The administration building was empty on the weekend. He Bai followed his memory to Xu Yinrong's office. Seeing the door was open, he probed in and took a look.
"What does it look like with a probe?" The serious old man sitting behind the desk by the window took off his glasses, put down the developed photo in his hand, and beckoned to him, "Come and sit there." He said, pointing to the desk. The front chair.
He Bai's mouth turned up, squinted at him with a pleased smile, trot over to sit down, leaned over and put his arms on the table, his rounded eyes opened slightly, and the dimples on his left face were looming, "Good morning teacher," Have you had breakfast?"
Xu Yinrong raised his eyelids and glanced at him, pressed the photo under his arm, and snorted, "Be good at it. I read the email you sent yesterday. The job retake is good."
The smile on He Bai's face increased.
"So you give me a good explanation. Since you have the ability to take good photos, why did you submit such a set of off-topic, bad imaging, and excessive light and shadow photos last time."
The smile on He Bai's face froze. It turned out that the teacher was waiting here.
"Stop talking? Okay, you slowly think of excuses, I'm not in a hurry."
"..."
He Bai, who is thirty-three years old and has a bad memory, sighed vicissitudes, and recalled the thunderous mood and the amount of deposits in the card when he got the zero score. "I'm wrong, I'm poor, I'm clumsy."
Xu Yinrong leaned back in the chair and quietly watched him perform.
"The weather was bad the day I took the homework, and the camera I borrowed had a little problem... Of course! This is not the reason for my perfunctory homework! Wrong is wrong, I'm sorry, I've failed your teaching!" Bow his head, a little pitiful like playing and training.
Xu Yinrong waited, did not wait for his text, looked at the top of his head for a while, and asked, "Is this over?"
He Bai looked up, blinked, and moved his gaze to the plastic flower in the vase. He asked carefully, "Then I... Please sin?"
The atmosphere is a bit stagnant.
Xu Yinrong put on reading glasses again, lowered his head and took out the photo under his arm, flipping through the photos, and then relaxed, "I'll change your grades, yes."
There was a flash of money in He Bai's eyes.
"Take another two sets of homework." Xu Yinrong took out a photo and placed it in front of him, and lightly clicked, "This level, five sets of ten, two sets of ten, and they will be sent to me next weekend. 'S mailbox."
He Bai looked down at the photo, then his eyes widened.
Di, Qiu, He!
Isn't this the photo he took when he accidentally pressed the shutter yesterday! When did you put it into your homework? ! But this photo is really good. The looking up angle from the bottom up, the downside composition, the full light diagonally to the sun, the handsome model standing sideways to the camera... perfect!
"Do you know what's so good about this photo?"
He returned to his senses, a little guilty, "Is it... the composition?"
Xu Yinrong glanced at him, shook his head, spread out the other photos under his arm, and put them all in front of him, one by one, "This is the homework you have submitted, and the subject is'people'. , You took pictures of children, girls, couples, old people, scavengers, and this young man. From the composition point of view, you have taken the best picture of children. From the perspective of light and shadow processing, the scavengers should get full marks. From a conceptual point of view, the old man picture is very eye-catching. In short, the young man picture is the worst you have taken in terms of technical processing."
The photos obtained blindly are of course poor. He Bai earnestly expressed his expression, "Teacher, please." In the field of photography, he had already achieved a little achievement before rebirth, but he was good at geography and scenery. People can't. Contrary to him, Mr. Xu Yinrong was a very good reporter and master of documentary photography before becoming a teacher.
In front of the older generation of masters, he still needs to learn a lot.
Seeing that he was finally refreshed, Xu Yinrong nodded secretly in his heart, and took out another stack of washed photos from the drawer and laid them on top of the previous set of photos. "This is from you this week. The homework, the subject is "scene". When I first saw this set of photos, I was amazed. The technique, composition, light and shadow processing, conception... All aspects are perfect, and the collision of visual effects almost instantly captures the viewer. He Bai, although I don’t know where your sudden improvement came from, from this set of photos, in the landscape, you already have your own style and the skills are quite mature. I can’t teach you what."
"Teacher..." He Bai was startled.
"So I decided to separate your photography assignments from other students in the future, focusing on the characters, and I personally sponsored the equipment for you, two sets of assignments a week, I will give you a personal approval."
"… what?"
Xu Yinrong frowned, "Why, I'll give you a small stove, are you not happy?"
