He is silent because he sees the world with his heart, he doesn't care about many people because he doesn't dare to care too much, and his cold appearance is not only a disguise but also because it can make him feel at ease. Qianmo has all three, which creates his nostalgic nature.
That photo was a photo taken by Qian Mo when he was at the Middle East base. At that time, he was still a rookie photographer crawling in the quagmire. The decadent man who handed Qian Mo his business card was the same as now.
The hanging camera took a picture of himself. Qian Mo was a little resistant at the time. When he was young, everyone liked to leave behind his handsome side, but at that time Qian Mo looked very sloppy in the quagmire.
That year, Fang Ying didn't have the stubble on his face now, but looked like a clean uncle. Qian Mo didn't recognize it when he saw it just now. The photo that Fang Ying took was developed and given to him.
The photo was taken to Qian Mo. This was his habit, and Qian Mo didn’t know what photography was good or bad, but the angle at that time really made people feel like they were close, and measured the distance between the expression on his face and the surroundings.
He grasped it very well. The shadow in that photo was given a name: He is still just a rookie.
"Fang Ying, you took a set of photos at a mercenary base in the Middle East three years ago. Do you still have those negatives?" Qian Mo and Fang Ying held hands, but the latter was obviously a little embarrassed.
What he meant was that he couldn't remember when he had seen Qian Mo in front of him.
"I did shoot in the Middle East a few years ago and photographed the living conditions of the people there...but the mercenary base?" Fang Ying said with a look of retrospect. He has basically been wandering these years, and has seen too many people across the country.
, I remember relatively little: “When I was in the Middle East, I seemed to have been invited somewhere to take pictures of soldiers in training, but I went in blindfolded. I don’t know which mercenary base you are talking about?
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"The person accompanying you at the time was a sturdy middle-aged man about 1.75 meters tall. He had a mustache on his face and a tattoo of the word 'righteousness' on his left arm." Qian Mo described what he saw during those years in the Middle East.
The person who came to the most, Mr. Liu!
"He speaks rather rough, and likes to put 'horse's asshole' in his mouth, and he never stops smoking." Qian Mo still didn't think of it when he saw Fang Ying, and continued to describe: "That time, a man came out of the quagmire
I stood up and told you not to take pictures, and then I was kicked into the quagmire by Mr. Liu, Fang Ying, do you remember?"
The man who stood up was one of the 'instructors' who trained Qianmo. In the base, everyone was everyone's instructor. However, in a later mission, the man interrupted in order to give him more 'students'
...Qian Mo never saw him again
The description was very detailed. Gong Yanmeng listened carefully and quietly. She liked to understand every detail of Qian Mo. Only with more understanding could she perfect the dream in her heart. However, she did not learn these fragments from her father's information.
I understand that no one can cover everything, and what Qian Mo thinks is important may not be so important in the eyes of others.
Fang Ying shook his head. He had traveled to too many places, and he had encountered many similar situations as Qian Mo said. Mercenaries in the Middle East rarely liked others to film them. He had even been beaten.
And he has no image of the person Qian Mo described. Fang Ying focuses on the world in the lens, not strangers.
"I'm really sorry. I really can't remember it. I've been to too many countries and places alone over the years." Fang Ying showed an apologetic look on his face. When he met someone who liked his works, he asked about his works from that year.
, but I don’t remember it. It’s really a very sorry thing for the photographer.
Fang Ying paused for a moment and continued: "Actually, even if I still remember, I can only say sorry. I have lost the old film, that is... I can't restore the old photos."
Photography is a very expensive thing. If you don’t have anyone to support you and you just use your own savings to work hard without any other income other than photography, this business will be very hard!
The slovenliness of the house photos today is due to the pressure of life, let alone preserving photos from many years ago.
"there is none left…"
Qian Mo groaned softly. Although he had regrets, he could let it go. He just saw Fang Ying, an 'acquaintance' from back then, and suddenly wanted to look for memories from the past. At the same time, Qian Mo remembered that Mr. Liu was in that photo.
I went there for several years, but when I came back I didn’t bring back anything from the Middle East...
"It doesn't matter, if you throw it away, just throw it away. Whatever happened in the past is over."
Fang Ying was a little apologetic, but he never forgot the scene he just saw. He dared to say that if the scene was photographed, it would be his most successful work.
"Then...can I take a picture for you? Don't worry, I will never use it for any profit purpose!" Fang Yingshou swore to the sky. He knew that some people like to take pictures to show off, but some people are not interested in taking pictures.
Somewhat repulsive, the young man who shook hands with me just now was obviously the latter
Photos... it’s unbelievable. Different angles, different lights and shadows can show two sides of a person. Qian Mo didn’t know if he would be photogenic, but he would feel uncomfortable under the camera. When he was in school, his father and mother didn’t get along with him.
