He Bai stared at the computer screen, shaking his hands to zoom in and then zoom in on the photo just imported.
The photo shows a splendid night view of the city. Wanjia lights and stars spread out between the sky and the earth. The soft natural starlight and the splendid artificial light are intertwined, like the collision of reality and dream.
This is a very successful night scene photo, which fits perfectly with the theme "Nature and Now" of the international photography exhibition "Amano" held by the photographer Zhao Tianhu. It is worthwhile for him to squat on the mountain for three days to shoot this.
But these are not the main points now. The main point is that in the corner of this photo, beside the clock tower of the tallest building in City H, a figure is jumping down from the upper floors of a certain building.
The phone rang suddenly, he returned to his senses, connected the phone, and said anxiously, "Uncle Zhao, I have taken some amazing things."
"What did you take?" Zhao Tianhu's very personal hoarse voice came, his tone was light and he was in a good mood, "It seems that our cutting-edge photographer, Mr. Xiaohe, is going to give us old guys a big shot this time. Yes? Why, I photographed the phantom of the sunrise you were thinking of?"
"No." He Bai's voice tightened, and he swallowed, "I seem to... I have captured a murder scene."
"what?!"
The great actor Mr. Di Qiuhe jumped off the building and died!
This explosive news quickly swept the Internet and dominated the headlines of all portals, newspapers and TVs. Fans, fans, and passers-by were frantically refreshing the news on all major social platforms, questioning it was a bad April Fool's Day joke, cursing all major platforms as shameless, and cursing Di Yingdi to die.
No one believed that Di Qiuhe would commit suicide. He was so good, so gentle, and so powerful. In the fifteen years since his debut, he has brought dozens of excellent works to everyone. After the establishment of the company, he has cultivated many outstanding juniors in the entertainment circle. His popularity in the circle is very good. Anyone who mentions him can't help but boast. . How can such a person who still works hard even when he is refrigerated? The most important thing is that he is only thirty-five years old! Still so young!
Crazy questions from movie fans flooded the entire network. Everyone felt that this must be a vicious joke, but a message from Huading’s official Weibo sent them into the abyss.
【Sorrowfully mourn the chairman Di Qiuhe of our company for a good journey. 】
The entire network seems to be quiet, and the affirmative news given by the official makes it impossible for everyone to deceive themselves.
"No! I don't believe it!" Di Qiuhe's younger sister Di Chunhua fell to the ground in tears, her makeup and her hair messed up, her white skirt rubbed against the ground and was covered with dust, "That's not my brother, my brother not like this… "
In the shaking lens, Mr. Di Qiuhe's sister fell into the circle of reporters, crying embarrassingly and pitifully. It was really sad for those who heard it, and tears for those who saw it.
The female police officer turned off her cell phone to push news with a dark face, and sneered, "Of course it’s not your brother, your brother is Di Xiasong! Weeping like real, who doesn’t know that Mr. Di Qiuhe doesn’t want to see you as a half-father. My sister, the hypocritical knows how to act."
He accidentally witnessed the police fishing scene, He Bai coughed awkwardly, and leaned forward slightly, "Um, excuse me, I want to report the crime."
The female police officer noticed the person standing at the table, hurriedly put away all the emotions on her face, covered her phone on the table, smiled embarrassedly at him, and said, "Sorry, what do you want to report?"
"It may be murder." He Bai pretended not to see her previous gaffe, took out the washed photos and placed them in front of her, and clicked on the enlarged picture. "I am a photographer. I was there two days ago. I accidentally shot this when I was shooting night scenes on the suburban mountains, and I was a little concerned."
In the enlarged photo, a figure is jumping down from a certain window, and in the curtains flying behind the window, a white arm is reclaiming.
After seeing the photo, the policewoman stood up abruptly, her eyes fixed on the vague figure, her expression distorted, "Not suicide..."
"What?" He Bai was confused by her sudden excitement.
The policewoman didn’t answer, she flipped through several other enlarged photos, and then excitedly picked up the photos and ran towards the office where the captain was behind, “Boss! A major discovery! Di Qiuhe did not commit suicide! It was homicide! Someone took the evidence. !"
What? Di Qiuhe? The dark shadow he photographed was Di Qiuhe? Di Qiuhe, the leading actor in "The Way of the Fairy"
He Bai was stupid. Two steps forward, he wanted to follow up and inquire about the specific situation, but accidentally brought down the calendar on the policewoman's desk.
The calendar slammed on the ground with a muffled noise, and several old photos posted on it were scattered, and one of them just floated to his feet.
He stopped and picked up the photo.
This is a picture of a man, a very young man, about twenty years old. The man's facial features are perfect, his eyes are gentle and smiling, and he wears a loose and casual baseball uniform, with a touch of elegance.
The name of this person-Di Qiuhe flashed in his mind, and then he quickly realized that this person was dead, and it seemed, possible, maybe... to photograph the moment of this person's death.
