Luo Rushen leaned against the table and slowly closed his eyes.
The joint magazine was opened, Luo Ruchen opened his eyes and stared at that photo.
To be precise, staring at the woman in the photo.
Eye -nostalgia, but with a little unwillingness.
This kind of unwillingness to destiny surprised Huang Fu's feelings.
Luo Rushen did not be with the person he loved deeply. Xu was because the family did not agree, or for other reasons.
But from the perspective of Luo Ruchen he knew, he may not succumb to the outside world to abandon this love.
So what is the reason that makes them not together.
Luo Rushen's body with some kind of depression.
Huang Fuqing tried to ease this suffocating atmosphere, and laughed, "I said you know so much about photography, how could it be published without photos? It turned out to use the pen name."
"She is my girlfriend and my wife." Luo Rushen took the emperor's love, and said, he said, his voice was a little low, with a strong sadness, which made the emperor feel a little distressed.
After the emperor loves it, he is slightly stunned.
I never heard Luo Rushen talked about the past, and always thought he would not say.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was unintentional and found a picture of his ex -girlfriend.
Whether it is intentional or unintentional, Huangfu's love no longer wants to know.
Because, the curiosity of the past, and the sour jealousy of the psychology dispeld up everything.
Want to know, how can that woman be resistant, so that Luo Rushen can remember so long.
The cold sound slowly sounded in the air.
"She is called Wen Xin."
Huangfu nodded.
Wild heart, this name is so nice, warm people's hearts.
"When I met Wen Xin, I was still studying, and I haven't taken over the housekeeping. At that time, I loved photography and almost traveled to every corner of the world.
photo."
"But I failed again and again, because no matter how hard I worked, the photos I took were just a color -dyed picture, no feelings."
The emperor's love is deeply recognized, and the humanistic photos are about love. It is like acting. The actors must invest in the role, and the rendered characters will have incitement and infection with others. The same is true of photography.
And this is the case to take humanistic photos.
And those scenes of nature are much simpler than this.
The highest state of photographers is to give the characters inside to give the soul, the real soul.
"Until, I met Wenxin."
Huang Fu sat upright, looked at Luo Ruchen, didn't make a sound, listened quietly.
"During that time, I was depressed in order to take a good photo. I went to a remote small mountain village to scatter my heart and broaden my horizons by the way."
"You may ask me why you choose to marry a remote small mountain village instead of the world's famous monuments, is it?" Is it? "
Huangfu shook his head. "No, for the photographer, there is no difference in the area under the camera, only the emotional revealing."
"Yes, so I did not choose those hustle and bustle of famous monuments, but went to small mountain villages with few smoke."
"At that time, I was upset and walked at will. Suddenly I heard a sound of reading with a child's voice. The pure voice seemed to purify the irritable soul, so I walked along the voice."