The little stove of a master photographer, the students of photography and videography can't ask for money. He is a journalism student who can work normally only with barely enough photography scores to get it for nothing? And also privately sponsored equipment... Pie in the sky!
"Yes!" He held the table excitedly, the corners of his mouth cocked uncontrollably, and squeezed out the small dimples on his left cheek, "Thank you teacher! I will study hard!"
Privately sponsored equipment = no need to go to school to borrow = money saved = tuition can be collected as soon as possible = meat can be eaten! Teacher Xu is simply his second parent!
"Yeah." Compared to his excitement, Xu Yinrong nodded his head restrainedly, pointed to a camera bag on the cabinet at the door, and waved his hand, "Okay, take the camera away for the job. , Remember, five photos in one set and two sets of ten photos. If I am not satisfied, I need to retake the shot. Go ahead."
He Bai nodded, and happily picked up the camera bag and left.
After Xu Yinrong waited for him to leave, he took off his reading glasses, carefully put away the photos scattered on the table, with a faint smile on his serious face, took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone of his old friend, "Old ginger, I I found a good seed..."
Squatting on the crowded street, He Bai held the camera, and then realized that he had fallen into a hole.
During this office trip, he got the following three results: First, the grades did not change; second, the homework changed from one set per week to two sets a week, and he was still his worst character; third, Mr. Xu lost him A question, and did not tell him the answer, when he remembered to call and ask, he only got the unpredictable "self-understanding".
It's too cheating, so what is so good about Di Qiuhe's picture.
He wiped his face, raised the camera, and pointed it at the crowd.
Another week later, the old comrade He Bai, who approved the tender skin, gradually adapted to college life. Because he couldn’t remember what part-time jobs he had done back then, he simply flipped through his mobile phone address book and found out all the phone numbers that appeared to be part-time units. Hit it again and quit all his jobs.
On Saturday, he came out of the office with a sad face and got on a bus leaving school with his camera in his hand.
The skills are enough, but the soul is not captured, retaken—this is the comment given by Teacher Xu after reading the homework he turned in this week.
He didn't grasp the soul... He frowned and stared at the distorted picture of Di Qiuhe on the phone screen, almost seeing his eyes cross-eyed.
Did this photo capture Di Qiuhe's soul? Isn’t it just handsome, longer legs, and the neck line that appears when you lower your head slightly than others? But this guy's hands seem to be pretty, and his eyelashes are so long...
The opponent's eyes without any emotion flashed in his mind. He looked up and looked at Di Qiuhe's side face in the photo. What a strange person, he clearly has a pair of gentle eyes, but he looks so indifferent and contradictory when he looks at people... Wait, contradiction
The bus suddenly stopped suddenly. He hugged the back of the front seat to stabilize the forward body, and looked forward amidst the exclamation of the passengers.
"Sorry, a small dog rushed out suddenly." The short and fat middle-aged driver raised his voice and apologized, explaining nervously. The passengers stopped complaining and said they were all right, and the car gradually returned to its previous state.
He Bai was sitting where he could see half of the driver’s face in the rearview mirror. He looked at the other party’s wrinkled but tender eyes, raised the camera reflexively, and didn’t care about the light and shadow of the composition. It feels like pressing the shutter.
Click.
He exasperated, put the camera back in his bag, got up and walked to the back door, waited for the bus to stop at the next stop, and walked out with the flow of people.
… Then he looked up.
"Di, Qiu, Crane!"
It’s really an enemy. Although the other party wore a mask and a hat to cover his face tightly, his figure, this damn long leg, he stared at this person’s photo for so many days before he was reborn, if he was reborn. He admitted that he was eating shit on live broadcast!
Di Qiuhe, who was passing by the bus station carrying a supermarket bag, stopped and looked over.
The two of them met, paused for two seconds, and then ran away tacitly-shouting the name of an actor in a crowded place is simply a death!
Turning into an alley one after the other, after making sure that no one was behind them, the two stopped and leaned against the wall to catch their breath.
"Really, really exciting..." He Baimo sweated, feeling lingering, "Didn't you, you only filmed two works, although you got the movie king, but the nationality is not high, why, why there are so many fans, just casual on the road With a roar, a group of..."
Di Qiuhe raised his head and leaned against the wall, took off his mask and breathed steadily. He lowered his head and took out a bottle of mineral water from the supermarket bag and handed it over, "Here."
