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Before waiting for Yun to think about it, Song Mian said: "I have considered it carefully, and it is not unfeasible. I will advertise your gratitude to the Min family. In fact, many media over Xiangjiang know that Grandpa Min likes you, and it is not a big deal. influences."

Yun think about not agreeing is actually because of the inequality between the two. If Grandpa Min appears, many people will think of the reason why Grandpa Min gave Yun Xiang the title of marriage, how many high-profile big families in Xiangjiang, how many strong marriages?

If we don't say anything, let's just say that the recent marriage between the Chang family and the Hua family hasn't seen that we can invite Master Min to be the master.

At that time, he will guess on Song Mian, and then stare at Song Mian.

Song Mian insisted on asking Master Min because marriage would definitely have an impact on Yun Xiangsi's career. Having Master Min in town would save a lot of trouble and reduce the impact on Yun Xiangmin.

"Okay, listen to you." Yun thought about knowing that this was Song Mian's painstaking consideration for her, so he didn't refuse.

"Go, put on makeup and take a wedding photo." Song Mian pulled her up and went out.

Since Yun thinks like the white dress, taking advantage of the morning sunshine and warmth, it creates a hazy beauty that is most suitable for this kind of feeling.

The people on the photographer's side began to prepare, and the makeup artist Yun thought about bringing Zhou Jie, and they worked together for so long. Zhou Jie is most familiar with her facial features, and also knows her heart best.

Because it is a costume dress, this white set also has a silvery white crown with a jade bead curtain, which will also be troublesome in terms of makeup and hairstyle.

It took an hour to set up the makeup, and after finishing the makeup cloud, I thought about looking at the vanity mirror in the vanity mirror, and my own feelings were floating in the world: "Just for this makeup, I have to shoot it all at once!"

The things I thought about before were too natural. I was really interested in taking a picture or two. Yun thought crazy!

It's too much trouble to put on makeup and change dresses.

Turning his head to look at Song Mian, Yun thinks of an instant nympho.

Qing Ya is like a jade tree, and the wind is not leaning, and Gao Hua is like Haoyue.

No matter how hard he uses words to describe his temperament, Yun thinks that he has made so many movies and encountered beautiful men in various costumes, but no one can match Song Mian.

He suddenly smiled like ice and snow melted, and everything revived: "I'm very happy, my dress makes my wife intoxicated."

Yun Xiangxiang's face was slightly hot, and he could only urge him: "Hurry up, don't delay time!"

After talking, he ran out carrying his skirt.

This dress photographer directly defines the style of Xianxia. Not only does it take photos, but also uses a camera and green cloth or even a blower. I plan to deal with it later.

Yun thinks that it was not taken as a wedding photo, but treated as a filming with Song Mian, even a play addiction.

I didn't feel tired after taking a photo for the whole morning. After lunch, I discussed with the staff during the rest. Then I came back one afternoon. Finally, I took two night scenes reluctantly. Just give up.

Although tired, he is very excited and can't wait to see the effect of the shooting.

Can't help but lie in the bed with a sweet smile, thinking about making a film, thinking about some shooting pictures.

Satisfied with waking up, Yun thought he was not tired at all, and put on the golden one with full of energy.

This set of photographers recommends framing the interior in a more magnificent interior so that it doesn't appear obtrusive.

Yun Xiang listened to professional opinions, but not all were indoors. Song Mian got a lot of peonies and arranged a sea of ​​flowers.

"Hey, where do the peony flowers come from throughout the season?"

Peony flowers bloom in April and May, and the flowering period is very short, it is now October.

"You touch it." Song Mian smiled and looked at the peony flower.

Yun thinks about reaching out and touching, the touch is strange, a little soft but not a fabric, a little effort, and not as thin and fragile as paper: "What is the texture?"

This fake flower is too realistic, not only the color of the flower is true, but also the color and shape of the leaf veins are very natural.

"It's also a kind of paper." Song Mian said, taking Yun Xiang's thoughts into the sea of ​​flowers. The picture of the two holding hands forward, was no longer in the plan, but the photographer felt natural and beautiful.

I took a few photos silently, especially one. Song Mian took Yun Xiangxiang's hand and walked in front of it. I was worried that Yun Xiangxiang's somewhat complicated skirt would be hung up, turning his head and looking at it with tender concern. she was.

And Yun thought that she just looked up slightly, with a happy smile from the little woman's tender love, and she seemed to have something to say to him.

Such a moment, natural and happy overflowing.

The gorgeous sea of ​​peonies, with a half-century building with a serious decoration on the back, this photo photographer is very satisfied.

Yun Xianxiang and Song Mian spent another whole day in the shooting. Yun Xianxiang didn't know if he was addicted, or he wanted to go all out to satisfy his desire to pat with Song Mian.

On the third day they wore that big red suit. The attraction was a festively decorated, red silk fluttering main hall, and a red candle swaying, tender wedding room.

As for the black ones, I took pictures in the magnificent scenery in the courtyard, and used the setting board, and even temporarily built some, mainly to discharge the atmosphere and majesty of the emperor family.

The plan couldn't keep up with the changes. I didn't expect that once I got here, the four sets would be finished quickly.

"Do you still shoot?" Song Mian asked her softly.

Yun thinks that he still wants to take pictures, but he shook his head: "I used to hear people say that taking an art photo and taking a wedding photo would be addictive. I still don't believe it. Now I find out that it is really addictive. ."

Yun wonders why other people are addicted, but she knows that she is addicted because of the kind of happiness that intoxicated her in the process of taking pictures with Song Mian, and this feeling will only be taken more and more.

In addition, I have shot several kinds of feelings, and almost all of them are in these kinds of tones, so don't toss them.

"The day after tomorrow, you have a day off. If you change your mind and want to shoot, let me know at any time." Song Mian also felt that Yun Yun would like to take a breath, and then say that the decision she made after she calmed down was the most sensible.

Yun thinks about responding obediently. Compared with her home, Song Mian doesn't have much things on this side. There are only two of them. Yun thinks that he must do his best.

Take a day off and recuperate.

Yun thinks about not knowing what ancient ancestors looked like. I heard that it is very cumbersome, but the Song family is not troublesome here.

Clean hands, sincere, incense, sue the ancestors.

Then there will be the elders of the Song Dynasty clan, who took the genealogy and wrote Yun Xiang's name into it.

Things resolved in one morning.

When everyone else was gone, and at lunch, Yun thought and asked, "Just record it in the genealogy?"