344. The Love Story and the Photographer Begin When It Ends
The rash sentence "laughing at your good looks" sounded in an inappropriate context.
It's like a clear major melody jumping to a lingering minor key with an inadvertent chord pause.
Caught off guard.
But just imagine when Chopin's nocturne plays in a noisy late-night bar, who can say that he has no audience?
The most important link is that someone is willing to play.
If someone is willing to play, someone is willing to listen.
Some people are willing to say it, and some people are willing to believe it.
Duan Ran, she believed Qin Jian's words again.
So she was a little flustered at this time.
I have held your hand and been embraced by you, but I have never found the slightest hint of 'that kind of words' in your active words.
The 'kind of words' that a lover looks forward to are naturally love words.
Duan Duan, who has no emotional experience, naturally has little experience in this area. What experience can we expect from a little girl who grew up sleeping with a piano in her arms?
In a blink of an eye, the little girl has grown into a little woman.
But the sentence "laugh at you for looking good" is still a love word in her original understanding.
It was also the first time that she heard someone standing in front of her and saying that she was beautiful.
So that the moment her brain short-circuited, she threw all the secrets on the white paper and the awkward atmosphere to the back of her mind.
Look at it from a different perspective.
This made Qin Jian temporarily relieved. He was afraid that if Duan Ran continued to ask questions, he would probably tell everything.
In this way, his little calculation came to nothing.
But straight men also have a lot of tricks up their sleeves. He wants to double the surprise at the right time.
"Hello."
Qin Jian raised his hand and waved it in front of Duan Ran's eyes.
"Duan Ran?" he called again.
"Ah." There was another soft response. Duan Ran's facial expression froze for a moment, and he subconsciously nodded and brushed away a strand of hair behind his ear, as if he wanted to cover up some of his panicked mental activities.
"What's wrong with you?" Qin Jian had already put on his bag again.
Duan Ran shook his head and chuckled and took Qin Jian's arm, "Let's go. What were you talking about just now? It took so long."
As if nothing had happened just now, the two people followed Paul's footsteps.
"Baroque and Tea."
"Do you still know about tea?"
"don't know."
Qin Jian paused, "But I can drink."
"tasty?"
"not good."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
...
Taking photos is a hassle.
Especially the cover photo.
A CD cover that DG will distribute through global channels.
Throughout the filming process, Qin Jian felt like a doll at the mercy of others.
Leaving the piano, he admitted that he was a little paralyzed.
...
After two painful hours, Lampard finally wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The portrait shooting is finally over.
As the official photographer of DG Company, he is well-known in the industry. He has been in the industry for more than 30 years and has photographed countless top celebrities for thousands of album covers issued by DG Company.
Among them are the violin queen Muller and the conductor emperor Karajan.
But it has never given him such a headache as today.
Lampard is a photographer and a music lover.
He has a working habit. Before preparing to shoot a record cover for a musician, he will listen carefully to the content of the record and seek inspiration from the music, so that the musician he focuses on can have a kind of music on the static record cover.
sense of dynamics.
I have to say that the Mozart in the master tape gave him a particularly close feeling.
He is an authentic Salzburg native, and he heard the feeling of his hometown from the Chinese young man he had never met.
This made him extremely excited.
After seeing the other person in person in the studio, he further strengthened his idea.
From appearance to temperament, the other party met his camera needs.
It's just that he thinks too much.
Fortunately, he finally captured a very satisfying shot.
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...
After saying OK, Qin Jian moved his body, walked towards the photographer, and said in German: "Thank you for your hard work."
Lampard waved his hand and said, "The work is not over yet." As he said this, he asked the staff to change the shooting background to a pure black matte black cloth.
Qin Jian looked at Paul suspiciously.
"Next is a close-up shot of the hand." Paul spread his hands and said to Qin Jian, "He said the tattoo on your left hand is very camera-like."
All right.
Leave professional matters to professionals. Qin Jian continued to make the puppet, making clicking sounds one after another.
He let Lampard take pictures of his left hand with confidence. He had tried it countless times, but there were no numbers on the tattoo under the camera.
..
