Street shots are different from magazine covers. They want to be casual and natural, but they are somewhat the same, that is, they all have to look like blockbuster films, and they have to be high-end, high-end and high-end, which makes people feel textured. Therefore, to shoot street shots, especially street shots of high-end brand actors, photographers must have a strong capture ability and a precise vision to quickly find the fusion point between the model and the street scene. Of course, powerful post-production technology is also essential.
Fortunately, all of the above requirements are He Bai's strengths. He is best at capturing and fusing the characteristics between the model and the scenery. The technique of retouching has been honed and matured in his previous life. After figuring out Liulango's clothing style this time and the feeling he needed to express, what seemed to be a complicated job immediately became easy and simple.
The daily photos used to adjust the status only took one morning to take the required number of photos. The sun was too strong at noon and it was not suitable for taking pictures, so the team found a cafe to rest, drink afternoon tea and chat. Waiting for the best light in the evening to come, take another shot and call it a day.
He Bai finished the cake, and when it was too early, he took out the laptop he carried with him, exported the photos taken in the morning from the camera, and quickly repaired the film.
After his income became higher, he spent money to exchange for new equipment, and his work efficiency was much higher than before. This time the work requires that the photos taken must be rendered as soon as possible, so as not to delay the publication of the publicity, so when others can really rest, he must seize all the time to complete the work as soon as possible.
Liulango passed by him after talking with the assistant, and saw his own enlarged face on the screen in front of him. Some interested people leaned over and sat beside him, watching him hold the mouse and jump back and forth on the keyboard. hand.
It's not that I haven't seen other photographers retouching the film, but I have done so well, as if I don't even think about it... Still less. What's more, He Bai is still so young, he hasn't graduated from university, and there are endless possibilities in the future.
The more you understand a creature like a young talent, the more jealous you are.
He sighed, seeing that He Bai retracted his photo back to its original size, started quickly trimming the background and adjusting the light, and skillfully superimposed the material up, simply put his hand on his chin, and raised his legs.
After the light and tone changed, the texture of the photo immediately went up, and a little special effects were added, adjusted here and repaired there. After a while, a daily street shot comparable to a blockbuster was freshly released.
Liulango nodded in satisfaction, completely convinced.
The repair was great. If he hadn't watched the original film, he would have almost thought that the photo hadn't been overhauled, and he himself looked like the picture in the picture, so handsome that he couldn't eat the fireworks. It's no wonder that the actresses are all crazy after Christmas. They try their best to book the photographer's schedule and use this hand-painting technique. It is also necessary to make an appointment to experience it.
"Are there any objects?"
He Bai saved and exported the repaired photos. He heard these words as soon as he took out his work. He nodded instinctively and replied, "Yes, I am sorry for his appointment on Valentine's Day. "Speaking, I clicked on another photo, and then I realized what I had said afterwards, and stopped the click of the mouse, turned his head and looked to his side.
… When did Liulango sit here
Liulango changed to a more comfortable sitting position under his sight, smiled deeper, and replied, "I have experience with this. After you go back, you should apologize, give some gifts, give some small surprises, and behave a little guilty. The girl was soft-hearted, and she was relieved after a while. That's how I coaxed my wife."
He Bai's uncomfortable feeling that just arose from the other party's sudden insight into the privacy was wiped out, and he was surprised, "Are you married?"
The members of the team sitting not far away heard the voices and looked at them one after another, then took a tacit look at Liulango, sighed helplessly, and withdrew their gaze—there was a bad boss, and they were also suffering.
Liu Lango was very frank and replied, "It's over, my wife is an outsider and doesn't want to expose her identity, so I am not allowed to declare that I am married. I am obviously her legal husband, but I live like an invisible man. People's little white face is sad."
"... That's it." He Bai replied dryly. He wanted to comfort him but he didn't know how to comfort him. In his heart, he wiped out his image as a big man in the industry, a high-quality movie star, and a mature uncle. He turned into an old cabbage that his wife disliked. .
