Hot Flow International Photography Competition, one of the most professional photography competitions in the world.
In addition to the lucrative bonus provided by the host’s heat flow fund, the winner can also get the honorary title that allows him to occupy a place in the world’s top photography field, which is also the highest praise for a photographer, “Heat Flow Master”.
Heat Flow invites the 50 shortlisted contestants to the venue in New York every year to witness the birth of a new "Heat Flow Master".
To put it simply, there is no ordinary person who sits at the competition site.
At this moment, the venue was completely dark, and the only source of light was the light curtain on the podium that broadcast the entries in turn, but everyone's attention was not here.
Within Zhang Xingzhi's line of sight, everyone was talking about it, even the experienced host on stage was full of embarrassment—it was already time to announce the nominees, but they kept delaying it.
I heard that an award presenter was late.
Hearing this, Jiang Duoduo, who was still nagging Zhang Xingzhi to win the prize, who wanted to mount him on the school's official website as their college's admissions sign, suddenly stopped, and said incredulously, "Then all of you will wait for him?"
"En." Zhang Xingzhi simply explained to the noisy leader on the other end of the phone, "It should be soon."
Dean Jiang was shocked: "... How dare you be late? It's too crazy. Aren't you afraid of being blacklisted by your circle?"
Zhang Xingzhi paused, and summarized the ongoing gossip in his ears: "He's an outsider."
Dean Jiang was even more shocked, and his tongue was almost tied: "A layman is invited to present the award??? Mr. Zhang, what I reported to you is indeed hot flow... "
The discussions in my ears continued, Zhang Xingzhi: "It is said that the judges are also him."
As soon as the words fell down, Dean Jiang, who was thinking about how hard it was to be elated once in the courtyard, couldn't stand it anymore, opened his mouth so that the counselor's office at the other end of the corridor could hear the volume, and slapped the table: "Nonsense! This is Hu... ”
"coming."
Dean Jiang was startled: "What?"
He was answered by silence.
Zhang Xingzhi looked at the familiar figure that appeared at the door, and suddenly lost his voice.
Looking at the gringo who bent over and kneeled beside him, Zhong Yi was a little unhappy: "Isn't the result given to you a long time ago, what are you waiting for me to do?"
He only said that he would definitely come, but he didn't say when he would come, so he didn't even have a few bites of dinner at the airport.
As the man said, he pressed his sore shoulders and neck with his backhand, and when he hung his head, the two strands of black hair with natural curves on the side of his face were scattered a little bit, and he casually grabbed a loose ball at the back of his head, his whole body was tired.
Looking at the people in front of him who didn't take it seriously, Aosta was very grateful that the lights were not turned on at the moment with the attention of the audience.
Walking in the dark, Ostana kept bending his waist in a gentlemanly manner to match his friend's height, and lowered his volume: "Didn't you eat on the plane? Hold on, just ten minutes."
What ten minutes, Zhong Yi never believed in all the nonsense about time at the award ceremony, but he was so sleepy that he leaned on his neck and let out a soft hum that was not a smile, and stopped talking, staring at the road under his feet and listening to the people around him. Like tuberculosis, he chattered non-stop, letting his eyelids fight.
It's hard to say why, but since that person appeared at the door, the chatter in Zhang Xingzhi's ears gradually subsided, and everyone looked in the direction of the door in unison, with their eyes glued to the slender figure, trying to think through the darkness. To see who was coming, the venue became very quiet.
Jiang Duoduo was still asking relentlessly on the phone, but Zhang Xingzhi stared at the man for a moment, and found that he was still wearing the same brick red satin shirt under the black and white knitted sweater. The legs are still walking casually.
All of a sudden, Zhang Xingzhi felt that the tip of his nose was once again wrapped in that vague body fragrance, as if this person was lying in his arms just a second ago.
