Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 199 The old and unruly attitude towards life (he Zhang Youcai)
After Huang Mao DM finished explaining, he led four people to a refrigerator.

They played the role of time travellers, going to explore a mysterious murder that occurred in a company many years ago. The yellow-haired DM put on a turban, stood next to the refrigerator, and his tone suddenly changed.

"Agents, are you ready?"

Chen Pingsheng and others nodded, but Yu Xiang grabbed his arm and showed no reaction.

"Then come in!" Huang Mao DM pulled the refrigerator door, and what appeared in front of everyone was not a normal freezing layer, but a white passage.

Zeng Tong was the first to bend down and walk in, Yu Wenhua was the second, Chen Pingsheng was the third, and Yu Xiang was the last.

When they walked in, the refrigerator door behind them was closed by DM.

Yu Xiang was startled, looked back, then grabbed Chen Pingsheng's clothes and followed him forward.

After the four people reached the end of the corridor, they found a handle on it.

"It should be pushable." Yu Wenhua poked his head with curiosity on his face, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

"Squeak..." The four people filed out and found themselves in an office. Looking back, they saw that there was another refrigerator connected to the corridor.

"It's quite creative." Seeing that everything was new, Yu Wenhua started shopping while looking at the office scene in front of him.

Chen Pingsheng also looked around. Everything in front of him was very dim. After all, darkness is the scene that is most likely to arouse human fear. However, compared to the darkness he had played in before, this office still had a light source.

For example, the white woven lights flashing overhead from time to time.

"Den"

The lights flickered on and off, and Yu Xiang's grip on Chen Pingsheng's clothes tightened a little.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't laugh or cry, why is this guy so timid than a girl?
"What are we looking for?" Yu Xiang carefully observed his surroundings and asked.

Yu Wenhua was the first to answer: "We are looking for the victim's seat."

"He has a book, we need to find it." Zeng Tong also answered.

"Oh!" Yu Xiang, who was completely focused on the horror, didn't even listen to what DM said. Anyway, he just followed Chen Pingsheng.

So the two people also joined the search queue.

There are small independent workstations here. Each workstation is equipped with computers and different styles of ornaments, which seem to correspond to the personality of each employee.

Chen Pingsheng was searching for the target when he suddenly felt a cold feeling at his feet, and then a pair of hands touched his ankles!
"what!"

The lingering voice echoed in Chen Pingsheng's ears, abruptly interrupting the voice he had just opened his mouth to shout one step ahead of time.

He covered his ears and listened to the sound behind him, and then looked at Yu Wenhua and Zeng Tong, who were also frightened to varying degrees.

However, the two of them were quite calm. They just moved their feet away, not like the guy behind him.

After shouting for a few seconds, the sound stopped. He looked at his feet with lingering fear, then found a chair and stepped on it.

That's good, Chen Pingsheng is relieved.

He looked carefully at the floor under the desk and said, "There is probably some mechanism down there, so just stay away from the desk."

"It's okay." Yu Wenhua has been arrested twice now, but the problem is not big and he is not very scared.

"It's more important to find clues as soon as possible."

Then the three of them accelerated their search, and soon found clues on a desk in the corner.

It was a dark yellow book with the words "life and death" written on it. After opening it, I found that the text was arranged vertically, with various crosses and hooks, as if it were a book of life and death in hell.

After finding the book, several people wanted to move on and leave the office.

But at this moment, the lights suddenly went out!
Yu Xiang immediately got off the chair, then groped in the dark and grabbed the clothes of the person in front of him.

"Shengsheng, is that you?" he asked with a trembling tone.

The person in front did not answer.

"It's Teacher Zeng." Seeing that Zeng Tong didn't speak, Yu Xiang didn't pay much attention and just followed him forward.

The clothes in his hands were a little hard and seemed to be made of some kind of linen. Yu Xiang thought about it in confusion and felt that Zeng Tong didn't seem to be wearing linen clothes.

At this moment, Chen Pingsheng and others suddenly heard shrill screams!
"what!"