"So I have to let more people in my circle know about my marriage. Maybe someday someone will accidentally say that my mouth bursts out. I can take advantage of the trend to announce the marriage, and declare that my wife is my wife. Cut off other people’s crooked minds. He Bai, I heard that you usually play a lot on Weibo, so it’s better to..."
He Bai raised his eyelids to look at him, and asked, "You take the liberty to ask, may I ask if your wife is..."
Liulango stopped talking and saw that he was not deceived at all, and reluctantly said the name of a researcher who would inevitably appear as long as the country sent rockets to outer space.
"... I wish you a happy marriage. It's nice to be a little white face." He Bai decisively picked up the computer and sat down in the corner by the window. He also picked up a few pillows to block the place beside him, not giving Liulango at all. Opportunity to lean over again.
Just kidding, who dares to explode the gossip about senior talents who have a strong background and their own awesome family and are protected by policies? Tired of life? Liu Lango is really sinister, and he wants to cheat him, a young newcomer in the photography circle. It's too bad!
Liulango, who was despised by his eyes and actions: "..." The young people nowadays are so smart that they are so annoying, even the name of the researcher is known!
After such a fuss, He Bai's understanding of Liulango deepened again, and he became more comfortable in editing the film. During the period, Xu Qing called him, asked him where he was, and asked him to buy some small gifts with local characteristics nearby. He said that he was going to make a gift for his mother. He readily agreed and noted this in the memo. Be prepared to buy some after the retouching is over.
After another half an hour, the daylight outside gradually weakened, and the retouching came to an end. Just when he was about to pack and send the repaired photos to Liulango's assistant, the light around him dimmed, and the floor-to-ceiling glass next to him was suddenly knocked on.
He was taken aback, then turned to look.
A familiar figure appeared outside the glass window, with one hand flattened against the glass, as if touching him, one hand in his pocket, and a suitcase leaning against his feet. Because of the backlight, his facial features are a little fuzzy, making it difficult to distinguish his facial expressions.
"Autumn… "
He Bai slowly widened his eyes and opened his mouth to call him, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something suddenly, and he couldn't make a sound.
The people outside the window moved when they saw it, and took out the hands in their pockets and unfolded them. A half-open rose came out... It's a pity that the petals of the rose were squeezed a little bit hard, stubbornly, and not beautiful at all.
Probably after discovering this, the person outside the window suddenly stiffened, and immediately wanted to withdraw his hand.
He Bai quickly slapped the glass to stop his movement.
Just when a cloud was blown away by the wind, the light suddenly changed. When Di Qiuhe heard the sound, he looked up, and a trace of annoyance hidden on his face unreservedly showed in front of He Bai's eyes.
The light shines diagonally and the composition is perfect. Di Qiuhe's dark coat and the bright red rose on his palm form a sharp contrast. His eyes are bright, but his face still retains the fatigue after a long flight. The flying joy in the corners of the eyebrows and eyes because he was about to surprise his lover has not disappeared. The traces of annoyance and depression caused by the destruction of the gift by him have been dyed, and his expression is contradictory and looks a bit pitiful.
He Bai picked up the camera without thinking about it and pressed the shutter at Di Qiuhe at this time.
Click.
Di Qiuhe was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately lowered his head to avoid the camera, and consciously put the flowers in his pocket in embarrassment.
He Bai couldn't help but cocked his mouth, pressed the shutter again quickly, then put down the camera and walked out of his seat, ignoring the curious sight of the people in Liulango's team, rushing out of the cafe, finding outside the cafe and turning around. Di Qiuhe, who stared at the vacant sofa seat, frowned, ran over and took his arm, dragged him into the alley on the side of the coffee shop, rushed to hug him, only felt that his heart was beating fast and fast. He said, "Why did you come when Di was three years old! Don't you need to film! How do you know I'm here? When did you arrive!"
