Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 25 Sui Family Funeral
"clang!"

The small ancient bell made a gentle sound as the monk struck it, echoing in the silent mourning hall.

The masters recited scriptures, and their voices were intertwined, accompanied by the smell of incense and candles, baptizing everyone's hearing and smell.

Chen Pingsheng, dressed in black, stood behind the crowd and recorded the scene with the camera in his hand.

The family's surname was Sui, and the deceased was the Sui family's grandmother, a well-known medical scientist.The old lady believed in Buddhism during her lifetime, so after her death, her family specially found a Buddhist temple where they often donated incense, and invited several masters who were familiar with the old lady to chant sutras for her.

This chanting started at six in the morning and lasted for two hours before ending.Chen Pingsheng never stopped taking pictures, randomly capturing the expressions of the guests and children.

Originally, reporters would come to report, videotape and take photos, but in order not to disturb the deceased, the family refused the TV station and chose to use Chen Pingsheng's photos instead.

This also made the shooting more difficult. For this shooting, Chen Pingsheng borrowed a digital camera from Boss Lin of the Western Suburbs Studio.After all, photos for television cannot be taken on film.

After this shooting is completed, he will make all the photos into a photo album and give it to the family members, so that they can be worthy of the price they paid.

After taking pictures of the entire environment and some local close-ups, Chen Pingsheng focused on taking photos of some visitors, because there were many city government leaders and people with status coming, and the TV station would need them at that time.

"Crack."

"Crack."

The crisp sound of the shutter was accompanied by the flash, taking photos one by one of the guests who were burning incense.

At this time, an old man wearing a black Tang suit approached and looked curiously at Chen Pingsheng's shooting.

Chen Pingsheng didn't notice it at first, but soon he felt the old man's eyes, which seemed to want to say something, so he stopped and looked at him.

"Father, what's wrong?"

The old man smiled, looking a little shy.

"Young man, how much does it cost for you to take a photo?" asked the silver-haired old man.

"It depends on what type it is." Chen Pingsheng saw that the old man was a little tired from standing all the time, so he took the lead and sat on the chair.

Seeing this, the silver-haired old man also sat down, feeling much more relaxed.

"Do you have any relatives who need to be photographed?" He thought there might be someone deceased in the old man's family who needed to be photographed.

"It's no one else but me who wants to take pictures." The silver-haired old man smiled.

Chen Pingsheng shivered and suddenly felt a cool breeze from head to toe. It was a bit scary to hear such words suddenly in the mourning hall.

"You?" He stepped back a little, shook his head, and pointed to the spiritual place in the distance with his chin.

The silver-haired old man waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, I haven't arrived yet, and I won't take pictures when the time comes."

"Oh, what do you mean? Do you want to take a photo?" Everyone here is a respectable person, but this old man has no aura and no pretense. He looks like a neighbor's uncle, so Chen Pingsheng and He didn't have to hold his tongue when he spoke.

"Portrait? The one you young people took, the kind where you pose in front of the camera, pouting, and making gestures?" The old man said while gesticulating, which made Chen Pingsheng want to laugh.

But when he thought that it would not be good to be in the mourning hall, he could only hold it in.

"Those are studio portraits. What I usually take are more natural and real. They capture various states of the characters and don't require posing." Chen Pingsheng explained.

"Natural is good, natural is good." The old man patted his thigh and agreed: "I don't like to pose. My wife asked me to take pictures before, but I didn't have time. I could pose like that for an hour. How can I be so good? What a waste of time.”

Chen Pingsheng did not expect that this old man was very tight on time. No matter how busy he was, he could still squeeze out a day to take pictures. "Well, young man, let's add WeChat." The old man took out his mobile phone, which looked quite old.

"Okay, I'll add you." After the two of them added WeChat, Chen Pingsheng looked at their profile pictures.

It's an ink painting. I can't see clearly what it is. It's called People with Ideals.

"Old man, what do you want to take a picture of? When will it take place?" Now that he has secured another client, Chen Pingsheng naturally wants to confirm it as soon as possible.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "I'm usually busy too. My daughter said that I'm missing from the album at home, so I took a few photos together and gave them to them. I can keep them as a memory in the future."

"Then where are you going to take the photo?" Chen Pingsheng changed the note to the old man: Take a portrait - the old man.

"Just shoot where I usually work. I'll apply when the time comes. Alas, I can't leave, so I have to trouble you to go to my place." The old man sighed, and seemed to feel helpless.

"Okay, what's your name?"

"My surname is Chen, Chen Mu."

"My surname is Chen, Chen Pingsheng." He didn't expect that he was from the same family.

Mr. Chen Mu was also stunned and smiled: "This is fate."

At this moment, his cell phone vibrated suddenly.

After Mr. Chen Mu answered the phone, he said a few words to the other person that Chen Pingsheng couldn't understand, and then apologized to him: "Pingsheng, I have to go. I still have a job. When the time comes, I will apply and communicate with you on WeChat. .”

"Okay, old man, goodbye." After saying hello, Chen Pingsheng watched the old man go to the Sui family's children to express a few words of relief, and then left in a hurry.

He didn't expect to meet new customers at the funeral. Chen Pingsheng felt that his financial situation had been quite smooth recently. It must not be difficult to complete the third stage of the system's goals.

Just as he was thinking about it, Grandma Sui's eldest son came over.

"Xiao Chen, please help us take a group photo." He didn't look too sad, and there was an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Pingsheng nodded, picked up his digital camera and followed him outside the mourning hall. There were various chairs and tables, as well as some snacks and fruits, to entertain guests.Several middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes were chatting. When they saw the eldest son of the Sui family arriving, they immediately stood up and started talking.

"Mr. Sui, the future cooperation between our two families will depend on you." One of the men flattered.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhai, the cooperation previously negotiated will continue."

"Now that your mother is gone, those patents?" Another man asked in a low voice.

The eldest son of the Sui family smiled: "I have already discussed it with my family. Of course, those patents must be developed into products to benefit society. How can they be shelved?"

"Mr. Sui is really a cultural person."

After chatting for a long time, they finally ended. They thought they were going to take pictures next, but unexpectedly, Mr. Sui took him to other places to chat with other people.

It was not until half an hour later that several government leaders appeared with the receptionists that he stepped forward and asked Chen Pingsheng to take photos for them.

After walking around for a long time and listening to the praise for a long time, Chen Pingsheng had long since lost any desire to create and just took a few perfunctory photos.

After asking Mr. Sui if he still had any needs, Chen Pingsheng ran back to the mourning hall after receiving a negative reply.

Looking at the kind-hearted old man on the spiritual throne, he sighed. Every family has its own difficulties. Not every child can be like their parents, and not every family is harmonious.

(End of this chapter)