This voice interrupted all three people who wanted to speak, and for a while, the entire space was filled with screams.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't help shouting too. Although he was not afraid in this situation, it was really difficult to stay calm.

Yu Wenhua covered his ears and looked left and right.

Zeng Tong, on the other hand, was much calmer. He stood there without speaking or opening his eyes, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

After screaming for more than ten seconds, the ghosts pretending to be ghosts finally disappeared. Just when everyone was certain, a bloody face suddenly appeared in front of them!
Chen Pingsheng almost uncontrollably stretched out his fist and swung it at this face.

And Yu Wenhua couldn't help it anymore and screamed directly, not to mention Yu Xiang. He only felt the clothes in his hands spinning, and then the person who he thought was Zeng Tong turned around and stretched his face in front of him.

The distance is only ten centimeters!Plus the red light effect that comes with the grimace.

Yu Xiang was scared out of his wits.

Only Zeng Tong stared at the ghost face and gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression. Then he saw the ghost pause for a moment and retreated without daring to rush directly into his face.

Soon after, the lights came on again, and the four people were finally together again.

"This is too scary!" Yu Xiang's calves were shaking a little. For him who was even slightly frightened, this high level of fright was too intensive.

Chen Pingsheng thought it was okay. He looked at Yu Wenhua and found that his face was rosy, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he seemed to be particularly happy.

As for Zeng Tong, well, he played steadily as always.

After being frightened, several people rested for a while and suddenly saw a note written on the wall for them, saying that they were going to the boss's office.

This time, Yu Xiang didn't dare to walk behind. He directly held Zeng Tong's shoulders and walked second.

"Teacher Yuwen, how do you feel?" Chen Pingsheng and Yu Wenhua walked behind.

"It's quite exciting!" Yu Wenhua said with a still unsatisfied expression: "But it's not exciting enough."

As soon as they finished speaking, they saw ghosts flying behind the glass around the corridor again.

Upon seeing this, Yu Wenhua immediately pushed open the doors of other offices to see what was inside, but in this scene, the doors that had nothing to do with the main plot were all closed.

So he could only return without success.

When he arrived at the boss' room, Chen Pingsheng looked at the layout, then pointed at the large wardrobe and said, "I think those ghosts will definitely come out from here."

"That's just right!" After hearing this, Yu Wenhua immediately stepped forward and stood in front of the closet, as if he wanted to scare the ghost when it came out.

Seeing that he was very interested, several people had no choice but to start deciphering it.

Not long after, darkness struck again!

"Bang!" The cabinet door opened.

Yu Wenhua stepped forward and shouted!
The female ghost in red who had just come out of the cabinet door was immediately frightened and jumped back. Then when she realized that she had been frightened by a player, she felt very embarrassed and screamed!
Chen Pingsheng covered his ears, thinking that he was afraid of shouting louder than anyone else, right?

But just such a stereotyped scare method made Yu Xiang tremble again, and he simply hugged Zeng Tong's arm and refused to let go.

It wasn't until the female ghost retreated that Yu Wenhua rubbed his ears and said, "Oh, I really can't call a woman, my voice is too high."

Chen Pingsheng nodded and felt that he must bring earplugs next time he comes to a place like this.

After the next few people solved the mystery, they found the boss's secret room, saw the evil god worshiped by the boss, and rescued two employees who were used as sacrifices here.Later, with their answers, they learned that the book called "Life and Death" was actually a gift from the evil god. This book symbolizes chaos. Every time you use this book, you must choose two people. One will live and the other will die. It is completely random.

That's why people continue to die in the company, and evil ghosts are born.

Then they learned that their boss had become the biggest villain in the entire company. He was extremely resentful and unable to fight against the enemy, so they had to run back to get reinforcements.

But just as they were crossing the parking lot to go back, the ghost suddenly appeared from behind them!

Looking at the ghost not far away who was wearing a mix of black and blood-red clothes, with messy hair, and a terrifying death state, Yu Xiang started running wildly with a roar.

