Why it never ends

Chapter 198 Photography
Victoria stepped forward, "Who?"

The other party was startled and turned around. She stared at the badge on Victoria's chest, "...Oh, you are a mercury needle?"

Victoria did not answer, she took a glance at the business card handed over by the other party, and saw that it said: Stella Clifford.

"I know you," Victoria smiled and put away her business card, "Is the editor-in-chief of "Anecdote Daily"?"

Stella nodded happily.

"I have to keep your business card. Some time ago, everyone outside was asking for your contact information." Victoria teased, "What are you doing here, an interview?"

"Haha, there is indeed such a hope... But it seems that everyone is not interested, so I can only go back and wait for the news." Stella looked away from the few women who had gone away helplessly. The force immediately fell on Victoria's camera, "Are you taking pictures? Is this also your task?"

"No," Victoria shook her head, "it's just casual pats."

Stella understood something, she smiled, "Crying in the face of the ruins is very powerful... Do you like this kind of photo?"

This question suddenly aroused Victoria's subtle dislike for the person in front of her.

This change was so fast that even Victoria herself was a little uncertain about the reason—maybe it was because of Stella’s smile, or maybe it was because of her flat tone when she mentioned all this... These details made Victoria There was a sense that at the moment they were talking about a composition, a genre of photography or something.

Almost at the same moment, Victoria felt that she saw some shadow of Avinash in Stella's eyes - the indifference and arrogance in her bones made her instantly lose interest in continuing the conversation with the person in front of her.

Stella was keenly aware of this change, although she didn't understand why.

"Go about your business." Victoria turned around, "Be careful not to exceed the warning line."

Stella followed immediately, "Why did you leave, don't you wonder why these people gather here and cry?"

"you know?"

"Ha... well, I don't know." Stella laughed, "I haven't asked what your name is yet?"

Victoria stopped, "Don't follow me."

Stella was startled by the sudden chasing, but soon, she chased after him—she didn't have time to think about why this person suddenly became so ruthless, but she knew that she had to catch up.There are not many opportunities to make friends with mercury needles. Now that one suddenly fell from the sky, how could she not take the initiative to attack?

Who knows if this connection is connected, what unexpected gains will be brought in the future...

"Ma'am, ma'am, wait a minute... Although there are indeed many things I 'don't know', there are quite a few things I 'know'. It's fate to meet you here. We—"

"What do you know, tell me."

"...Where does this start? If you have nothing else to do today, we can go back to the city together and find a cafe—"

"I am very busy."

It wasn't until this moment that Stella was convinced that she must have offended someone somewhere, but the other party's reaction didn't make her flinch—"disgust" is a kind of reaction, and any reaction is better than no reaction.

She tried to keep up with Victoria's pace, but Victoria walked even faster.

So Stella started trotting.

"Did I offend you somewhere just now? Can you tell me, so I can explain—"

Victoria stopped suddenly again, Stella couldn't stop, and bumped into the opponent's shoulder. Immediately afterwards, she was picked up by Victoria by the collar, and only the toes barely touched the ground.

Stella suddenly felt threatened, she raised her hands doubtfully and slowly, "Sister, if you have something to say—"

"I have nothing to say, because I hate reporters like you the most." Every word of Victoria seemed to be bitten out from between her teeth. "Where there is blood, you can see you buzzing Fei, go and finish your job, don't follow me anymore!"

Stella:?

Victoria suddenly let go of Stella's collar, and Stella staggered two steps back, almost falling to the ground.

Seeing that Victoria was about to leave, Stella hurriedly stood up with support. She quickly went through the conversation just now in her mind. She still couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while, but at least she heard the last sentence. understood--

"But I'm not the kind of reporter you think!" Stella yelled at Victoria's back, "If I were, I wouldn't be here today... Since you can come here with a camera to take pictures , why can't I go to them and ask who is willing to be interviewed by me?"

Victoria sneered, "The photos I took will never be published—"

"Then other people can't read the manuscript I wrote now, after all, "Anecdote Daily" was seized last week!" Stella began to change concepts secretly, she spread her hands, "You make me seem like that The kind of unscrupulous reporter who deliberately stabs wounds on others with a knife, and then shows them to readers, isn't it...how can you label me like this when you come up?"

"..." Victoria was still a little annoyed, but calmed down somewhat.

Admittedly, her conclusions were a bit arbitrary, but she remembered the women's avoiding faces when Stella passed the crowd—if she wasn't who she imagined, why did the others react that way?

Just as Victoria was thinking about it, Stella walked up to her again, she was really very persistent in this matter: "But it doesn't matter, do you know why, because I always respect mercury needles , I completely forgive your unwarranted prejudice—”

"You shouldn't be talking about them in that tone," Victoria reiterated, "if nothing else—"

"That's fine! As long as you don't misunderstand me." Stella quickly took over the words, "It's rare to see anyone using a film camera now, especially the one you use...Kappa II Is it? It’s especially easy to lose focus when shooting motion scenes, I remember.”

"...yes, but it's portable."

"I understand that sometimes when you go out with a large-format camera, you can't take any pictures. When the lens is raised, people press it down for you-I mean the occasion where you are not allowed to take pictures, uh, you understand me What do you mean? Not a museum where photography can do harm—”

"I know," Viktoria said softly, "I've photographed Anna Sokolova with it before."

"Really, when?"

"A long time ago, in the south, before she was arrested."

(End of this chapter)