Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Green Tea Personality

  Chapter 315 She is like rain, fog and wind

  Black-and-white photos test a photographer's composition ability, after all, there is no color.

  Without color, the light and shadow will not be strong, and there will be no sense of hierarchy.

  Su Zhengming also tried black and white processing, but mostly failed works.

   "Why, again?" The old lady Qin didn't wear reading glasses. She took a rough glance and saw a photo.

  Su Zheng's name gave a light cough, "It is estimated that someone has scolded him."

  But he swiped his finger down and clicked on the photo.

  In an instant, Apple’s 6.5-inch screen was invaded by black and white.

A glamorous girl with a veil wrapped around her body, fighting with her back to the camera, one beautiful foot gently rises up to let people see the beautiful arched soles, while the other seems to be lightly in the air, with clever toes Tight...

  The monotonous color not only does not deprive the layering of the picture, but also becomes extremely rich and shocking!

   is like the original flower cluster, suddenly gathered into a straight uppercut, and slammed into the face!

  Speed, strength, burst, all in this photo!

  She gently lifted the skirt with her hands, like a double-winged angel who can't see her face on a medieval fresco...It has nothing to do with gender or age, but it is holy, sacred, and glamorous!

   "Hiss..." Old man Su Zhengming took a breath.

  The old lady Qin was speechless, "What's the matter with you? I was taken aback, take me to see."

  The day before yesterday, she also had a temper with Sun You Junhao. She felt that he had slackened his basic skills and chased female celebrities all day.

   But outsiders criticize her grandson, she still refuses.

   "Jun Hao usually has a lot of fun, but his level is not bad."

  She went to get Su Zheng’s cell phone.

  Who would think it didn’t pull.

  Su Zheng's name is pinched to death.

  The old lady Qin went to get it, but Su Zhengming glared at it.

  Su Zhengming's face protects the food, "Don't worry! I haven't finished it yet!"

  The old lady Qin was very angry, "You just let me see it!"

  Su Zhengming shook his head and sighed, "Now and then again! Hey, the back wave shoots the front wave!"

  After he finished speaking, he stared at the photo on the phone screen again, shaking his head after reading it.

  I even zoomed in on the photo with my finger, looking at it carefully, inch by inch, everywhere!

  After half an hour passed, Su Zhengming let out a long sigh of relief, "It's cool!"

  Have fun!

  His entire old man's face was red, as if he was drunk, so refreshing and happy!

  The old lady Qin holds the bone china cup, tastes it slowly, and boils the water slowly.

  Until Su Zhengming reluctantly passed the phone over and showed it to her, she slowly took it.

  A glance, the old lady Qin was taken aback, "It's a frame, a pretty figure."

  Su Zheng's name was amazed, shaking his head and shaking his head, he took a cup of tea and took a sip.

   "She reminds me of a passage."

  The old lady Qin looked at him.

   "When the wind blows, she softly crumples into the moonlight and silver frost; when she raises her head, she is dazzlingly like sunlight breaking through white clouds; listening carefully, she whispers like a whisper when the rain hits a wind chime."

  Su Zheng's face was red.

   "Like rain and fog and wind."

   "She is the whole world!"

  The old lady Qin was holding a teacup, watching Su Zhengming being slapped in the face by herself, "Who just said that I want to educate my Jun Hao?"

   "Hey, I was wrong, she is really...a broken-winged angel, falling into the mortal world...If she is willing to look back, I am willing to pay five million and invite her to come to my house to shoot."

   "Old Hooligan!"

   "What do you know, this is art! Hey!"

  The old lady Qin shook her head, not wanting to pay attention to the old man, but when she was about to change the phone back, her hand was stunned.

  She saw the slender hands of the dancing girl in the black and white picture...

   "Lao Su, is this girl surnamed Xia?!"

  (End of this chapter)