He Bai opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling of the familiar and unfamiliar bedroom, turned over and pulled the quilt to cover his head, and closed his eyes in pain, "No, I am thirty-three years old this year, not twenty, not twenty..."
"Xiao Bai, come down to eat!"
He kicked on the quilt, deceiving himself that all he had just heard were hallucinations.
"Photography homework will be handed in on Monday. Get up quickly. I have borrowed the equipment for you." The bedroom boss Wang Hu stretched his arms and pulled at his quilt. Go and take another set, and then begging for pity with Teacher Xu, the score may still be made up, so get up quickly."
The quilt was torn away, He Bai opened his eyes, sat up with his head against the henhouse, looked sideways at Wang Hu's young teenage face by the bed, filled with despair.
Three days later, he could no longer deceive himself.
Four days ago, he took a stack of photos to the police station to report the crime, and then accidentally brought down the calendar of a female police officer and saw the photos that fell out of the calendar. After that, he closed his eyes and went away from the police. The bureau came to the alma mater classroom.
Thirty-three to twenty years old, with a deposit of 6 million to a deposit of 600, a journalism student who has a mess of grades in a photography class by a cutting-edge photographer... In just a blink of an eye, the world has completely changed.
"Okay, get up, just do one homework. I don't know if you think you are broken in love." Wang Hu knocked on the railing of the upper bunk and continued to persuade, "Usually the score only accounts for 20% of the final grade. , You can remedy it, you will definitely get the scholarship, don't be sad."
He Bai shook his head and said numbly, "I am not the one who is broken in love."
"what?"
"It's the third child."
Wang Hu was confused, "The third child is broken? When did he have a partner?"
As soon as the voice fell, Niu Junjie, the third person in the bedroom, cried and opened the door and rushed in. He hiccuped while falling to the ground, hugging Wanghu's thigh, "Boss, I was dumped oooooo... Liu Huanhuan she actually cheated! She cheated! I was so good to her, what I wanted to buy, I would never go to the west! Why did she cheat! Why should she be sorry for me!"
Wang Hu was shocked, "Liu Huanhuan? The flower of the broadcast host department? You actually know her?!"
Niu Junjie lowered his head, spit out his shoes, and passed out drunk.
Wang Hu twisted his face.
The smell drifted up, and He Bai pinched his nose and fell back on the bed.
Sure enough, it's not a dream... Rebirth you paralyzed.
Niu Junjie, who helped Wang Hu settle down so that he was drunk, ate lunch in two bites, picked up the camera borrowed from the table, and left the school.
Flared trousers, strap skirts, stripes, grids, black-frame glasses... The popular elements more than ten years ago flooded the sight. He exhaled, squatting on the road crocks, raising the camera casually, aiming at the crowd, and skillfully adjusting the focus and aperture. Find the light angle and press the shutter.
Click.
The picture freezes, and a black off-road vehicle stops in front of it, blowing up the dust.
The little girl who was supposed to be the center of the composition was replaced by a car afterimage. He Bai twitched his brows, raised his hand and waved away the dust in front of his face, and looked at the off-road vehicle parked two steps away in front of him.
The back seat door opened and a long leg stretched out.
Basic clean sneakers, simple jeans, looking up, white letter T-shirt, broad shoulders, slender neck, perfect chin line, tight thin lips, straight nose... Eyes with gentle taste.
He Bai's eyes widened slightly, this face... Di, Di Qiuhe
"Don't think you can turn over and dream when you are on fire!"
A slightly sharp female voice came out of the car, and then a backpack was thrown out, and then a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old leaned over, savagely closed the car door and faced Di Qiuhe who was standing outside the car. "The heir to the imperial capital can only be my brother, you wait to be blocked. Driver, drive!"
The off-road vehicle started, swished and drove away. He Bai looked at Di Qiuhe, who was standing sideways to him, and shrank to the side.
Seems like I saw something that I shouldn’t have seen...
I clicked, and my hand accidentally pressed the shutter.
Di Qiuhe turned his head back in response.
He Bai reflexively pushed the camera into his arms, and realized that this behavior seemed a bit stupid, he pulled the camera out again, met Di Qiuhe's moodless gaze, and tugged at the corner of his mouth, "It's dirty on the ground, your bag... "He pointed to the black backpack that was thrown out by the girl at his feet.
Di Qiuhe retracted his gaze, lowered his head, picked up the backpack on the ground and patted him, then looked at him, without the embarrassment of being seen as embarrassing on his face, and asked plainly, "Which newspaper are you from?"
"what?"
"Next time you take a sneak shot, don't squat in such a conspicuous position, you will be beaten." Di Qiuhe threw the bag on his back, stopped a taxi, got in the car and left.
He Bai was sprayed with car exhaust, glanced at the camera in his arms, and then realized, "Hey! What do you mean, I am not a paparazzi!"