In fact, as early as the first meeting, Guo Wenxiang expressed his intention to hire Xue Xue as a model in his studio.
In addition to cooperating with major magazines and artist teams, he also has joint ventures with friends to run fashion brands. In addition, he is Guo Wenhao's cousin. The conditions he put forward to Xue Xue can be said to be quite good.
Xue Xue was also very moved by Guo Wenxiang's proposal.
In the end, however, she declined the invitation.
"I'm only a freshman, and I want to focus on my studies first."
Although it is possible to work part-time, Xue Xue has no such plan at present.
She wants to enjoy college life first.
In this regard, Guo Wenxiang also expressed his understanding.
"This is my private number." He handed Xue Xue a business card before leaving. "If you change your mind, you can come to me anytime."
Xue Xue politely took it.
Later, the two did not contact again, but for this reason, Xue Xue began to contact the fashion industry, and even went to audit some related courses.
"You're a good fit." One day, after the event, their dormitory went out to eat together. When talking about this topic, Gu Wenwen said casually, "I think you should be a model."
Xue Xue thought a move.
"Why?"
Gu Wenwen didn't seem to understand Xue Xue's question.
"You are so beautiful, so beautiful." She still stuffed something in her mouth and said vaguely: "Beauty just wants to live under the camera, otherwise it would be a pity."
"... There are so many good-looking people and beautiful people in the world." Using a straw to stir the ice cubes in the glass, Xue Xue said helplessly, "It's nothing special, okay?"
Hearing this, Gu Wenwen, who had finally swallowed the food, blinked her eyes, and then pushed Xiao Li, who was still working hard, with her elbow.
Okasa looked up.
"what?"
"You're better at talking, you talk."
"... Wenwen means that you are different."
"How is it different?" Xue Xue asked reluctantly, "Let's be more specific."
Okasa pondered for a moment.
In Xue Xue's eyes that she didn't know whether she was nervous or expecting, in the end, she spit out three words.
"Story."
"Story." Guo Wenxiang said to Guo Wenhao. "Do you remember the picture I showed you?"
Guo Wenhao nodded.
"I have photographed a lot of people, including singers, actors, professional models, and even amateurs and passers-by, but why is the only street shot of hers so impressive?" Guo Wenxiang said to Guo Wenhao while wiping the camera: " Because that photo is alive."
"Live?"
"Yes, knowledge comes first. In my opinion, in addition to skilled skills, a good photographic work must have ideas, layers, and backgrounds. It must not only bring a sense of strangeness to the audience, but also impress them. Resonance or curiosity." He stopped working. "And these, in fact, can all be combined into one word."
Guo Wenhao reacted immediately.
"Story?"
"That's right." Hanging the mirror cloth on a shelf aside, Guo Wenxiang slowly swayed to the equipment. "It's storytelling."
"It was not deliberately conceived, but what the photo showed, no matter the lines, colors, light and shadow, or atmosphere, every element was combined just right."
"Obviously it's a still picture, but you can feel the sun hitting you, the breeze blowing the treetops, and pedestrians passing by, and you are walking on the steaming asphalt road, inadvertently meeting the people sitting in the cafe. The girl meets her eyes."
Guo Wenxiang suddenly stretched out his index finger and tapped Guo Wenhao's heart.
"In that moment, your heartbeat is irregular."
"You can feel the heartbeat, although it quickly disappears, but from then on, you will remember this photo."
"This photo that is remembered will no longer be a mere photo, it will become a part of your memory, and will have meaning and life from now on."
Guo Wenhao seems to understand but does not understand.
Having said that, Guo Wenxiang stopped and took a sip before making a conclusion.
"In short, good photographers are good at capturing, and even shaping, storytelling."
"However, there is still a kind of person in this world who doesn't need a photographer. They can present a story only by their actions, words and deeds, or if you look at him, you will feel that he is the story itself."
"In such a situation, the photographer becomes the person who builds the stage, and the model is the performer on the stage. Between the two, countless possibilities can be combined."
Guo Wenhao suddenly realized.
"So what you want is the kind of person who is full of drama, right?"
"...you can think so."
Not expecting Guo Wenhao to understand, Guo Wenxiang patted him on the shoulder.
"Anyway, it's up to you, brother, whether I can win the prize this time."
"Why don't you contact yourself." Guo Wenhao was quite speechless when he was put on such a big hat for no reason. "If you don't have Xue Xue's phone number, I'll help you and Xiao Yao. Why do you have to make such a big circle?"
"Can I speak the same as Xiao Yao speaks?" Guo Wenxiang gave Guo Wenhao a look that you don't understand. "Well, I think you've been single for too long and you've become dull."
"... I haven't been solo for a long time without your mother's womb."
Guo Wenxiang shrugged.
"In short, you can find a way to ask Xiao Yao to help mention this to Xue Xue, and I will personally persuade her in the follow-up."
Guo Wenhao looked suspicious.
"Let's talk about it first, we are a civilized society now, and we can't break the law."
"… roll!"