Thinking about how to convince Guan Pengpeng.

Su Qingyue was worried.

All that came to mind were his blogs, those photos from awkward angles that were inadvertently exposed.

Everyone's understanding of art is different.

Obviously Guan Pengpeng is focusing on the blind spots.

I saw him standing at the front desk, carrying a camera bag.

Wearing a pure white T-shirt and a pair of washed-out jeans.

White sneakers.

He has a crew cut, glasses, and a lens bag hanging on his waist.

A bit like the boy in "The Murder of the Boys on Kuling Street".

She is youthful and energetic, but her only drawback is that her neck lines are a bit heavy.

"Where is that girl? Is she here?" he asked.

Seeing Su Qingyue coming over, he took the initiative to say hello.

"No, there's a bit of a traffic jam on the road." Su Qingyue explained.

"She is very lucky. Someone just gave me a 1Ds, Canon's latest model with 11 million pixels and full frame. It is not comparable to the 300D. Especially its ability to capture photos is unrivaled," he said.

, pat your own camera bag.

The bag is made of green canvas with the National Geographic magazine logo on it.

It looks like a new one, spotless.

I don't understand the specific technical details.

However, the number of 10 million pixels really made Su Qingyue stunned.

You should know that he and A Mou just bought a digital camera, which is already very good and cost 4,000 yuan.

Only 3 million pixels.

I don't know who gave it to him.

"Not working hard" is not something you think of, it requires the capital of "not working hard".

Su Qingyue smiled and said, "What time did you go to bed?"

"I just went to bed this morning. After we finished chatting, I have been busy posting new photos."

"It's hard enough."

"Who is the girl you are talking about? Do you have a photo?" he asked.

"When someone comes over, you'll know when you meet them."

As they talked, the two entered the office area.

After sitting down with him in the small conference room, Zhou Ziyou came over and brought two glasses of warm water.

Su Qing thought more and more about how to start the topic.

Let him not shoot from his own angle.

At this time, Guan Pengpeng took the initiative and took out his portfolio from his photography bag and showed it to Su Qingyue.

"Brother, look, this is a private photo album I took," Guan Pengpeng said, opening the first page. "It takes a lot of effort to print it out. They are all made of good coated paper. If you like it, you can take it away. It will definitely be a souvenir."

value," he said.

The first page is a combined picture.

It was all pretty choppy, at least a few hundred girls included in the show.

The pictures were put together very artistically, which Su Qingyue admitted.

But he swore that all of these were not ways to achieve success.

This is just the big data route taken by various manufacturers under desperate circumstances.

Guan Pengpeng then turned back.

Same as his blog.

Look at the time, it's almost three o'clock.

It didn't take long to convince him, so I just went straight to the point.

"Brother, if you want to take pictures of our Showgirl, you can't do this." Su Qingyue kept the story short and closed the photo album, which put some pressure on him.

"..."

He was startled at first, and Guan Pengpeng frowned.

Obviously, he didn't like others to deny him, so he continued: "My master is a famous stubborn man in Nancheng, and everyone in the circle knows my abilities. There are many beauties who want to be photographed by me. When it comes to photographing women, I know women better than women.

beautiful."

"But these are really inappropriate this time."

"I think if you ask me to take pictures, you should respect me."

I didn’t expect Guan Pengpeng to be very stubborn.

Su Qingyue felt faintly unhappy and felt that if this was the case, it would be better to find a professional photographer.

My original idea was to be in the public eye.

Just feel free to take some photos.

In this case, there is no way to talk about it anymore.

Because Su Qingyue still hopes that he will clean up his blog.

Or start a new blog.

The two of them froze for a moment.

In the end, in order to ease the atmosphere, Guan Pengpeng spoke first, "Brother, let me give you a suggestion. If a showgirl doesn't want to be photographed, just let her go. There is no need to spend money, and you have to let them do what they want.

"

It's a bit like an insider's approach.

Su Qingyue originally wanted to refute.

I thought I'd wait until he met before talking about it. If he still had this idea then, I would have no choice but to cancel it.

Thinking like this, Guan Pengpeng added: "If that doesn't work, brother, I can introduce it to you."

"No need for now, wait until she comes, take a look and then talk." Su Qingyue responded politely.

Guan Pengpeng knew in his heart that the other party rejected his idea.

At the same time, I must have great trust in that girl.

"Okay..." He could only sigh unhappily.

In order not to be embarrassed while waiting.

Su Qingyue chatted with him about his photography career.

Guan Pengpeng became interested.

He said that he studied under the old guns of Nancheng and was among the first batch of photographers after the opening of Beijing.

The teacher is almost sixty this year.

But there are countless women.

"Brother, men's perspective on beauty is different from that of women. Sometimes, if you listen to them too much, the result is that they themselves are not satisfied in the end. My teacher is particularly right about this..."

He paused here.

Su Qingyue nodded and waited for him to say.

"Aesthetics itself should be the person who examines, not the person who is examined."

Listen to what he said.

Su Qingyue wanted to say that old gangsters are always self-righteous.

But he didn't say this in the end.

To put it another way: "There is a kind of beauty that transcends experience and transcends everything."

"The kind of person you are talking about does not exist."

"Then wait?" Su Qingyue said confidently.

"Okay, I must meet this person today." Guan Pengpeng said unconvinced: "I don't believe that some people can go beyond the scope of aesthetic experience. After all, I also studied philosophy in college. I haven't read all kinds of books.

There are even more Showgrils with me."

No more fighting.

No one spoke anymore. After a while, Zhou Ziyou came in and told Su Qingyue, "Qingqing is here."

Su Qingyue nodded.

Guan Pengpeng stood up immediately.

The two of them walked out, Yan Xipan and Qingqing, standing at the front desk.

The sun shines right in from the ceiling window.

It was melodious and warm, hitting Qingqing's cheek.

She bit her lip.

He looked down at the ground, and then looked up at the blue sky.

She wore a white T-shirt today.

There is a brown bear on the chest, shorts and fashionable slippers.

There were other visitors nearby.

I was talking to the front desk about something when I accidentally saw her.

For a moment, his eyes never left.

Until someone took me into the office area, I kept looking back.

At this time, Su Qingyue and Guan Pengpeng walked out of the office area.

Didn't take two steps.

Guan Pengpeng stopped and looked straight ahead.

"What's wrong?" Su Qingyue asked.

"Is this the Showgirl you're talking about?" He pointed out Su Qingyue with his eyes.

"Yes!" Su Qingyue nodded.

"First love cannot be blasphemed..." Guan Pengpeng said, feeling totally lost.

"What?"
Chapter completed!