Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 170 The snow in the Northeast is so cold

When he came out of Teng'ao Airport, Chen Pingsheng couldn't help but shudder.

Yes, the time has advanced to February 2th. It’s like a camera taking rapid continuous shots of time. Before Chen Pingsheng noticed anything, the Chinese New Year was already approaching.

During this time, he did nothing else but concentrated on taking the last few photos of the decisive moment.

Now it is all completed, with a total of 167 photos selected. It will undoubtedly be a huge project to make a photo album.

So he carries his computer with him and does something from time to time, even on the plane without wasting time.

The "Crow" film festival also officially ended a few days ago. The final ticket sales were 100132, of which basic tickets accounted for 90.00%.

But it doesn't matter, Chen Pingsheng is already very satisfied.

10 people, even if calculated based on the most basic ticket price, will get more than 200 million.

This is just a film festival. If the national touring exhibition is completed, we don’t know how much money it will cost.

And this does not include income from foreign film festivals.

Chen Ping felt the taste of sudden wealth for the first time in his life.

With his imagination about the future in mind, he opened the car door in front of him, put his luggage in the back seat, and sat in the front seat.

"Brother, where did you come from?" The driver is a 50-year-old uncle with a good-looking face and a strong double chin.He is wide and fat, with a beer belly common among Northeastern men.

His hair is extremely short, basically just a thin layer, and he wears a pair of gloves on his hands. He doesn't know whether it's because he's afraid of the cold or because he's afraid of exposing any scars.

When faced with questions from fellow villagers, Chen Pingsheng also answered with his hometown accent: "From South China."

"Southern China, I've been there. I used to go there when I was selling big goods. They like to eat rabbits there, don't they?" The uncle was bored and chatted with Chen Pingsheng.

"Yes, a lot of Zigong dishes are rabbit meat and spicy rabbit heads." Chen Pingsheng laughed.

"The food is quite delicious, but I just don't like the people there. They feel too shrewd." The uncle didn't care whether he was a regional slut or not.

This is also the unique prejudice of some Northeastern people against Southerners, because they prefer to be bold and straightforward in character.I don't like people who keep silent and hide all their worries.

But Chen Pingsheng didn't say anything. There are different kinds of people, and this kind of prejudice cannot be eliminated.

Just like southerners also have their own prejudices against Northeasterners.

He could only say: "It's okay. The people I interact with are all young people, and they are not very smart."

"Well, hello young man, don't touch those old ladies. They don't say anything on the surface, but they sell you in private." The driver said his thoughts, then picked up the white handkerchief next to him, Start wiping the steering wheel while you're parked.

Chen Pingsheng was stunned by this operation. He originally thought that he was wearing gloves just because he was a little cold, but he didn't expect that it was because he felt dirty.

After the red light went out and the green light came on, the driver put down his handkerchief and continued chatting with Chen Pingsheng.

"How long have you been in South China?"

"Almost four years." Chen Pingsheng leaned his elbows by the window and tried not to touch the decorations in the car with his hands.

"Going to college?"

"Correct."

"What major?"

"Studying photography."

The driver's eyes lit up: "You just specialize in taking pictures of celebrities?"

"I don't just photograph celebrities, I photograph everyone." Chen Pingsheng explained.

"I understand, I understand, your industry is dangerous. If you are caught, you will have to pay money." The driver sighed with a face full of emotion.

Chen Pingsheng's face was full of doubts. He always felt that he and the driver were not discussing the same profession.

"We are regular photographers."

"Oh, the kind that shoots weddings, right?" The driver slapped his forehead, thinking only of this profession.

Chen Pingsheng also slapped his forehead: "Absolutely."

It's always more acceptable than paparazzi.

"Oh, that's pretty good. After making money, you can still have a meal." The driver said "tsk tsk" twice.

Chen Pingsheng shook his head: "It's not that good. The photographer basically shoots the whole process. He may not be able to make it to the banquet. He can just buy a pack of cigarettes. And some of the more outrageous newcomers will also receive money from their salary after the photographer has finished eating. This part of the money will be deducted from it.”

Don't ask him how he knew this. He once worked part-time in this industry and earned hard-earned money.

"Such stingy, people here wouldn't do that!" The uncle waved his hand.

This is true. As we all know, Northeastern people love to show off in front of outsiders.

So he basically wouldn't do such a cunning thing in front of everyone's eyes.

But there are also a few quirks that are unpredictable.

While chatting along the way, Chen Pingsheng looked out the window from time to time. The closer he got to home, the more excited he became.

The snow is not heavy today, and snowflakes as big as soybeans are constantly floating in the sky. They fall on the car glass, holding hands and condensing into a hazy layer of ice.

Looking through it and looking out, everything is blurry, no lines can be seen, only large blocks of color.

Pedestrians on the road also turned into abstract colors, like the perspective in "The Crow".

Not long after, we arrived at our destination.

Chen Pingsheng paid his respects to the driver, got out of the car, took his luggage, and walked into his community.

