Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 107 A brief twelve hours

Mr. Chen Mu was even busier in the afternoon.

He just dozed for half an hour and then started working again.And unlike in the morning, he shuttled back and forth between different offices, discussing research issues with researchers in different fields.

Chen Pingsheng followed closely, as if he was filming a documentary, not wanting to miss any footage of Chen Mu.

When it got a little later, other scientific researchers had gone off work, but Mr. Chen Mu still had no intention of going home.

He was sitting in the office at this time, communicating with several middle-aged people about the specific plan of the experiment. The table was covered with manuscript papers and documents. They did not pay attention to Chen Pingsheng's existence at all, but concentrated on discussing whether the plan was feasible. Does this experimental data illustrate the results?

Incandescent lamps illuminate the indoor environment above the head, while the window outside the window has fallen into a dim gray. Only the dim light from the street lamp shines on the windowsill, adding a little color to the black and white world.

"Crack!"

Chen Pingsheng adjusted the angle and looked for the best shot of Mr. Chen Mu through the lens.

Although it seemed that he was blocked by someone's body and there was no suitable angle at all, and he was just doing useless work, Chen Pingsheng followed the inspiration in his mind, waiting for the opportunity that suddenly appeared at a certain moment, and refused to relax.

During this unbearable wait, the crowd suddenly relaxed, and a gap appeared between several people.

Chen Pingsheng moved slightly and found the vision he was expecting.

Mr. Chen Mu's face and hands are clearly visible in the gap. His expression is serious, his eyes are focused on the manuscript paper, and the pen in his hand is constantly writing and drawing, while he is discussing enthusiastically with the people around him.

"This is this moment." Chen Pingsheng said in his heart and quickly pressed the shutter.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

He took three photos in total, one was of Mr. Chen Mu writing with his head down, one was him looking up and talking, and the last one was him putting down his pen and listening.

But his favorite is the second one.

In this photo, Mr. Chen Mu is hidden behind the crowd. The edges of the layers of white clothes are like auxiliary frames, guiding the audience's vision to the center.Then you can see an old hand holding a pen. The veins on the hand are clearly visible, and the skin is as dry as the trunk of an old tree.But even so, his grip on the pen is still strong, his eyes are still bright when he speaks, and his old face has no sign of decay at all, but is full of passion and surging. People can't help but wonder, what on earth is he talking about?
What made him get rid of this rotten body and still be as high-spirited as when he was young in spirit.

This is a question that this photo poses to the viewer, but Chen Pingsheng himself already has the answer.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the crowd dispersed, and Mr. Chen Mu looked a little tired.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He was feeling a little thirsty when he suddenly heard a "click".

He suddenly realized, then turned to look at Chen Pingsheng: "Xiao Chen, stop filming, take a rest."

Chen Pingsheng sat down as he wanted and said, "Mr. Chen, you should rest. It's so late, it's time to get off work."

"Hey! It's true." Mr. Chen Mu raised his watch, looked at it with his glasses, then picked up the water glass and said, "There are still some unfinished things, go back after you finish them."

At such an old age, Chen Pingsheng is still passionate about his work. Chen Pingsheng doesn't know what to say. Maybe this is a sense of responsibility.

"Let's go to the laboratory." Mr. Chen Mu stood up after drinking the water and asked Chen Pingsheng to come with him.

"Can I take pictures in the laboratory?" Chen Pingsheng hesitated.

Mr. Chen Mu smiled and said: "Don't worry, this laboratory does not involve any confidential projects, it is just used for daily practice."

Although the old man said he was practicing, when the two of them actually arrived at the laboratory and looked at the rows of sophisticated equipment and various experimental tools in the room, Chen Pingsheng was still worried that he would accidentally take pictures that he couldn't take. "Oops, I forgot. Xiao Chen, this camera of yours is not allowed in the laboratory." Mr. Chen suddenly realized at this time. Just now he was only thinking about the experiment and ignored this point.

Chen Pingsheng immediately replied: "Then I won't go in. Mr. Chen, just keep the door open and I will shoot outside."

"Okay, I'll go in first. By the way, you can bring a chair over and sit on it, or you can go back to the room and rest." Mr. Chen Mu was always caring about his body.

Chen Pingsheng did not refuse and nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, you are busy."

"Okay, I'm going in."

After Mr. Chen Mu entered, Chen Pingsheng raised his camera and recorded his every move through the lens.

The process of experiments is often boring and requires a lot of patience and perseverance, and watching the experiments is even more unbearable.

But for some reason, Chen Pingsheng always felt that time passed very quickly, like snowflakes flying from his hands. It seemed that he could catch them and keep them in his palms, but when he opened his palms, all he could see was a small puddle of snowflakes. water droplets.

This may prove that time is nothingness and does not exist.So whenever he wanted to grasp the traces of time, he would be surprised to realize that he had spent a whole day when midnight came.

"Crash."

Before I knew it, it was raining outside.The rain beating on the glass formed a concerto, beautiful and melodious.

The weather in South China is always so capricious. It likes to cover the sun with dark clouds, cover up the sound of cicadas with the sound of rain, and penetrate people's thin clothes with moist wind.

Chen Pingsheng has not liked rain since he was a child, but in the past few years since he came to South China, he has fallen in love with it.

In other words, he fell in love with the sound of rain.

Listening to the sound of rain not only helps him fall asleep better, but also allows him to concentrate on shooting.

So with the sound of rain dripping, he and Mr. Chen Mu, an old man and a young man, were separated by a wall, immersed in their own world, like two like-minded people.Although they obviously do different things, they have the same tacit understanding. They don't care about the rumors from the outside world and just want to focus on their own things.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that Mr. Chen Mu came out of the laboratory, and Chen Pingsheng also completed all the filming.

"Xiao Chen, thank you for your hard work." Seeing that he had been filming with him all day, Mr. Chen Mu sighed and patted his shoulder.

"Mr. Chen, you have worked hard too." Chen Pingsheng said with a smile.

"All done, get off work." Mr. Chen Mu smoothed his hair, feeling a little tired.

"Get off work." Chen Pingsheng twisted his shoulders and felt his body was a little stiff.

The old man and the young man looked at each other, laughed in unison, and then walked towards the office.

"Xiao Chen, can you enlarge the photo when it comes out? I want to display it at home."

"No problem, Mr. Chen. When the time comes, you can choose a few and I'll print them out."

"It's finally done, no more noise from now on."

"Haha, Mr. Chen, you are troubled by happiness."

"The troubles of happiness, too, this word is really appropriate..."

As the sound weakened, the two figures disappeared into the corridor, leaving only the raindrops outside the window, reflecting the dim lights in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)