook his head quickly.
Another videographer also agreed with Musri, saying that it was his job, no thanks.
After speaking, the two people consciously retreated and gave space to Su Kui to remove makeup and change clothes.
Probably Su Kui is the fastest person among twenty people. It took only two hours for the entire set of still photos to be taken. She looked at the sky, because the phone was confiscated, she could only roughly estimate that the time was probably in the afternoon. Three o'clock.
Now that the task is completed, she is not in a hurry, because there is no water here, she is going to change her clothes and wash her makeup after returning to the villa.
Su Kui was shocked for a moment after being suddenly hugged by someone from behind, and then felt her shoulders sink, and the familiar smell of menthol tobacco instantly circulated in her nose.
Through the dusty mirror, Su Kui could vaguely see a head with hairy blond hair resting on her shoulder, and his blue eyes looking at her through the mirror, it was Auguste.
Su Kui's eyes narrowed slightly, avoiding his sight, and asked faintly, "Why are you here? Where are the mousse and others outside? Did you see you too?"
Auguste bent down, his slender fingers played with the lute button on her neckline, and his voice was low, "Well, I saw it."
Su Kui was annoyed, bending her elbow and about to hit it hard. Auguste smiled lightly, caught her easily, turned her around, hugged her and sat down on the dressing table.
Seeing that Su Kui ignored him with a cold face, and didn't get angry, "Don't worry, except that they didn't know that I was there. During your recording of the show, there will be no rumors about us being together."