It is said to be a community, but in fact there are no properties there for a long time. They are all old houses and they don't even have elevators.

Chen Pingsheng held his bag and slowly walked up the narrow corridor, first floor, second floor, and third floor.

It wasn't until I saw the familiar red door that I finally felt like I was home. "Bang bang bang!"

He knocked on the door several times.

However, the expected scene of opening the door to greet him did not appear. He knocked a few more times in confusion and found that there was still no response in the room.

So he took out his cell phone and called his mother.

"Hey Mom? Aren't you at home?" He had left his own key at home a long time ago and didn't take it with him, so he couldn't get in now.

"Son! Have you arrived?" The mother's voice came from the phone.

"Yes, where are you people?" Chen Pingsheng asked.

"Your dad and I are shopping in the mall! We'll be back in a minute. You wait a moment."

"it is good."

Chen Pingsheng hung up the phone and looked at the door, feeling as if he had come back at the wrong time.

It was uncomfortable to stay in the corridor, so he simply came downstairs and walked back and forth in the snow.

Then he discovered that this place had changed a lot compared to before. First, the color of the building was repainted, from earthy pink to bright yellow.

Visually, it is much more conspicuous and tidy, and it is exactly the same as other buildings.

There is also an intercom at the door of the building to open the door, and there is even a camera.

But Chen Pingsheng clicked a few times and found that this thing didn't work well.

In the open space opposite the building, the small pavilion that originally existed here was demolished for unknown reasons.

Usually there are some old men and women sitting here. In summer, everyone can chat, hang clothes to dry, or play mahjong.

But now there is no free space, and after the pavilion was removed, it became a wasteland.Even the neighbors' crops and fences were torn down.

Chen Pingsheng curled his lips, probably talking about building a civilized city.

From his high school to college, this city has been building a civilized city, but until now, it has not been successful.

Looking at it now, I don’t know whether it was a failure or a success.

However, he feels that this kind of city creation is of little significance. Too many facade projects are nothing more than changing all the more life-like places into a neat appearance.It is good to repaint the old building, but what is uncomfortable is that all the store signs have been replaced with a uniform style.

Not only is it ugly, it also lacks recognition.

He feels that the cleanliness of a city does not need to be shown by rows of signboards with black characters on white backgrounds.

After walking in the snow for a while, Chen Pingsheng felt that he was getting colder and colder.

The coldness of the Northeast is a stiffness that spreads from the fingers.

When walking on the street for a long time, it is easy to feel as if you are freezing.

So everyone here wears thick snow boots, or fluffy shoes, as well as earmuffs and hats.

For good looks, Chen Pingsheng did not wear a down jacket, but a cashmere coat.It was obvious that a cashmere coat couldn't have a hood, which immediately made his ears turn red.

He could only rub his hands from time to time and then warm his ears with his hands.

And after 10 minutes, he felt that his feet were a little stiff.

So he could only move his feet while waiting for his parents to come back.

Just when Chen Pingsheng was thinking about whether to go into the corridor to escape the cold wind, he suddenly saw two more figures on the steps in the distance.

Judging from the appearance, they are his parents.

He hurried forward to greet him. His parents were stunned when they saw him, and then his mother, Chen Jing, walked over quickly.

"Pingsheng!" She shouted, then took Chen Pingsheng's arm and looked up and down carefully.

After not seeing her for a year, Chen Pingsheng felt that time seemed to have taken away some of her grace from her mother.

She was wearing a pink down jacket, her hair was tied into a ponytail and dyed dark purple. The most prominent thing was her pair of bright eyes, which looked full of stories.

"I feel like you've become more handsome!" As a mother, she was naturally pleased with her son who hadn't returned home for a long time. She turned around and asked, "Lao Li, what's up? Has my son become more handsome?"

"Indeed." Father Li Xue came over, wearing a thick coat, a red scarf, leather shoes, and carrying two bags of things in his hand.

"I'll do it, dad." Chen Pingsheng wanted to take a bag from his father's hand.

The father shook his head: "It's okay, it's not heavy. I'll take it. It won't be easy for you to come back."

"Let your dad take it, it's quite light." His mother put her arm around him and walked forward, gossiping as she walked: "How are you, have you seen any good girls this year?"

"Good girl?" Several beautiful images flashed quickly in Chen Pingsheng's mind.

Seeing that her son was silent, the mother immediately reacted: "Oh, if something is wrong, why don't you tell me quickly?"

"No, really not." Chen Pingsheng shook his head, feeling that they were all friends and couldn't talk nonsense.

"Tsk, kid, I still don't understand you." Chen Jing did not continue to ask, but first took her son upstairs.

There was a conversation between mother and son in the corridor.

"Mom, by the way, why was the pavilion downstairs demolished?"

"Oh, it's Chuangcheng again. I thought it didn't look good so I demolished it."

"Did you make it?"

"No, it failed again."

(End of this chapter)