Walking in the crowded crowd, looking at the various anime peripherals placed on the stalls around him, Yang Mutian felt as if he had returned to the first time he went to a comic exhibition six years ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was the weekend, and Yang Mutian, who had finished his homework, ran to the street to press the road with nothing to do. Pressed and pressed, he pressed to a small warehouse near his home, and found that the small warehouse that had been closed all year round was actually opened today. Moreover, inside and outside the small warehouse, there are many people wandering.

So, Yang Mutian, who was curious about this, stepped forward to check it out. Then, Yang Mutian was extremely surprised to see that more than a dozen people dressed in various clothes were near the small warehouse, surrounded by twenty or thirty people taking pictures.

At that moment, Yang Mutian had the feeling that he broke the dimensional wall and ran to the world of animation - to be honest, Yang Mutian is not alone, and he is an anime fan who has watched anime for so many years, so he naturally has a certain understanding of cos. But the first time he came to the comic con, the first time he saw so many cos, dangling in front of his eyes, it still gave him a feeling that he had broken the dimensional wall.

At that comic exhibition, Yang Mutian had a lot of fun. Although, it was a very, very small comic convention, with less than 400 people participating, of which less than 30 cos, there were no features, and there were no well-known guests attending.

However, Yang Mutian ran around like crazy, and used the Apple 4 mobile phone he carried with him to shoot all the cos at the comic exhibition site.

Of course, those cos who were photographed by Yang Mutian must not be happy, after all, a bunch of black historical photos fell into Yang Mutian's hands - the first time I took a photo, I still took it with a mobile phone, and the light in the warehouse was not good at that time, all kinds of hands were shaking, not focused, paste, and "black face", how good can you expect Yang Mutian to take photos.

After this comic exhibition, the excited Yang Mutian returned home, and at the suggestion of a few photographers, he spent 70,000 yuan to buy a Nikon's latest full-frame camera, and several lenses with different focal lengths, and started his career as a "comic exhibition photographer".

It's a pity that Yang Mutian is not Guanxi brother, and he really has no talent in photography. In addition, he basically only takes out his camera to take pictures when he is at the Comic Con, so although the photography equipment is very good, it was not until half a year later that he became a senior dog in high school and could not go to the Comic Con anymore, and his photography skills did not improve much.

When Yang Mutian got out of the misery of his third year of high school and was about to pick up the camera again and rush into the comic exhibition to continue shooting, the biggest setback in his life came, and his equipment and equipment were sold by him a year later......

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Yang Mutian, who broke free from the memories of the past and stopped in front of a stall, looked at the stall, a paper mask with a funny expression on the stall, bought it with money, and put the gloves on his face.

After putting on the mask, Yang Mutian continued to walk, while looking around, holding various brands of SLR, mobile phones, and Apple tablets, people taking pictures around the cos, and secretly thought: "Anyway, should I spend some more money to buy cameras and lenses, and then continue my career as a photographer?" ”

Thinking about this "major" question, Yang Mutian, who was wearing a funny mask on his face, continued to follow the flow of people amid the joyful laughter of others.

I don't know how long I walked, Yang Mutian suddenly felt a loosening around him. So, Yang Mutian, who came back to his senses, looked around, only to find that he had unconsciously walked out of the stall area in the center of the venue, and walked to the open space between the stall area and the wall of the venue, and there was a toilet not far in front of him.

Just when Yang Mutian was thinking about whether to go to the toilet, he suddenly found that the sparse crowd around him seemed to be gathering in some direction.

Turning his head to look in the direction where the crowd had gathered, through the staggered heads, Yang Mutian saw a rather familiar figure, surrounded by more than a dozen photographers with long guns and short cannons.

"That's really ...... It didn't take much effort to get there. Looking at the familiar figure seven or eight meters away, Yang Mutian smiled slightly and whispered to himself.

After talking to himself, Yang Mutian walked with the others around him, and walked towards the familiar figure, that is, Bai Yuetan, who was wearing the cos suit of the senior sister among the passers-by and was being photographed.

More than twenty seconds later, Yang Mutian walked outside, surrounding Bai Yuetan's surrounding wall.

Then, seeing that the encirclement wall would not seem to spread out for a while, but would become thicker and thicker, Yang Mutian gritted his teeth and began to squeeze into the enveloping wall.

It took more than a minute, from the outside of the encirclement, after squeezing into the encirclement, Yang Mutian looked at Bai Yuetan, who was being photographed with his hands on his chest and leaning against the wall with an indifferent face, and wanted to step forward to say hello.

But at this moment, Yang Mutian heard the argument between Bai Yuetan and a certain photographer.

"Girl, can you sit on the ground and let me take a picture with my legs folded?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to take a picture of this pose."

"Don't be embarrassed, girl, it looks good like this."

"I'm sorry, I really don't want to take a picture of this pose."

"Sister, give me face, it's a pity that the black silk has long legs and doesn't shoot."

Hearing the photographer's words, a nameless fire, Yang Mutian, who suddenly rose from his heart, couldn't help but step forward and shouted: "Are you annoyed, haven't you heard from others, don't you want to shoot." Give you face, you're a fart, do you really think you're Shanks. ”

Facing Yang Mutian, who suddenly jumped out to "fight unevenly", whether it was Bai Yuetan, whose face gradually became gloomy because of the photographer's words, or the cameraman who desperately persuaded Bai Yuetan, they were all taken aback.

At the same time, including these two people, everyone present who heard Yang Mutian's shout also subconsciously turned their eyes to Yang Mutian.

Then, a burst of "fluttering" laughter sounded, and Yang Mutian, who was wearing a funny mask on his face, successfully amused everyone present, and even the corners of Bai Yuetan's mouth twitched a little, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't want to laugh.

Seeing this, Yang Mutian's face turned red, and he reached out and took off the funny mask that he had forgotten to take off in his eagerness.

Then, Yang Mutian, who showed his face, looked at Bai Yuetan and smiled slightly: "Yuetan, what a ......"

However, before Yang Mutian could finish speaking, seeing Yang Mutian who had revealed his face after taking off his mask, Bai Yuetan looked excited, but shouted in disbelief: "Senior? ”

After shouting, it seemed to be a complete confirmation that the person who suddenly jumped out to "hug him" for himself was Yang Mutian, who had been "missing" for four years, Bai Yuetan's eyes were red, and then he rushed to Yang Mutian in three steps and two steps, and hugged Yang Mutian desperately.