After the exercise, the low voice with a slight gasp was extremely sexy.
He Bai rubbed his ears, glanced at his slender fingers holding the water bottle, thanked him, took it, unscrewed it and took a big sip.
"It hasn't been two days since I moved here." Di Qiuhe stood up straight and said suddenly.
He Bai looked at him doubtfully.
"You have a good business."
"?"
"I found my new place so soon."
"??"
"Don't follow me. I have been refrigerated by the imperial capital. You can't post my news even if you take a picture of me."
"..."
Di Qiuhe turned to face him, took a step forward, bent over to look at him carefully, and suddenly smiled, "Are you an adult? Go back to school, paparazzi is not a good job. If you want to be a reporter, you can try it." I will open my own studio in the future. You are welcome to apply for the job.” He took out a business card and handed it in front of him.
He Bai was stunned.
This person... seems a bit different from what he imagined.
In his previous life, he didn't pay much attention to the news in the entertainment industry. He could know that Di Qiuhe's name was because Di Qiuhe was so famous. The classic TV series and movies played in rotation during the summer accounted for most of the people. He saw an interview with the other side by chance, and when I think about it now, he only remembers that this person has a very friendly personality. But who would take that kind of interview seriously? Maybe it's a routine. The idols in the entertainment circle who are essentially rubbish but have gorgeous packaging will grab a lot of them.
Until the moment he took the photo of the other person falling from the building, his impression of this person only remained at the level of a "very successful actor". But now, because of a smile, the stereotype in his mind suddenly became alive.
"Why don't you speak?" Di Qiuhe moved his fingers and slowly retracted his eyes when he saw him not accepting the business card. "Do you think I can't open the studio in the future? Also, I have been refrigerated now. It's over..."
The tone of self-ridicule, the gentle smile in his eyes was obscured, and it seemed to have returned to the appearance when he first saw it.
He Bai regained his senses, frowned, flashed the fuzzy figure of the other party when he fell from the building, hesitated, lowered his head and took out his school card from his pocket, and handed it over and said seriously, "I am not a paparazzi, but the Q big news department The second student, the two encounters with you are just accidental. In addition, you will not be finished. In the future, you will win more than a dozen movie king trophies, set up your own company, stand at the top of the entertainment industry, and look down on everything. People who have despised you. Di Qiuhe, you will succeed."
This time Di Qiuhe was stunned. He is in a bad mood these days. The unruly stepmother and her two stupid children bore him very much, so he took the initiative to retreat, sever the relationship with his father, gave up the right of inheritance, and let the stepmother keep himself in cold storage. , Took the guilt in his father's heart to the extreme.
The plan was successful. He obtained a brief period of silence and freedom, but the imaginary peace of mind did not come.
The back road has been cut off, but the front road is at a loss. Sometimes he wonders if he will succeed in such a desperate plan. Except for his stepmother and his two half-brothers, everyone who saw him praised him, and was seduce kindness by his gentle face. But that's all. In the face of interests, kindness can only make those people not fall into trouble when they are down. As for giving charcoal in the snow? Doesn't exist at all.
When he first saw this little puppy, he thought that the other party was a trap arranged by his stupid sister, so he habitually hung up a harmless disguise, and did not give the other party any chance of catching himself. In the limited contact, he calmly brushed the opponent's favorability, shaking the opponent's position.
He is a natural actor, and all his performances are impeccable. However, he miscalculated this time. The audience watching his performance was really just an occasional audience passing by, and he generously gave the best response to his performance. .
"Do you think I will succeed?" He took the card handed over by the other party, glanced at the student information on it, and raised his eyebrows slightly. A trace of evil suddenly appeared from his gentle eyebrows. "Are you a fan of my movie? Or a fan?"
He Bai rubbed his eyes, saw that the other party was still gentle, he was puzzled for two seconds, then shook his head to throw the sense of disharmony out of his mind, and replied, "Yes, you will succeed." As for the fans, what is it? Yes, don't answer this kind of question that will embarrass both parties.
Di Qiuhe looked at his delicate eyebrows and the dimples looming on his left face when he was speaking. He suddenly felt better, put the card in his pocket, and waved his hand at him, "Thank you for your encouragement and goodbye."
"If you have fate... wait a minute." He Bai called to the other party impulsively, pondered for a moment, and asked, "The actor, fortune telling?"