Di Qiuhe was stunned by his rare excitement, and then immediately threw away the suitcase and hugged him, lowered his head and sniffed the familiar smell on his body, raised his hand and held the back of his head, there are ten thousand words in his heart. In the end, he just bowed his head and kissed his lips that kept opening and closing, and kissed him passionately.
The only trace of reason told He Bai that there was something wrong with the two kissing here, and there was a possibility of being photographed, but the stirring emotions in his chest made him open his mouth without hesitation and accept the silent miss of his lover.
In the coffee shop, Liulango coughed back to the team members' sight, and said in a joke, "It seems that Mr. He has come to know him from a different country. Everyone continues to chat and drink tea. Today's work is not finished yet."
Everyone withdrew their gazes tacitly, and glanced at Liulango's seemingly gentle look at this time, which actually implies warning. He stopped thinking about watching more, and honestly deleted the scene that he had just seen from his mind.
After making sure that no one in the team was "curiosity" anymore, Liulango found the coffee shop employee and bought a large bunch of balloons for decoration at the door, then borrowed a small stool to tie the balloons to it, and walked with the stool. When I went to the alley outside the coffee shop, I thoughtfully put it in the middle of the alley, and blocked the deep affection inside with a balloon.
The young man now... He leaned against the wall and smashed his mouth, took out his cell phone to call his relatives and his wife, and then heard the call forwarding reminder without surprise.
… Damn research! Damn job! This Valentine's Day is really annoying!
Liu Haoxin's mood quickly became depressed again.
After the long and lingering kiss, He Bai lay in Di Qiuhe's arms and returned rationally. He adjusted his breathing and turned his head to look towards the alley. Then he was stunned by the bunch of balloons floating in the wind. Then laughed.
Di Qiuhe also noticed the balloon, frowned slightly, raised his hand to touch his hair, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's really interesting to laugh at this person who put the balloon." He Bai retracted his gaze and looked up at him. He couldn't help but kissed his lips again, then smiled and asked, "Why come here suddenly, can I stay for a few days?"
"Two days." Di Qiuhe replied, patted him lightly with the hand circled on his back, frowning and complaining, "Our first Valentine's Day, you actually still have to work, this time you owe me."
"Okay, I owe you, I will replenish you in the future." He Bai's love for him was almost bursting, and he raised his head to kiss him, then suddenly let go, and took out the stalked flower from his pocket. Roses.
Di Qiuhe couldn't react in time, seeing the rose falling into his hands, he was rushing to grab it.
"It's mine when it comes to my hand. Don't grab it." He Bai avoided, touched the crease on the rose petals, stuffed the flower into his pocket, and then squeezed his hand and asked, " Have you just rushed over, haven’t you eaten yet? Go, I'll take you to fill up your stomach."
Di Qiuhe couldn't bear to let go of his hand, so he looked at his pocket with one glance, trying to steal the black history back.
He Bai pretended not to see his eyes, bent down to lift the suitcase on the ground and dragged it, then walked to the alley to untie the balloon on the small stool and stuff it into his hand, leading him back to the coffee shop.
First, I got the waiter and gave a tip. I asked the other party to go to the alley to bring the stool back, and then set up Di Qiuhe, and exchanged a tacit look with Liulango from a distance.
Di Qiuhe was jealous and turned his head around, "What do you think he does?"
He Bai raised his hand and poked his forehead lightly, and explained with a smile, "Of course, thank him for the balloon, and he is already married, and his wife is an outsider. Don't be jealous."
"Who is jealous?" Di Qiuhe retorted, but his expression was a little better. He leaned forward and tied the balloon to the corner of the guest's sight. Then he held his hand on the table, squeezed and squeezed, and asked, "You know What is the back row the day after tomorrow?"
"Watch the show with Liulango and take a picture of his outfit. The task is not too heavy. After repairing the photos he used to send the draft, there is nothing to survive." He Bai replied, seeing that his brows were still frowning, knowing that he I was dissatisfied with this schedule, feeling a little guilty, and said, "Tomorrow you will have a good rest at the hotel. If you get around the jet lag, I will come back to you when I finish my work."
