Narrow laneways, like cobwebs of wires wrapped around poles, and blue brick walls reflect dappled sunlight.

The old courtyard houses are mixed with small shops with iron gates, in the depths of the old alleys.

There are viewers in the live broadcast room who vomit.

[Spicy Sao Nian: The degree of dilapidation here is comparable to the slum where the anchor used to live.] ]

[I heard that the anchor is beautiful: what the anchor is here to do, he hasn't even told us yet!]

"You'll find out right away. ”

Avoiding the old man who pedaled the tricycle, she turned into a deep intersection, there was a small building, and she followed the stairs to the second floor.

This is a photo studio with sloppy decoration.

There was no one in the store, Shen Weiwei walked inside, bypassing the red brick wall, and someone was talking inside.

“....... Keep your chin lower, don't cross your waist with your hands, just move casually and naturally, don't be stiff. "There was a handsome young man, he was squatting on the ground and holding up the camera, and he pressed the shutter a dozen times in a row.

After taking the photo, he flipped through the photo he had just taken and nodded: "Miss Lin, it's okay, you leave a contact information, and I'll send it to you when the photo is developed." ”

"Do you still want to send it? Isn't it all possible to wash it after taking pictures now?" Miss Lin frowned, a little dissatisfied.

The young man smiled apologetically: "I'm really sorry, it's a little troublesome to shoot on film, and it will be a little more troublesome to develop." ”

When he was the only one left in the studio, the young man found Shen Weiwei, who had been standing against the wall for a long time.

She was wearing a white shirt and jeans, tall and slender but not flat, but concave and convex, only to see the light and shadow on her snow-like cheeks, adding to the confusion and mystery.

He was stunned for a moment, and then said in a half-loud voice:

"Miss, are you here to take pictures?"

Shen Weiwei shook her head: "I'm here to talk to you about cooperation." ”

The young man picked up the camera and walked out: "Cooperation?"

"That's right. She nodded and stretched out her right hand, "I know you, Song asked, speaking of which, I should call you senior." ”

Song Wen stretched out his hand to shake it, only to feel that the skin under his palm was soft and smooth, he hurriedly let go of his hand, and the back of his ear was faintly hot.

"You're a student at film school? I don't think I've ever seen you. ”

If you see him, you must be impressed, and she is as rare and stunning as her, even if she is placed in a film school with beautiful women, it is impossible to be unknown.

Shen Weiwei chuckled: "Senior, I just got in, and I haven't enrolled yet." ”

Song Wen only felt that she was smiling like a flower, and even the wisp of clear voice "senior" shouted better than others.

He turned his head sideways, and his voice was as warm as jade: "No wonder I haven't seen you, I don't know what cooperation you want to talk about with me?"

Shen Weiwei sat on the sofa, looking at the Western-style paintings on the wall of the photo studio, and Song Wen brewed two cups of coffee and walked over.

"Do you want to add sugar?"

"No, I don't. She looked at the deserted alley through the glass window, "Will there be business if the photo studio is opened in such a remote place?"

Song Wen sat opposite with a light smile, without any restraint:

"No rent here. ”

It is also said that photography is poor for three generations, and SLR ruins life.

After graduating from film school, Song Wen lived a model of poverty until he met Mu Churan.

It can be said that Mu Churan changed the circumstances of his life, but it was three years later that he emerged in the fashion circle with a set of unique style portraits taken for Mu Churan.

Later, he cooperated with major fashion magazines and star studios, took countless fashion photos and magazine covers, and became one of the top fashion photographers in China.

If it weren't for Liu Xianxian's horizontal insertion, she wouldn't have thought of contacting Song Wen in advance.

"I heard that you are very good at portrait photography, and your previous work "People in the Imperial Capital" also won awards abroad. But you've always photographed ordinary people, have you ever thought about shooting fashion magazines?"

Song Wen was a little surprised when he heard her say this: "As far as I know, fashion magazines have professional photographers, and they don't want a college student like me who has just graduated." How did you come up with me?"

"You have a very personal touch to your work. Shen Weiwei stirred the coffee, "And the photographers in the fashion magazine have more mixed lives, you are no worse than them." ”

Song Wen's photography level is much higher than that of ordinary photographers, but he lacks the opportunity to make a splash.

Unexpectedly, Shen Weiwei spoke so highly of him, Song Wen smiled: "I don't know your name yet." ”

"Shen Weiwei. She smiled slightly, "So, you agreed?"

Song Wenjun's face was slightly red: "I have no problem here, I forgot to ask, which magazine is it?"

"Youth Magazine, the host publication is "Youth Reflection", I am a cooperative model of this magazine, and I will publish a cover in the near future, lacking a photographer. ”

Song asked puzzled: "I know that Youth Magazine will be short of photographers?"

Shen Weiwei: "It's a long story. ”

Song Wen nodded, expressing understanding: "It's okay, you don't need to say it." ”

Sensing that she didn't want to say it, Song Wen naturally didn't want to make it difficult for others.

The two left each other's phones, Shen Weiwei sat for a while, got up and said goodbye:

"If you don't have anything to do tomorrow, you can go to the magazine and meet with the editor-in-chief, although I proposed it, but it is the editor-in-chief who can make the decision. I'll be waiting for you in the magazine. ”

"No problem. Song asked simply.

Walking out of the photo studio, Shen Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't expect Song Wen to be so talkative when she was young.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, it depends on Song Wen's performance tomorrow.

The system seemed to sense her thoughts, and said loudly: [What if the editor-in-chief doesn't agree to use him?]

Shen Weiwei raised her eyebrows and smiled: "If I don't agree, I will try my best to get him to agree." ”

She walked forward along the curved alleyway and looked at the dense barrage, and the female fans in the live broadcast room were restless.

[Girl with a knife: The little brother just now is so handsome!]

[Cactus Ben Xian: All kinds of beauties who see the sky, finally see the handsome little brother.] ]

[Sailor Moon: The anchor teased him, he just had red ears and looked so cute.] ]

[Lori carrying a gun: The anchor has picked him up, I'll give you a reward!]

[Cute Representative: Upstairs +1]

Shen Weiwei rolled her eyes in her heart, she was dedicated to her career, and her fans asked her to flirt with men?

"It's impossible to flirt, it's impossible in this life. She said very gently.

There was a wail in the live broadcast room.

[Lori carrying a gun: (•́へ•́╬) The anchor is excessive, refuses to dance and refuses to dance, and the flirtatious man refuses to flirt, the anchor, if you continue like this, you will lose me. ]

[There is a way to do it: that is, the anchor is ruthless, you are ruthless, you are unreasonable!]

[The little angel is the most cute: My anchor is so capricious, what else can we do, pet!]

[The world is not worth it: hahaha~~~ The anchor is willful +1, and I feel sorry for the fans!]

Shen Weiwei peeked at the cries on the barrage one after another, and smiled unkindly.

She was in a good mood, humming a song when she walked, and kicked the pebbles at her feet.

General Hospital of the Imperial Capital Military Region.

Pei Yan put a plaster cast on his leg and lay it flat, and he lazily leaned on the pillow.

Pei Zhen frowned and looked at him: "Don't mess around next time, otherwise it won't be as simple as a broken half of a leg." ”

"Who has half a broken leg?" Pei Yan was inexplicably angry, dangling his right leg in a plaster cast and about to get out of bed, "If you hadn't detained me here, I would have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago." ”