While running, he held up his Heavenly Master Talisman and shouted: "Don't scare me, don't scare me!"

Chen Pingsheng and the other three were not very fast. He was mainly thinking about Yu Wenhua, as the old man's legs and feet were not that agile.

And even if they were caught up, they would only be frightened at most.

Just as he thought, Li Gui didn't chase him very fast at all. They didn't run far before they came to a corner.

However, just as he was about to enter the safe house in the next second, Zeng Tong was suddenly taken away by a red-haired ghost.

Yu Wenhua was also taken away by a red ghost.

Chen Pingsheng was also snatched away by a ghost carrying an axe.

Only Yu Xiang entered the house alone.

He looked at the empty place behind him, and then at the pitch-black empty room in front of him. He couldn't help but swallow, then squatted on the chair, hugged his knees, and looked around warily.
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After the four people came out of it after all the hard work, the first thing Yu Xiang did was drink a few glasses of water to calm down his shock.

"Teacher Yuwen, have you found any inspiration?" Chen Pingsheng twisted his neck. This secret room was full of chases and escapes, and there were scenes of one person escaping from trouble, not to mention there were several ghosts scaring people at the same time. It was indeed much scarier than a normal secret room.

Especially the realistic human body props, dripping with blood, look no different from the real ones.

"Found it, found it!" Yu Wenhua was very happy after playing. He waved his hand and said, "I already know how to write."

After saying that, he took out his bag and a notebook from the personal belongings handed over by the DM. Without saying a word, he took the pen and started recording his inspirations.
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"So what do you think is the biggest difficulty in writing novels?" One day later, Chen Pingsheng and three others were sitting at Yu Wenhua's home, chatting with him about creation.

Wearing a gray sweater with a white shirt underneath, Yu Wenhua sat on the sofa with his hands on his knees for the interview.

The questions asked by Zeng Tong, who was sitting across from me, were also very interesting. Most people would ask about the gains they have brought to the writer during interviews, or what insights they have gained, but he actually asked about what troubled him.

Yu Wenhua didn't seem to have expected this problem. He thought for a while and said, "The biggest trouble is flying."

"Flying on a plane?" Zeng Tong raised his eyebrows and repeated.

Yu Wenhua nodded: "Yes, flying is too troublesome. Every time there are interviews, variety shows, etc., I have to go out. Taking the train is a bit slow, so I can only take a plane, but going to the airport is very troublesome."

"The key point is that I don't like to wait and am relatively lazy. If I go early, I feel bored. If I go late, I will easily miss the plane." Yu Wenhua complained about himself: "I am a lazy person who really doesn't like flying. "

Chen Pingsheng smiled on the side and felt that Yu Wenhua was indeed "unobtrusive".

"But there are actually advantages to flying, that is, it allows me to relax myself." Yu Wenhua continued: "Usually, my mind is very chaotic, including thinking about things. But when I get on the plane, I can't play with my mobile phone, I can only sit. I don’t like sleeping, so it’s good to do this, just in time to come up with stories.”

"Then do you think works or life are more important?" Zeng Tong asked another unusual question.

"It goes without saying that life is important!" Yu Wenhua said immediately without hesitation: "Now I want to lie down when writing. Really, I am really too lazy. So you see, I haven't published any works in recent years. Well, just keep enjoying life.”

Zeng Tong nodded and continued: "What do you think the relationship between readers and writers is like?"

Yu Wenhua replied: "Is it related? Just like the male protagonist and the female protagonist in those idol dramas, they fall in love and kill each other."

"Why?" Zeng Tong sounded confused.

"Because maybe you have written a plot that you think is very good, and you think it is very good in terms of blank space and wording, but the readers find it mediocre and find your writing boring. Then you write a story that you think is mediocre. The plot of the novel has made readers happy, saying that you got it right and it touched their hearts."

Yu Wenhua paused and said: "So readers and authors seem to be evaluating a work, but both sides are actually talking about it. You write yours and I read mine. Of course, this is a small part, Most readers are relatively silent.”

