Jiangdong Province holds a photography art exhibition every autumn and winter. Whether it is in autumn or winter depends on the specific preparations, but it usually does not exceed December. This time the preparations are obviously behind schedule. New Year's Day has passed. Theoretically it is already 1997, but the 1996 photography exhibition has just begun. It is estimated that there is a problem with sponsorship. It is difficult to do things without money, and it is the same in every industry.
Similarly, every industry has its own unspoken rules. There are many incumbent or retired leaders in the photography association, as well as some veteran photographers who have become senior photographers after years of hard work. Who wouldn't want to show off their talents at such an annual event? However, the booths at the photography exhibition are limited, and who is allowed to go to the exhibition and who is not allowed to go to the exhibition must be decided after internal research. It's not like anyone can hang their photos on the wall. Therefore, with Ye Yuting's qualifications of just one year in the association, even if her level is good enough, it is difficult for her to stand out in such a fierce "competition", and this is exactly the purpose of Zuo Yuxi calling Wen Liang - to use the back door!
"I have to go to the countryside tomorrow and may not be back for three or four days. I really can't spare the time. Yu Ting didn't say it, but I know she also hopes to participate in this exhibition. See if you have any familiar friends in the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Propaganda Department. It would be helpful to say a word for them." Zuo Yuxi smiled meaningfully and said, "I haven't told her about this yet, so I'll leave it to you to flatter her!"
Wen Liang nodded, not accepting the flattery, and said with a serious expression, "Leave it to me, don't worry."
Wen Liang called Tang Ye. With her connections, wouldn't it be a waste of talent to do such a thing? The next afternoon, he got back the news that he had secured a booth for Ye Yuting, and the location was said to be pretty good. When it was time for the break, Wen Liang went to the English office. Ye Yuting was not there. Huang Mei was sitting with her feet up, cracking melon seeds, and flipping through a "Reader" magazine, a spiritual food for the literary and artistic bourgeoisie.
"Teacher Huang, how come your skin is getting better and better? It's true that a newlywed is a nourishing thing!"
Huang Mei looked up and saw that it was Wen Liang. She was immediately furious and said, "How dare you say that? Why didn't you go to my wedding?"
Wen Liang complained, "They are all teachers at school. How can I get there? Where should I sit? Am I going to be scolded by the ears for not coming to class?"
"Oh, with your attitude as Master Wen, who would dare to scold you, right?"
"Don't worry, at least Teacher Ye brought the gift money. The gift is here but the person is not. I saved you the money for a seat, so you should be happy!"
"Do I owe you a meal?" Huang Mei said unhappily, "Tell me, what are you doing here?"
"Where's Teacher Ye? I have something to talk to her about!"
"Yuting seems to have been called away by Principal Zhang. I don't know what happened. She has been acting mysterious for a while!"
Wen Liang waited in the office until class was almost over and no one came back. He told Huang Mei to tell her that she had been there when she saw Ye Yuting, and then turned around and left. When he reached the end of the corridor and was about to go down the stairs, he saw Ye Yuting coming up from the corner of the first floor. He stopped, looked down at her, and smiled, "I just looked for you but couldn't find you. Did you go to see Principal Zhang?"
Ye Yuting raised her head and looked over from this angle. The sunlight coming through the stairwell window shone on Wenliang's face, which was full of tenderness. She said softly, "Yeah."
Wen Liang walked down slowly, only one step away from her, and asked, "What can I do for you?"
A sad look flashed across Ye Yuting's face, and she said, "Nothing..."
Wen Liang had asked casually, thinking it was something about the English teaching and research group, but seeing that she looked abnormal, he hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
Ye Yuting smiled bitterly and said, "Guanshan is going to hold a photography exhibition. Principal Zhang and I are both members of the Qingzhou Photography Association. However, the number of candidates sent by Qingzhou this time is limited, and I was not selected. Principal Zhang was afraid that I would be sad, so he called me over to give me some advice."
"Is it the one held on the 17th?" Wen Liang pretended to be surprised and asked, "Where did Principal Zhang get the information? Could it be wrong? Why did I hear that there is a booth for you in this photography exhibition?"
Ye Yuting was stunned and asked, "No way? Where did you hear that?"
Wen Liang took out his phone and shook it, saying, "The inside information from the organizing committee, is that authoritative enough?"
Ye Yuting still didn't believe it. How could it be such a coincidence? She had just been worried about this matter, and then she got good news. She rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and said, "Stop making trouble. Go back to class. It's time for class."
"Don't believe it?" Wen Liang said with a smile, "How about making a bet? If you receive a notice tomorrow morning, then... agree to any request I make."
Seeing that he was being very serious and didn't seem to be teasing her, Ye Yuting asked, "You really didn't lie to me?"
