Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 37 The stray crow

It was two days after we came down from the mountain.

Chen Pingsheng loaded everything into the car one by one, and then took the time to clean the ancestral house a little, took a photo and sent it to his father.Although no one lives there, doing so is also an attitude of the younger generation.

But his work was not finished yet, and he was now returning to the city to take the last few photos.

From here we can also see how hard and difficult it is to shoot photography works, and this is when Chen Pingsheng is confident.

The emergence of many photographic works is itself sifted from a large number of photos taken over a period of several years.

The same is true for the work "The Crow".

But Chen Pingsheng shortened this step.

After returning to the city, the snow on the ground has become warmer as the weather gets warmer.Chen Pingsheng returned the car to the dealership, paid the balance, and immediately went to a nearby restaurant to fill his stomach.

He really had enough of instant noodles and self-heating pots during this period.I have decided not to touch this thing again for the next six months.

While eating, Chen Pingsheng looked at the messages on his phone. Lin Zishan sent him a message, and Professor Li also sent him a message, but he had not replied before.Now after replying one by one, I turned off my phone.

Although he knows that his work has been recommended on the platform again, and the film industry must have welcomed a large number of new fans, he doesn't want to watch it yet. He also wants to save up and watch it when he gets home.

This feeling is quite similar to the pleasure of hoarding goods and saving money, and it is also like the pleasure of reading online articles and saving up the climax chapters, and then reading them again after the author has finished writing.

What is needed is a momentary explosion.

After eating and drinking, Chen Pingsheng walked out of the hotel and picked up his camera again.

He wanted to capture images that would add more artistic thought to the entire work.

Standing next to the pedestrian street, looking at the empty roads and traffic lights, he lowered his camera to a low position, tilted it up slightly, and took a photo.

Then he started walking aimlessly.

As he walked, the huge chimney towering on the horizon in the distance attracted his attention.This kind of chimney can be seen everywhere in Northeastern cities. They are all traces left by the steel boom. But now as the demand for steel drops, more and more chimneys can no longer emit thick white smoke and lead the city as they did in childhood. into prosperity.

But the one in front of me is still smoking tenaciously and trying to prove his worth.

Chen Pingsheng raised his camera and saw a crow flying by the chimney.

"Click." He captured the picture he wanted.

Then he went to the roadside again to observe the flow of people passing by. Because the rain and snow had just stopped, there were obviously more pedestrians than the previous two days.Some scavengers and homeless people also came out to rummage through the trash cans.

Chen Pingsheng watched their movements and clothes with his eyes, like a sharp crow, but there was no scene that inspired him.

So, he simply followed the homeless people, more than ten meters away from them, just following them silently, like a crow hunting, ready to take pictures at any time.

This lasted half a day.

Unfortunately, the picture he wanted still didn't appear.

Chen Pingsheng took note of the gathering place for homeless people and turned around to leave. He felt that what he wanted was there, but it might still take some time.

As the saying goes, patience is the virtue of a photographer.

At six o'clock in the morning the next day, Chen Pingsheng appeared on time not far from the homeless gathering place.This was under a bridge. He watched them get up early to pack themselves up by the river, and then go their separate ways carrying sacks.

Everything is the same as yesterday, but the only difference is that there is an old man.

He was holding a black blanket in his hand, as if he wanted to put it on his body, but the weather was not cold today, so he put it back in his bag.The moment Chen Pingsheng saw the blanket, he already had the inspiration to take the photo. However, he did not disturb the old man, but followed behind him and watched quietly.

The old man moved his inconvenient legs and deftly rummaged through the trash cans along the street. Once there was something edible or a bottle that could be sold, he would put it into a sack.

The weather in the morning is often the coldest time of the day. Chen Pingsheng looked from a distance and saw that the blue down jacket on his body had been stained with oil and turned into dark blue. It was deflated in one area and in the other. It didn't look very good. Like it can resist the wind.But the old man still didn't put on the black blanket, maybe it would delay his ability to pick up things.

After following the old man for three streets, the old man seemed a little tired. He sat on the ground to rest, took out his water bottle and drank some water.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and the old man shrank from the cold. After hesitating for a moment, he took out the black blanket and put it on himself.

Chen Pingsheng raised his camera and followed closely.

Through the viewfinder, he saw the old man standing up and the black blanket falling to the ground, like a cloak, blown up by the wind.

Chen Pingsheng watched the old man walking alone. At this moment, he did not look like an old man, but like a stray crow.

"Click." After the shutter sound, he put down the camera and was glad that he finally found the last photo of the work.

But also a little sad.

Chen Pingsheng looked around, two weeks passed by in a hurry, but he felt as if he had spent half his life.

There were many things that were unspeakable, impossible to put into words, but it was all there in the work, and he knew others would see it.

Putting aside his chaotic thoughts, Chen Pingsheng walked quickly towards the old man. The separation from Songyuan was imminent, but at least he could do something meaningful before leaving.

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"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to board this flight. The terminal of this flight is..." The plane's prompt tone brought the passengers' thoughts back to the present. Everyone turned off their mobile phones and waited for the upcoming liftoff.

"Boom!" The plane ignited and moved forward.

The crows in the distance were frightened and scattered. They followed the takeoff of the plane, but their bodies were particularly small in the eyes of passers-by.

An old man wearing a brand new down jacket was sitting on a chair in the park. He looked up and saw a plane about the size of a crow flying overhead.

Then he lowered his head, ate all the remaining bread, picked up the sack at hand, and continued to the next trash can.

"Ding dong."

His cell phone rang suddenly.

"Ding dong."

Chen Pingsheng was also awakened by a WeChat prompt on his cell phone.

He sat up from the bed, looked at the bright sky, and felt the room temperature that was completely different from that of Songyuan. He felt both an illusion and a sense of happiness.

He finally finished filming the work.

He sat up straight from the bed, leaned against the bedside, then opened WeChat and found a message from Lin Zishan.

It's a congratulatory message.

She said: "Mr. Tough Guy! Your work has been officially selected and has become a special feature! It's so awesome! (dog's excited expression)"

(End of this chapter)