"Then do you think it's better to be silent or to comment more?"

"Then it's definitely better to be silent. If you don't talk and buy books, that's even better." Yu Wenhua said with a smile: "But it's not possible for all readers to be like this. It's normal to have comments. Don't worry about good or bad ones. Author In fact, they are similar to celebrities and Internet celebrities, that is, they must have a certain ability to withstand the pressure of public opinion."

"Even if you go to work, you still have to endure the comments of your colleagues and the boss. Right, to put it mildly, there may be a naming and criticizing session in a conference. Do you think you are under a lot of psychological pressure?

"So it's normal for everyone to comment on my work and say it's bad. When I wasn't famous, many readers wrote to me, saying, you bastard, how could you write off the protagonist's wife!"

He was talking about his most famous work, in which the protagonist's wife died in childbirth.

Yu Wenhua gestured with his hands and matched his words: "I was so angry that I tore it apart after reading it. I even wrote back saying that I was a bastard and that character couldn't live. Later, the two of us exchanged letters and cursed each other. moon."

"So the perspectives of readers and authors are actually different, right?" Zeng Tong added.

"Yes, it's completely different. What the author thinks about is, oh, my novel has hundreds of thousands of words. What's the plot in the first 10,000+ words, what's the plot in the middle, and how to take back these foreshadowings at the end and give me a satisfactory ending. . But when the reader reads it, he follows the plot, and he has a more sense of involvement than the writer.

"So whenever he felt dissatisfied with something, he would scold me. In fact, many plots may have an explanation at the end. But he didn't care, scolded me, and even wrote a letter to scold me after watching it. I was scolded a lot, and later I also It doesn’t matter, there’s no way to reconcile this contradiction.”

Yu Wenhua sighed: "We writers are just like the organizers of the secret room we played yesterday. In fact, we are creating a fake space for everyone to come in and experience it again. So I have always said that as a writer, you have to endure the readers. Complaining, after all, people spent money. Of course, I'm not used to scolding or messing around."
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The interview lasted for an hour and a half before it ended. Yu Wenhua talked a lot about life, writing, and some topics about emotions.

By the time the chat was over, there was already a rough draft of this topic.

The next step is to take some photos of him.

However, before the shooting, Yu Wenhua made another request. He wanted to shoot in a place in his memory.

"Snapped."

"Drip."

Yu Xiang closed the car door, looked at the rather old scene in front of him, and said, "Teacher Yuwen, is this here?"

There is a bus stop in front of me, but it is not the kind of bus stop in the city with shelters and seats.

It was like being in the countryside, with only a board hanging on a bracket saying No. 43, bound for Tuanjie Road.

And the buildings next to it are also very low, and all you can see is a large area of ​​khaki ground and tall telephone poles.

"Yes, that's it." Yu Wenhua squatted on the ground and touched the dust on the ground, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

Chen Pingsheng squatted down with the camera and clicked a picture.

"Is this the photoshoot?" Yu Wenhua raised his head and said, "I haven't made any poses yet!" As he said this, he also did a few poses.

"Haha, Teacher Yuwen, no need. We will just capture the most authentic reaction." Chen Pingsheng said with a smile: "Teacher Yuwen, why did you choose this place?"

Yu Wenhua stood up, facing the wind and said, "I have lived here for many years. At that time, I took this bus to go to work in the county every morning."

He stood under the station sign and leaned on the iron pole: "I wait like this every day. I still remember it very clearly. There is a bus every 22 minutes. If I miss it, I will be late. But it doesn't matter if our unit is late. It's just missing. Time to read a book."

"Click." Just as he was speaking, Chen Pingsheng had already seized the opportunity to take another photo.

Yu Wenhua looked into the distance, pointed and said: "Look over there, that's our electric power bureau. They used to grow food there. When I was a kid, I used to run around there and catch the voles downstairs. That head It’s so big, it’s especially delicious when grilled.”