"Have you been to Salzburg?"
"Not yet, but I have plans to check it out."
"It's a good plan, but I suggest you go for a walk soon."
Lampard gently pressed the shutter button, and there was a 'click', "Salzburg is holding its annual country music festival. Maybe you can catch the open day of Mozart's childhood home."
"oh?"
The two of them chatted while filming, and another hour passed.
Just when Qin Jian thought everything was over, Lampard did not stop.
Under the eyes of all the staff, he walked around holding the camera, looking a little anxious.
He felt something was missing.
He asked a staff member to find a light-colored silk scarf and wrapped it around Qin Jian's left hand. After passing it under the camera, he felt dissatisfied.
Then the staff found another roll of medical gauze, and after auditioning in the same way, he was still not satisfied.
moment.
His eyes suddenly locked on the gauze scarf around Duan Ran's neck.
"Can I borrow your scarf?"
Duan Ran understood what the other party meant, gently took off the gauze scarf, and handed it into Qin Jian's hands personally.
"Thanks."
Qin Jian wrapped the irregular-shaped gauze scarf around the back of his hand. Through the transparent white, the black tattoo was faintly visible.
"stop."
Following Lampard's sudden sound, Qin Jian retracted his right hand and did not dare to move.
The left hand wrapped in a white gauze is frozen in front of the black curtain.
"Click."
With a click of work, all the recording work of Qin Jian's trip to Hamburg was completely completed.
Before leaving, Duan Ran wanted to ask for some photos from Lampard, but he politely refused.
"Sorry ma'am, after this set of records is released, I will send a complete set of photos to your email."
...
The recording work was completely completed, and Qin Jian settled something on his mind.
Next, it’s time to relax.
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...
This was the first time in more than half a month that Qin Jian and Duan Ran walked out of the street in front of the DG headquarters.
On the street in the evening the next day, the two of them held hands and walked toward an unknown street. No matter where they were, they didn't feel tired after walking all day.
This morning he accompanied Duan Ran to several famous tourist attractions. In the afternoon, Duan Ran accompanied him to the southern part of Hamburg, the Kiwanis Memorial Museum that Paul told him about.
After a round trip, he had more mysteries in his mind.
Unexpectedly, Bach and Bach were already the masters of the Freemasonry in Thuringia long before Mozart.
"interesting."
The road to Baroque revival, Perlov's pear harp, Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, Vaughan who likes tea, Sayavi like Brahms, Paul, Astor, Lampard...
It was indeed an interesting journey.
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Return to the hotel.
Qin Jian was finally willing to look at the messages on his phone. Looking at the 999+ messages in the community group, his desire to click on them was extinguished.
After thinking for a moment, he broadcast Chen Tangjie's phone number
The other party was sleeping, "You finally gave us a call." Then there was a squeaking sound of getting out of bed.
"Sorry." Qin Jian tightened the phone in his hand.
"How's it going? How are you doing in Germany?"
"I have no problem with that. What about the club? Is your recent rehearsal progress okay?"
"Don't worry, everyone is working hard, but..." After a pause, Chen Tangjie stopped talking.
"What's wrong? What's the matter?"
"It's nothing," Chen Tangjie sighed, "Everyone misses you so much. When will you come back?"
Qin Jian pondered for a moment and apologized, "I may have to wait for a while."
"Okay, I understand. You can just relax and be busy. You don't have to worry about things here."
"Thank you for your hard work," Qin Jian wanted to ask another person, but when the same words came to his lips, he swallowed them in the same way.
"I'm not working hard," Chen Tangjie said, "If you can come back early, come back early."
He hung up the phone hastily, as if another person appeared in front of his eyes.
Qin Jian shook his head, left the room, and knocked on the door next door.
"What are the arrangements next? Do you still want to spend a few days in Hamburg?" Qin Jian entered the room and sat under the window sill, "Is your school worried?"
Duan Ran packed his luggage and did not answer Qin Jian's question, "What about you?"
moment.
"I plan not to return to China yet, but to go directly to Salzburg."
Listening to the voice coming from behind.
Duan Ran put down the black pajamas in his hands and turned around.