The weather is good and the sun is just right.

Jean put his hands on his hips, looked up at the sunlight, and nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.

For a director like her who is good at presenting ethereal and hazy light and shadow effects in the lens, this kind of sunlight is perfect. She only needs a little fill-in light to achieve the effect she wants most.

When she was using the viewfinder to select the best shooting angle, there was a sound of gasping behind her.

Jean immediately turned around, as if his eyes were pierced by sunlight, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

"Wow."

She sighed in a low voice at first, then strode towards Mingdai and opened her arms to her from a distance.

Jean came over and hugged Mingdai first. Because he was afraid of messing up Mingdai's style, he hugged her very carefully.

Mingdai hugged back equally enthusiastically.

Suddenly, she felt a little burning on her back, as if she was being stared at closely by someone.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked up, and saw a group of buildings and reflective glass windows. It was completely unclear whether there was anyone standing behind those floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Mingdai thought she had misunderstood, so she looked away and returned her attention to Jean.

Jean was praising Mingdai lavishly, pouring out his beautiful words as if they were free of charge:

"Mingdai! You are so beautiful! When I looked back just now, I almost thought I was seeing an angel sent by God to the world! Oh my god, how could there be such a perfect girl like you in the world! You are the inspiration of artists.

Muse!”

Even though Ming Dai was used to hearing other people's compliments on her appearance, she couldn't help but blush slightly at this moment.

Moreover, this familiar and exaggerated style of speaking reminded Mingdai of another photographer she had worked with.

Ming Dai pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you Jean, but did photographers and directors in the fashion industry go to a class to learn how to praise people? The praise was so good that I was embarrassed."

"Oh?" Jean immediately became vigilant and would never allow his position to be shaken. "Who else knows how to praise you like this? You have good taste."

Mingdai didn't have too many thoughts: "Gao Sen, I have worked with him on magazine shoots before..."

Before the introduction was finished, Jean's expression quickly changed from vigilance to surprise, contempt and disdain.

"He."

In the protracted tone, every word is filled with the story of the conflict between Jean and Gao Sen.

Mingdai then remembered that Jean and Gao Sen were similar in age. Gao Sen seemed to have gone abroad to study before, and the two were in the same circle... With all the coincidences, maybe the two knew each other?

But Mingdai also noticed that Jean didn't like Gao Sen very much, so she tentatively asked in a low voice: "Do you know each other?"

Jean snorted: "Let's call it acquaintance. It's probably a relationship that I don't want to have to deal with again in this life."

Ming Dai: "..."

I didn't know how to answer the call.

It seems that Jean and Gao Sen have many unknown grudges and grudges... Oh no, it should be said that there is only grudge and no kindness.

Ming Dai decisively revealed the topic: "When will we start filming?"

Jean slapped his forehead: "Yes, yes, it's important to shoot, and it's all Gao Sen's fault. He's going to jump out and disturb us in this situation! It's really a disaster!"

Regarding Jean's muttering and complaining, Mingdai wisely did not interrupt. After all, she did not understand the story of these two people, so it was best not to comment.

And Jean doesn't want Mingdai to agree with her and forget the words as soon as they pass her lips. What Jean is more concerned about at this moment is the bright sunlight. The best light is fleeting. If you miss this point, you may need a fill light.

Go into battle, and the power of technology can never defeat nature, and the effect of fill light cannot be compared with natural light.

After hearing Jean's explanation of the importance, Mingdai cheered up and secretly made up her mind to pass the test in one go to shorten the NG time.

"How about Mingdai?"

"I'm ready!"

The two exchanged glances.

Ming Dai and Jean's first collaboration as actors and directors has officially begun.

With the help of her assistants, Mingdai stepped onto the lawn carefully, always being careful not to let her skirt get dirty before the photo shoot. Fortunately, she arrived at her destination safely.

The road she was about to embark on next was already flooded with flowers by florists. All the flowers on both sides were mainly purple and pink, with colors ranging from dark to light, as if God's paint tray was accidentally touched.

Overturned, romantic, wanton and dreamy and beautiful.

The main road was also paved with petals. The fresh roses flown in from abroad had dewdrops still hanging on their petals, but they were torn off without mercy and covered the road.

Jean is indeed an advertising director for top luxury brands who is famous for spending money. Even with these roses, she is not willing to choose those that are not that good in appearance, are relatively cheap, and don’t feel so painful to pull. She just wants the best.

These details have become her pursuit of excellence in the advertising film. Even if the flower petals are arranged like this, her pursuit of content is even more exaggerated.

For example, the skirt on Ming Dai was a haute couture dress worth hundreds of thousands. Because Jean felt that the hem of the skirt was too tightly covered to capture the feeling of a free elf, he had people use scissors to modify it directly on Ming Dai and remove it.

Only the top layer of white gauze was left on the inner part of the lining. Mingdai's slender, white legs were looming behind the white gauze without being too exposed. Her hazy beauty hit the heart directly.

In Jean's opinion, what does it mean to waste a mere haute couture dress in order to shoot a commercial?

But now neither Jean nor Mingdai know that this small move did make the brand unhappy and angry at first, but as the commercial aired, Mingdai’s wearing effect shocked the world’s attention, and the brand directly slipped

I knelt down and changed my words, saying that the effect after the change was better than before. From then on, the skirt was fixed in the translucent look that Ming Dai wore, and it remained the same no matter how many customers came to customize it...

And this is just one of the various effects brought about by this current jewelry commercial.

Neither Mingdai nor Jean knew what their results today would be in the future, and they were racking their brains to find better shooting angles.

After finally making a selection, with the sound of action, the assistant behind Ming Dai, the parasol, and all other things that should not appear in the camera were evacuated in one second.

Ming Dai stood alone in the sea of ​​flowers, with the spring breeze blowing gently. Between the light and soft white gauze skirt, her slender calves and her jade-like bare feet were looming as she walked.

The fresh petals just picked from the branches were scattered all over the ground, and were gently stepped on by the pair of bare feet. The delicate petals crushed out a light-colored juice, which in turn dyed the soles of her feet red.

But the soles of Mingdai's feet are already pink. At first glance, it's hard to tell whether the pink is the color of Mingdai's skin or the color dyed by the petal juice.

Probably because this feeling is so wonderful, the camera advances from here, starting with the bare feet in the center of the picture.
Chapter completed!