He shared interesting anecdotes from his childhood with everyone and then moved on.

Chen Pingsheng suddenly burst out with inspiration and came to Yu Wenhua. He raised his camera and took a picture: "Teacher Yuwen, let's take a picture of his face."

"Okay, how to shoot?" Yu Wenhua asked Chen Pingsheng for his opinion.

"Teacher Yuwen, please walk forward slowly, and then raise your face slightly. Yes, this expression is very good." Chen Pingsheng guided Yu Wenhua, and the two of them walked for a while.

Zeng Tong and Yu Xiang were always behind Chen Pingsheng, fearing that he would accidentally fall.

"Crack!"

After taking four consecutive photos, Chen Pingsheng finally caught an expression.

I can see that Yu Wenhua's expressions are constantly changing in these photos, some are funny, some are smiling, some are expressionless, and one has a cooler feeling.

When Chen Pingsheng saw that one with a rather ruffian and cool expression, he immediately decided that it was the one.

Because this is consistent with the feeling Yu Wenhua gives people.

A few people just walked and took pictures.

It took one afternoon to complete the shooting, which can be said to be very fast.

At this time, Yu Wenhua was sitting on a chair in the cafe looking at photos, while Chen Pingsheng and the other three were discussing what to eat for dinner.

Yu Xiang said that he wanted to eat Suzhou cuisine from an internet celebrity restaurant, while Chen Pingsheng thought that the dishes looked good, but they might not taste good.

But Zeng Tong only said one thing, that is, it is easy to control everything.

In the end, it was Yu Wenhua who ended the topic. He said: "Don't look at it. These Internet celebrity restaurants in Suzhou are not interesting. I will take you to eat at night and I will definitely guarantee your satisfaction."

After saying that, he suddenly asked Chen Pingsheng: "Can this photo be changed to black and white?"

"Teacher Yuwen, do you like black and white photos?" Chen Pingsheng brought the camera over.

"Yes, I have always seen black and white photos since I was a child, so I am more accustomed to them, and I think black and white can also avoid the shortcomings on my face."

Yu Wenhua touched the nasolabial folds on his face: "As I get older, my skin just doesn't look good. I think the black and white one is more masculine."

"No problem, Teacher Yuwen." Chen Pingsheng nodded and agreed.

"That's fine. I really like your shot of "The Crow". The black and white looks so awesome." After taking a sip of coffee, Yu Wenhua chatted with everyone.

There was no airs at all, as if a few people were not sitting in a cafe, but sitting on the roadside eating barbecue and drinking beer.

"Teacher Yuwen has also seen my works?" Chen Pingsheng did not expect that he would have such a high reputation.

"Of course I've seen it. My writing friends recommended it wildly in their circle of friends and even mailed me a copy of it, saying it was the best work in the country. When I saw it, I thought, holy shit, how could it be so awesome? , this talent is incredible. Fortunately, you are not a writer, otherwise there would be nothing to do with my works."

Chen Pingsheng and others all became happy. They liked Teacher Yuwen's eclectic style very much. Every time they spoke, it was as if they were chatting with friends, which was very comfortable.

It won't make people feel distant.

Perhaps in addition to his own character, this is also a way for writers to approach life.

After all, if you stay away from the crowds and fireworks, the things you write will naturally lose their soul.

"Let's go, let's go eat." After drinking the coffee, Teacher Yuwen was the first to get up.

"Okay, let's go."

Several people walked out of the door. Before the door was closed, they could vaguely hear the voices of several people talking through the wind.

"I've been eating in this restaurant for ten years, and it's all hard food."

"That's right, we won't be polite to you, Teacher Yuwen."

"It's okay, just eat whatever you want."

"Teacher Zeng smiled, it's over, I'm going to have a big appetite this time."

"Teacher Zeng is a glutton, right?"

"What do you mean, he is very good at eating?"

"Not only that, he ate half of such a big pot of porridge by himself."

"Fuck! Awesome!"

(End of this chapter)