"No, I want to accompany you." Di Qiuhe lowered his eyes, his voice lowered, "There is a time difference between here and China. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I want to stay with you."
He Bai immediately felt relieved.
"Then I will go to Liulango and talk about it, let you follow me as my assistant for these two days." He pinched Di Qiuhe's finger, and deliberately smiled in order to ease the atmosphere, "Being my assistant is. If you have to carry your computer and camera equipment, do you see the tripod in the corner? It is very heavy and tired."
Di Qiuhe looked in the direction he signaled, and saw a very large tripod leaning against the wall, his face turned black immediately, "Liu Lango asked you to carry the equipment by yourself, which is too incomplete. I will help you carry it tomorrow. , After this work is over, I will find you an assistant again. Sister Li is a woman and will follow you on business trips when it is inconvenient. I will find you a male assistant who will help you carry things."
He Bai stared at him with wide eyes, couldn't help but laughed, and lightly kicked his leg under the table, "I'm kidding you, those equipment belong to the Liulango team, I don't need me to carry them. And Liulango Take care of me, we can't wrong the good guys."
Di Qiuhe immediately hooked his leg under the table and looked at him deeply.
"... I'm going to order you food." He Bai's ears were hot when his eyes were full of meaning, and he let go of his hand and got up, calling the waiter to give him an order. After finishing the order, seeing that he was still staring at him, he hurriedly found an excuse to send a balloon and left the table.
Di Qiuhe knew he was shy and didn't stop him. He just turned his eyes, watching him running to give balloons to the women and children in the coffee shop, and his eyes scanned the waist line that he outlined when he bent down. With a move, he picked up the camera on the table and moved the lens over.
After the evening wave of photos was taken, everyone drove back to the hotel.
He Bai called the room service for dinner. After eating together, he pressed Di Qiuhe to take a shower and lay down obediently, then took out the computer, stayed by the bed and started to fix the photos taken in the evening. It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that he completely finished today's work. Di Qiuhe, who originally didn't want to sleep, couldn't hold back tired and fell asleep.
He yawned and got up, stepped forward to help Di Qiuhe pull the quilt, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash briefly and then climbed onto the bed, put himself in Di Qiuhe's arms and fell asleep peacefully.
He was harassed and woke up when the dawn was still dark, and what he saw was Di Qiuhe, who was immersed in the troubles on him. After a low groan, he raised his hand to hold his head and asked in a daze, "Wake up? Are you hungry? hunger?"
Di Qiuhe kissed his chest, then grabbed his leg, moved up to kiss his eyes, and coaxed, "Hungry, you continue to sleep, I will help myself."
"Self-help? You have to eat it yourself—huh! Asshole, what are you doing... What kind of self-help is this... Get out!" He Bai was completely awake.
Di Qiuhe smiled, touched him comfortingly, and whispered, "I can't get out, good morning puppy, and happy Valentine's Day."
He Bai kicked his legs with anger, he was not happy at all with this way of getting up!
When he left to watch the show after breakfast, He Bai threw all the heavy objects such as the computer to the newly appointed "assistant Xiao Di" without hesitation.
Liu Lango smiled and glanced at the people behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Is this really okay? Doesn't it hurt?"
"The heartache to him is the cruelty to himself." He Bai replied expressionlessly, rubbing his sore waist, couldn't help but glared at Di Qiuhe, and then received a gentle smile from the other party.
… all fake! What gentle and considerate! fraud! This is a beast!
He Bai retracted his gaze angrily and pulled out Di Qiuhe's bird feathers in his heart! At the same time, Di Qiuhe also retracted the gentle smile on his face in seconds, squinted at Liulango who was standing next to He Bai, thinking in his heart how to burn his willow branches.
The show field is just a glitzy field. After entering, there are so many luxury goods and upper-class people in the fashion circle that He Bai, who is still a bun inside, is a little blind—these people are not wearing clothes, but money, large sums of money.