Not paying any attention to the probing eyes around him, Zhong Yi followed Aostana to the judges' seat and took out the blindfold from his coat pocket as soon as he sat down. In full view of the crowd, before a group of people had time to marvel at his outstanding appearance, they watched the man raise his hand and hide those long and narrow eyes behind the blindfold.
The smile on Aosta's face couldn't hold on suddenly, looking at the temples of his friend who was sleeping on the back of the chair next to him on the light curtain, his temples were bulging, and he dared not speak out.
Although they were the ones who did the stupid things first, Ostana knew that it would be inevitable to just invite people to show off, but wearing blindfolds is really too fierce...
On the screen, the man is beautiful even if half of his face is blocked.
Looking at the exquisite face, Zhang Xingzhi slowly slid his Adam's apple, left a message on the phone to tell him the result, and then cut off the call.
Even if the director quickly cut the scene, Zhang Xingzhi couldn't listen to the host's unembarrassed narration at all, and his mind was full of the glimpse just now.
There were rumors in my ears, and many people off the court were speculating about his origin, but more people were still expressing their dissatisfaction.
Like, can you imagine someone sitting in the front row at the Oscars wearing a blindfold like this? It was a serious international competition, but it was turned into a joke by this person. The slightly weak personality has already started to curse people, but Zhang Xingzhi's first concern is that this person seems to be very tired.
Coming from Hong Kong City, it took a 13-hour flight, but it was as if I hadn't slept at all, was it because I was too hard and uncomfortable...
Zhang Xingzhi had sharp eyes, and in just a few seconds, the camera could vaguely see something on the man's neck, but the man's undisguised and calm appearance made him uncertain.
Thinking of the hard ring in his pocket, Zhang Xingzhi subconsciously touched his neck.
Last night was crazy...
To change from usual, Zhong Yi will never find trouble for himself before taking a long-distance transportation.
But after finally finishing his work for a while and waiting for a celebration banquet, after a few glasses of wine, Zhong Yi tried to restrain himself, but was broken by the person who forcibly sent him to the door.
To be honest, it's not bad, at least he survived the 13 hours of first class by reminiscing.
Zhong Yi's beautiful thin lips turned up unconsciously, and his sensitive fingertips seemed to recall the touch of touching the muscle lines of the man's back last night, and he couldn't forget it.
Crazy to crazy, it's true that I haven't relaxed so much in a long time.
Although Ostana was always paying attention to the movement of the people around him, he didn't dare to ask them what Zhong was laughing at, and could only prick the villain desperately in his heart.
Don't let him catch those ignorant people in a short period of time. It's not good to cheat on anyone, but he has to sneak in such a corner. Fortunately, things in their circle are basically not out of the circle, so it won't be too embarrassing.
Fearing that Zhong would get impatient, Ostana said ten minutes would be ten minutes.
The host, who received the signal on the stage, simplified the process on his line card at the speed of light, and entered the last part of the day in a few words: "Next, we will announce the list of ten photographers shortlisted for the Reflow International Photography Contest. Among them are the first few photographers. There are familiar old faces in this year, but there are also dark horses that stand out... …”
Although only the top three of the ten photographers with bonuses can be dubbed the title of "Hot Flow Master", but in fact, except for those three photographers, there is no specific ranking order - the list is not in order, and it is announced in alphabetical order .
Zhang Xingzhi was the last one to go up.
Ten contestants arrived, and the award presenters came to the stage one by one.
Ostana leaned over to Zhong Yi's ear and was about to wake him up, when he saw that the person who had been motionless before suddenly took off his blindfold, and his eyes with upturned tails narrowed in confusion, uttering low English words. The hoarse voice was full of sleepiness: "...is there a Chinese?"
Zhong Yi only looked at the photos for the selection comments before, and he didn't know who made these photos.
Ostana immediately glanced at the tall Asian man on the stage, who was not inferior to the physique of the people around him, and whispered: "Well, it happens to be in your hands according to the order."
While the two were talking, the first eight award presenters had already got up and walked to the podium one by one.