One photo shoot! In the Middle East, war was raging and I didn’t know how to face the camera. I only took two photos with Lin Bingqi after returning to China. Qian Mo rejected this!
After rejecting the word "Sorry", Qian Mo put his hand back into his belt: "You can find someone else..."
"No, no, no." Hearing Qian Mo's refusal, Gong Ran'er, who was held in Gong Yanmeng's arms, immediately broke free and ran to Qian Mo. She still looked as pitiful as before.
Wearing Qian Mo's pants, she said coquettishly: "Ran'er wants to take a picture, Ran'er wants to take a picture, big brother, why don't we take a picture together?"
Qian Mo looked down at this little guy, looking at him with big eyes, and he was very aware that he was crying against her will. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch her little head, but when his hand was in the air, he remembered this little guy.
Girls are not allowed to touch her hair. When she wanted to take it back, Gong Ran'er had already grabbed Qian Mo's hand, and it looked like she wanted Qian Mo to hug her.
He couldn't help but glance at Gong Yanmeng, whose smile was still beautiful. Qian Mo couldn't tell whether she agreed or disagreed, so he had to hug Gong Ran'er and said, "Okay, whatever you say will be done."
"Yeah, eldest brother is the best." Instantly changing her previous view of her eldest brother as a bad person, Gong Ran'er's chubby little hands danced wildly: "I want to take pictures while riding a horse, Ran'er wants to ride a horse."
Riding a horse, there was another loud noise on the street. Where did the horse come from? Then he looked at Gong Yanmeng questioningly, and saw the latter covering his mouth and smiling.
"Ran'er wants to sit on your shoulders. I don't know where she learned how to do it," Gong Yanmeng said with a smile.
"I saw other people sitting on their fathers. Ran'er wants to give it a try." The little guy pouted, and his big eyes darkened obviously when he mentioned other people's fathers.
Qian Mo saw the sadness on Gong Ran'er's delicate face at such a close distance, and his heart softened. He hugged her with both hands and let her sit on his neck.
"You just sit here." After pinching Gong Ran'er's nose, Qian Mo said to Fang Ying, "Can I just take a photo?"
Fang Ying's request just now was obviously to keep the same action, but because Gong Ran'er moved, the quiet and beautiful scene was suddenly broken, causing Fang Ying to look left and right, as if trying to find another good angle.
"You, come closer to the boy, yes, yes, that's it." He raised his SLR and used the camera to observe the world. Fang Ying raised the camera and clearly entered his world, waving his hand to Gong Yanmeng.
Cooperation: "Very good, very good, but the expression on the boy's face is too stiff. I want to be more natural like before. Haha, the little girl is very good, very cute."
Gong Yanmeng slowly moved closer to Qian Mo under the gesture of Fang Ying. Finally, her long hair was able to touch Qian Mo with the sea breeze. Qian Mo also liked Lin Bingqi's elegant lily scent.
I didn’t get the picture I wanted in the room photo, but the angle and light and shadow were good. This picture also made people feel warm. Maybe it wasn’t as good as the photos I captured in the past, but I still gained something today. As a photographer, it was easy.
satisfy
A ‘click’ sound sounds and the photo is generated
"Okay, give me an email address, and I will send you the negatives in the evening." Fang Ying fiddled with his beloved SLR. The photos generated on it are pretty good, and the washed out results should not be bad.
Gong Yanmeng's cheeks turned slightly red after hearing this. What she was thinking about was that this was the first time she took a photo with Qian Mo, the first time she and Qian Mo were so... intimate. Suddenly, Gong Yanmeng's cheeks turned red again, because she
She thought of a picture that appeared in her dream. At this moment, she wanted to realize
Amidst Qian Mo's astonished expression, Gong Yanmeng leaned into Qian Mo's arms. A very simple movement, but a completely different picture and feeling!
Fang Ying, who was playing with the camera, caught a glimpse of the woman's movements from the corner of his eye, and his eyes suddenly lit up. In the lens, a woman was nestled in the arms of a man with a resolute face, with her back to the sea. Although she was wearing modern clothes, it made people feel...
Feel the chivalrous tenderness of ancient times, and because the little girl is sitting on top of the man, the whole scene is even more warm and family-friendly? Or maybe it is a moment of youth!
‘Click!’ In just a moment, Fang Ying captured this moment!
Gong Yanmeng snuggled into the arms of the surprised boy, her cheeks turning even crimson under the rising sun. But this feeling was really warm, completely different from what she imagined. She always thought she could do this calmly, but
When she really came out of the dream, the feeling was so strong that it made her heart ripple.
However, the reason why Gong Yanmeng acted like this was because on the night of May 20th, there was a beautiful lily-like woman leaning on Qianmo's arms...
Qian Mo looked at Gong Yanmeng in his arms with a complicated expression. Her face would make people put aside all the worldly things, just to hug her at that moment. However, this was the second woman in his arms, Qian Mo