Between work, Di Qiuhe, who had been low-key and quiet, leaned close to him, held his waist with his hands and rubbed him tenderly, and asked in a low voice, "Like this place?"
"I don't like it." He Bai replied straightforwardly. He looked at the photos taken on the camera, and straightened up slightly, his pain relieved by his pinching. He exhaled comfortably, and replied, "I like our home better than here. Isn’t it more comfortable to wear comfortable clothes for a walk in the nearby park than to engage in interpersonal relationships in this hard and concave shape?"
"I also prefer to go for a walk with you." Di Qiuhe followed his words to coax him, moved his hand to his lower waist, and continued to gently rub.
He Bai heard his flattery, and just about to pat him back to embarrass him, he saw a middle-aged bearded obliquely looking at this side, and the end of the opponent's line of sight... It seemed to be Di Qiu crane
The beard almost immediately noticed his gaze, moved his gaze and nodded politely at him, then looked away naturally.
… Probably it happened to have watched it.
He Bai also retracted his gaze, turned around and held Di Qiuhe's hand, looked for Liulango's location, and walked over with him.
At the end of the day's work, He Bai returned to the hotel to continue editing the film, while Di Qiuhe quietly nestled beside him, fed him some fruit, flipped through the magazines, and did not disturb him intimately.
When the hour hand turned past nine o'clock, the doorbell rang suddenly, and He Bai said without raising his head, "Qiuhe, help me open the door. It should be the midnight snack I called before."
Di Qiuhe put down the magazine, rubbed his hair, got up and walked towards the door.
After he walked away, He Bai immediately saved the repaired photos, covered the computer, and then picked up the small bag that Di Qiuhe had sorted out while taking a bath, ran into the bathroom, and closed the door.
Di Qiuhe came back after taking the supper and saw that there was no one in front of the computer. Instead, there was the sound of water in the bathroom, and he was puzzled and knocked on the door. ."
Click, the door opened a crack, He Bai probed out, glanced at the plastic snack box in his hand, snatched it, and closed the bathroom door.
Di Qiuhe was taken aback for a moment, glanced at his empty hand, and laughed at him, "What anxious, no one robbed you, remember to take out the rubbish after eating."
He Bai answered vaguely inside the door.
After a few more minutes, He Bai's voice rang through the bathroom door, saying that he forgot to bring his pajamas in, and asked for help. Hearing the words, Di Qiuhe put down the magazine and got up, took his pajamas and walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Come in directly, the door is unlocked."
Di Qiuhe paused and twisted the doorknob lock.
The door slowly opened, and the floor tiles covered with rose petals and the sink appeared in the field of vision, Di Qiuhe was stunned.
He Bai, who was hiding behind the door, took the opportunity to hug him and led him to the bathtub filled with water. Then he took a sip of a glass of red wine on the bathtub table and kissed him with his head down.
There is a smell of incense in the air, and the lover in his arms is only wearing a white shirt, which has been soaked by water at this time, and the better scenery is hidden under the floating clothes.
Alcohol is not intoxicating and everyone is drunk.
Di Qiuhe adjusted his sitting posture and leaned in the bathtub, pressing He Bai on himself, and said dumbly, "Xiao Bai..."
"Happy Valentine's Day." He Bai leaned over and bit his ears affectionately, and deliberately blew his breath, "Enjoy tonight, Di is three years old." The feelings need to be cared for, and the other party has given his heart to him, so he naturally wants to use the same heart. Go back.
Valentine's Day has ended successfully, and He Bai's work has also ended successfully.
After returning to school, He Bai found out the first photo taken that day when Di Qiuhe suddenly appeared, zoomed in and looked at it for a long time, opened the editing software and sat there for three hours, but failed to find a suitable editing direction, so he was decisive. Give up, open the official website of the International College Student Art Festival, log in to your registration account, click on the work column, and upload this photo.