Zhong Yi followed Aostana and was about to look over when his eyes became wet and his vision was blurred. After he tilted his head and yawned and stood beside the Chinese photographer, Zhong Yi realized how tall this man was. .
It's no wonder that the director doesn't have a long memory. It's really too rare for two Chinese people to stand on the podium at the same time.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, one of the two raised his head and the other lowered his head. The first moment their eyes met, they couldn't help laughing.
With this smile, the man's face-length bangs that were slightly curled around his cheeks parted again, his thin lips were raised lightly, his nose bridge was raised, and his sky was full. His side profile stunned all the well-informed photographers underneath. Only Zhang Xingzhi's gaze stayed on the white nape of the man in front of him with plum blossoms printed on it, so he saw it right...
How much fate does it have to be in order to meet another one-night stand nearly 10,000 kilometers away
Zhong Yi pursed his lips, his long and narrow eyes were full of smiles, he glanced at the man's coat which was as fresh as his, and leisurely looked away and said with a smile: "What a coincidence."
It was only then that Ostana realized that something was wrong.
Although he had always heard about Zhong Yi's affairs, it was the first time he had such an intuitive impact. He didn't pay attention when the light was too dim when he received people in before!
Then in the next second, Ostana was so blessed that he looked straight at the neck of the Chinese photographer in front of him.
Let alone him now, everyone present could clearly see the marks on the necks of the two in the close-up of the clear image of the light curtain.
The lustful hickey on the beauty's neck seemed to be compared with the long scratch on the side neck of the tall guy, and the symmetry was just right.
The director was completely dumbfounded in the studio. It took several seconds before he remembered to cut the camera, and quickly replaced the corresponding works of the ten photographers.
Looking at the man, Zhong Yi looked back at his toes, and said with a smile, "So I left a mark on you last night, too."
Zhang Xingzhi lowered his head and stared at his invisible hickey, holding the ring in his pocket to say no, but he held back, and finally only two words were left: "Sorry..."
The tone is restrained, but with a bit of indescribable intimacy.
The corner of Zhong Yi's lips smiled even more, he turned his head to look at the entries behind him, and said, "It's a beautiful shot, congratulations."
Zhang Xingzhi paused: "Thank you."
Although it is not that there is no third person who can understand Chinese, at least there is no one within the visual and auditory range.
However, this does not prevent Ostana from collapsing, because the atmosphere of these two people standing together is too subtle. He believes that anyone who is not blind can tell that these two people have slept, or they have just finished sex, and they were kicked out. The hot kind.
Listening to the restlessness below, Ostana was on the verge of a shutdown, he tried his best to control his trembling voice and said in a low voice: "The bell... at least cover it!"
But Ren Zhongyi didn't even lift his eyelids, he just asked leisurely: "How to cover it up, do you wear a scarf to cover it up in summer?"
Ostana couldn't stand it anymore, and Zhang Xingzhi held back for a long time through a wooden stake, but only said a word to Zhong Yi that had a bad influence.
To be honest, he was forced to start thinking about how to kill the "witnesses" in this room.
Zhong Yixin was amused, how could he not know that this person was afraid that the hot flow judges and the winners would have an affair and smash the signboard.
Aostana saw the man folded his arms and raised his head, and sneered at himself, "Are you not confident in yourself, or in your hot flow's professionalism?"
Zhong Yi finished speaking without waiting for anyone to open his mouth, and added his own words without looking back at him from the beginning to the end, pursing his lips and saying: "Since you dare to fool me, don't be afraid."
In view of the general environment, this site may be closed at any time, please move to the permanent source replacement App as soon as possible, huanyuanapp.org
During the speech, Zhang Xingzhi saw his brows raised slightly from the side, and the soft light from the large screen lined his proud jawline, and every hair tip was lit up, messy but high above.
want to shoot him.
This was the first time that Zhang Xingzhi had two impulses about these three words to the same person, and it was still within 24 hours.
Zhang Xingzhi's eyes darkened, wanting to take a picture of him.