Shadow Bride

Su Xingyu remembered Lu Shifeng's ban, and she was not allowed to borrow money to borrow equipment. Where did she get the camera?

She shook her phone: "Use this."

"Wow, use this? Xingyu, you are so amazing!" Xia Ling's beautiful eyes lit up, "A master is worthy of being a master. Others can't wait to come up with the best equipment. If you are good, you dare to go with a mobile phone. game!"

Su Xingyu smiled bitterly, she didn't want it either.

Saying goodbye to the lively and bright girl, she went all the way to the downtown streets. To be honest, she did too much sweeping the street. When she was in Su’s house, Su’s father and stepmother didn’t allow her to take photos. She only sneaked out to take pictures, and she didn’t have the money to invite models and take pictures. Even the decent scenic spots can’t afford to go to the sheds, and the most they do is street captures.

She walked around the street skillfully.

The recent photography contest of the Edge Group has been very dynamic. From time to time, people can be seen taking pictures with long guns and short cannons in the streets and lanes. Those people enthusiastically choose the cute children on the street, couples holding hands, or cute cats and dogs, but these are too ordinary in Su Xingyu's view. An hour passed, and she didn't even take out her phone and press it.

"Hi, my beautiful Xingyu." Suddenly, she heard a smiling voice.

Su Xingyu turned his head and saw a tall man standing handsomely in the sun. The deep facial features of the mixed race looked charming and shining, and his extremely charming and peachy eyes were screaming with electricity.

Ouyang Yi looked at her fully: "Don't recognize me? Xingyu, I will be very sad if I haven't seen you for a few days."

She rubbed her forehead, tried to ignore the pedestrians who frequently turned around to peek at the handsome guy, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"The weather is so good today, I just came out to stroll around, I didn't expect to meet you." Ouyang Yi smiled brightly, "No one told you that I came to China to develop? Oh, you actually don't pay attention to me so much. I’m so sad."

Su Xingyu remembered that Lin Weilong had mentioned this before.

Ouyang Yi looked at her with a smile: "What are you doing?"

"Sweeping the street." She shook her mobile phone, "I am very busy, I want to participate in the edge group competition."

"Participate in the competition?" Ouyang Yi was surprised. "I also heard about the edge competition. There are several photographers in the cloud who want to participate, and they have specially upgraded the street shooting equipment. Why, you just use one... Cell phone?"

Su Xingyu's face was unlovable, why did everyone ask her this question?

She didn't want to talk more, so she bypassed him in a few steps and continued her street sweeping journey.

But Ouyang Yi naturally followed: "Okay, okay, taking pictures with your mobile phone seems to be fun too, I'm with you. By the way, why did you suddenly quit your job in the cloud? Can't see you or me? I can't even lift the energy to do things."

"I'm not a stimulant."

While talking, Su Xingyu scanned the surroundings, looking for suitable shots.

Ouyang Yiqi relentlessly followed her steps and put on her most charming smile: "You know I like you, Xingyu. It's better to meet by chance. How about going to have a cup of coffee later? Would you like to take a photo? It’s okay, you can shoot me, this handsome guy is a supermodel worth over 100 million yuan, and the people who usually make appointments for me are already on the other side of the Pacific. How about it, this time to help you for free."

Su Xingyu dialed him to the side with one hand: "Let's let in, don't block my sight."

Ouyang Yi: "..."

He did not give up, and continued to wrap Su Xingyu with a smile on his face: "Really don't? It's not that I boast, this handsome guy is super expressive in front of the camera, as long as this handsome guy's photo comes out, what kind of folk photographer, what kind of professional photographer, Everything is turned into a scum! Dear Xingyu, you just need to close your eyes and press the shutter. You are sure to become famous in one fell swoop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Su Xingyu's eyes lit up and looked in his direction.

She raised the phone and adjusted the focus of the camera lightly with his slender fingers. He quickly put out a pose that he thought was the most handsome and charming. He stretched out his hair and smiled with a lethal force of one hundred thousand volts.

"Crack, click, click, click."

The shutter flashes around.

Not only Su Xingyu, but several photographers who were sweeping the street all aimed at him, and even one who knew the goods exclaimed: "Ouyang Yi! It's that international supermodel Ouyang Yi!"

Ouyang Yi threw a glance over, smiled and said, "Beauty, you have admitted the wrong person."

The young female photographer who exclaimed blushed. Thinking about it, she felt that such a supermodel would not be bored to come and play street photography. She probably admitted wrong. She wailed and said sorry, and walked away weirdly.

Ouyang Yi whistled in a good mood, and leaned in front of Su Xingyu: "Look, this handsome guy is so charming. Little beauty Xingyu, let me see the photos you took. Have you recorded this handsome guy's most charming time?"

Su Xingyu lowered his head expressionlessly, opened the phone album, and checked the photo just taken.

Ouyang Yi took a look, and the face that was still shining with a confident smile was immediately brilliant: "Well, you, you are not photographing me at all!"

Su Xingyu glanced at him like an idiot: "When did I say I want to shoot you?"

The picture shows a beggar in ragged clothes, his body and face are so dirty that he can no longer see the original color. He was sitting against a corner of the smooth, mirror-like high wall in the business district, surrounded by the brightly dressed people coming and going, no one would even look at him. The beggar raised one hand, and a butterfly stayed on his black-gray swollen fingers. He raised his head as if he was about to wave the butterfly away, as if he was about to kiss, and as if he was afraid of accidentally disturbing it... There was a subtle emotion in his turbid eyes, which seemed to be cautious, but also pleasantly surprised, sympathetic to the same disease, or longing.

Ouyang Yi was silent.

He was shocked by this photo, and the extraordinary skill displayed by the photographer at this moment was amazing.

So beautiful.

This kind of beauty is not flashy in the usual sense, nor is it the so-called kindness, sympathy, and chicken soup that is as low as a flower blooming in the dust. Ouyang Yi, who has been a supermodel for many years, fully understands what it is. Beauty-the smile of the Mona Lisa, Hamlet by Shakespeare, a truly classic work always allows different people to interpret different meanings, and the expression of the beggar for a moment is like this.

Ouyang Yi was speechless, even, he looked at Su Xingyu several times in disbelief——

Is this girl able to capture this photo because she has a solid foundation or is it accidental? You know, even professional models can hardly convey this mystery-like multi-faceted emotions when they communicate well with photographers, but she just casually lifts her mobile phone and catches a low-level person at the moment. Arrived. You know, because the low-level characters are consumed by the hardships of life, the expressions on their faces are usually very dull, far less expressive than the models!