"The village next to the west of their village is called Chenjiazhuang, and there are two unusually tall pear trees at the west end of the village, and I went to take pictures. ”

"What do you do?" Hao Ying asked.

"Photographer. This is my photography studio. The photographer gestured to the house behind him.

The photographer invited him to come in and visit.

He saw that calligraphy was photocopied on the inner walls of the house, creating an artistic atmosphere.

"Why are you so laid-back today?" the photographer asked him.

"I have nothing to do. Hao Ying said. Then he told the other party about his dropout from a prestigious university, but he didn't mention the so-called AIDS, and made up nonsense that it was lovesickness caused by lovelornness.

"Then you can learn photography with me. If you get a good photo, I'll help you sell it for money. ”

He stayed in the photographer's studio.

He knew that the photographer's surname was Zhou, and Photographer Zhou.

He walked around the lake every day, looking for artistic scenery and shooting a lot.

"It's a good shot, it's just a little bit away from me. And he instructed him carefully.

He just kept shooting.

But art photography really wasn't his favorite.

When he calmed down at night, he still couldn't forget his college major, building robots.

He doesn't have the capital, but he has ideas. He has come up with 1,000 solutions, from robots to robotic animals. He wrote all the ideas in the QQ log, and when he had the money to implement them in the future.

I haven't waited for a lot of money. Lao Zhou sold his photographs online for only 600 yuan.

Brother Zhou scolded those picture websites for being black-hearted.

He persuaded: "These are not original, it would be good to sell them like this." ”

"What's not original?"

"It's plagiarism. Copying nature. ”

Lao Zhou nodded and shook his head again.

"I'll have a big meal tomorrow, and I'll take you there then. Lao Zhou told him.

He thought there was a wife.

The next day, a group of literati came.

It turned out that the results of another literary work selection competition held by the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers Association and the Newspaper have been announced. The award-winning authors and relevant leaders held an award ceremony.

The ceremony is very minimalist. First, a new sign was hung in Lao Zhou's photography studio, called Lakeside Literary Creation Base. As soon as he hung it up, the gale went over and took it off and swept it to the ground. The old gentleman, the chairman of the Writers' Association, said, "It's protesting!" and everyone laughed.

The old gentleman is a poet, graduated from the Department of Literature of Peking University, and has written many group poems about the North China Plain that have won awards. This is what Lao Zhou later told Hao Ying.

After the sign is re-hung up, the award will be awarded. Certificates of the award will be issued and photos will be taken. Then take a group photo.

Then go and see the Great Lake. To the west of Lao Zhou's studio house is the lake.

There are a lot of waterfowl, and they are all flying and playing, but it looks like they are performing after rehearsing for weeks, so that the literati can see the show. It's like scrambling to try Lao Zhou's shot.

He didn't care about anything, Lao Zhou had ordered, and he played and ate with him.

When it comes to eating, the meal will be cooked.

At dinner, there is a table for male writers and a table for female writers.

There were fewer ladies, and the old poet and the president of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles were pulled to the ladies' table. The director of the newspaper's supplement department was a lady, and of course she was at that table. The male writers were accompanied by him and Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou spoke again: Whoever wants to learn photography, find me!

Leaders and ladies came over to toast. They also went back to pay their respects.

The winner of the long-form award is on their side. When the old poet congratulated him just now, he knew who it was. Now people are encouraging him to publish a single book, saying that the Federation of Literary and Art Circles has a connection with the publishing house. But the man seemed to be very stupid and didn't want to publish a book.

He saw the title of the book from a printed catalogue of award-winning works, "Virtual in Life", and searched for it on his mobile phone.

He knew why that guy didn't actively publish books. The content of this is mainly to expose the actual situation of grassroots family planning work, although it looks very literary, but it looks very much like a work diary, which is too funny.

Then he looked at the name of the award-winning novella, but he couldn't read it on the Internet. He took a photo and wrote down the contact information of the tall and slender girl, and added her WeChat.

I added it right away. He saw her operating her phone at that table.

He asked. She said, "You go to my circle of friends." ”