She is not ignorant of the dark scenes in the photography association, only that she can communicate with some real photography-loving colleagues, and she has patiently and forcibly put up with it. The young person in front of her is all-conquering, but now that she is finished, it may not be easy to change the minds of the rule-makers above. It is difficult to imagine that she has just heard these things and is worried about her own depression, so she deliberately put on a good word to comfort herself.
Ye Yuting smiled and followed his wishes, saying, "Okay, if it's true, I'll agree to one of your requests!"
"Teacher Ye, don't forget, it's 'whatever' you ask for!"
Wen Liang deliberately emphasized the word "whatever", which made Ye Yuting blush, but she still insisted, "Whatever, whatever, I'm not afraid of you!"
The next morning, not long after arriving at the office, Huang Mei rushed in and shouted, "Yuting, the principal wants you to come over, now, right now!"
Ye Yuting was stunned for a moment. Could it be that what Wen Liang said was true? She nervously came to the door of the principal's office and knocked on the door. She heard Zhang Yihan's voice: "Come in!"
She pushed open the door and said, "Principal Zhang, you're looking for me?"
"Yuting, sit down, sit down." Zhang Yihan was very enthusiastic and personally poured a glass of water for Ye Yuting. He said, "You too, since you know the leaders of the organizing committee, you could have told me directly yesterday. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I was worried that your mood would be affected."
Ye Yuting hurriedly explained: "Principal, I really don't know what you are talking about. Besides, let alone the leaders of the organizing committee, I don't even know many of the leaders of the Municipal Photographic Association."
Zhang Yihan knew Ye Yuting's personality very well. She didn't seem to be lying, so she must be unaware of the situation. Could it be that... Thinking of Zuo Jing standing behind her, maybe this provincial party committee member didn't want his daughter to be wronged. He was an old fox, and he was particular about getting to the point. He didn't ask for details. He laughed and said, "It's okay. This is a good thing. Your fifteen works have been officially selected for the provincial exhibition. This is a rare opportunity. When the exhibition officially opens, I will give you a few days off to relax in Guanshan and exchange and learn with other photography masters in the province..."
Ye Yuting took the invitation letter from Zhang Yihan, and only then did she completely believe that what Wen Liang said yesterday was not groundless. While she was happy, she was also a little puzzled. She didn't know what magic Wen Liang had used to reverse the situation!
However, she knew that she would have to be tortured by that pervert tonight. Sure enough, at 7 o'clock in the evening, Ye Yuting, who had dressed up carefully, came to Xiyuan and was taken to the bedroom on the second floor by Wen Liang. Her gentle moans echoed throughout the night. Uncle Wen, who won the bet, successfully let Ye Yuting unlock more postures. The interest between men and women was further consolidated and sublimated in this kind of siege.
Love is like a battlefield, nothing more than this!
On January 17, the 17th Jiangdong Province Photography Art Exhibition was successfully opened in the exhibition hall on the third floor of Guanshan Museum. The exhibition lasted for seven days and will display more than 300 works by 28 photographers, covering many fields such as humanities, landscapes, nature, black and white, etc., attracting many amateur enthusiasts to come and watch. Zhang Yihan also kept his word and approved Ye Yuting's seven-day leave, allowing her to come to Guanshan to participate in various exchange activities organized by the organizing committee. On the third day, Wen Liang had time, so he drove straight to the museum with Chang Cheng and visited it accompanied by Ye Yuting.
Wen Liang had no interest in photography, or he was just a vulgar person who had never been interested in art. But he and Ye Yuting walked side by side in the third-floor lobby with a strong artistic atmosphere. The frames on the surrounding walls were inlaid with exhibited works. The combination of light and shadow outlined countless worlds that were different from what we see with our eyes, with unique perspectives or ingenious ideas, which made people unable to help but dissolve at the moment when the photographer pressed the shutter.
True art is often not an unattainable throne in a palace of highbrow music, but the touch and enlightenment of the soul that is within reach!
“… It was autumn, and I happened to pass by a wilderness. There was only one tree with twisted roots like this in the wilderness. The sunlight penetrated through the bare branches, casting mottled shadows on the ground. At that moment, I seemed to touch something, but it seemed like there was nothing, so I used a camera to record this moment. I haven’t thought of a name yet, so I named it "Untitled"…”
Wen Liang stopped and watched for a long time, then suddenly turned back to look at Ye Yuting and said, "Why not call it "The Cracks in Life"? Only when there are cracks in life can the sun shine in..."
People are imperfect because of their incompleteness, and because of their imperfections they have seven emotions and six desires. People who are too perfect are often ruthless, so life needs cracks so that it can accept sunlight on the one hand and radiate light on the other.
Ye Yuting was slightly shocked, and looked at the work she had taken with her own hands again. Unexpectedly, she stood on tiptoe and took down the photo frame. Her bright eyes showed unconcealable affection, and she said, "I give it to you. It should belong to you!"
Wen Liang took it without hesitation and said softly, "No, it belongs to us!" (To be continued)