As soon as they got off the plane, whether it was the first-class Wall Street elite or the teenagers like Song Ya, whether it was Claire or Michelle, everyone was extremely obsessed with the same thing: taking pictures.

Mandela is now a big celebrity, and the other celebrity, Iraq's Lao Sa, is located at opposite ends of the world's reputation, one in the sky and one underground. Countless 'progressives' from North America, South America, Europe, and Asia came to visit him like a pilgrimage.

According to Daniel's points theory, everyone comes here from thousands of miles away, and if you don't leave some evidence of visiting here, you can't get your points back, and no one wants to work for a day.

So Song Ya, who was regarded as a good helper by Michelle, worked hard, not only to help her watch a large group of children, but also to temporarily serve as the team's photographer, get off the plane, take team photos, outside the airport, take team photos, and then take friendship photos with the local affirmative action organization that came to pick up the airport, and have to pull up a banner before getting on the bus and take another round of photos.

Rolls of Kodak film were taken out of Michelle's bag and put back in, and Song Ya's portrait photography skills advanced rapidly, and of course, he would never forget his share.

After a simple night's rest, everyone went straight to a local black school, the teenagers of the United States took out small gifts and gave them to the students here, at this time Song Ya was able to capture the road with ease, the moment the gift was handed to the other party, the giver, the recipient, the hands of the two people touched the gift at the same time, and at the same time showed a bright smile, the activity banner behind the two, the key five elements were collected, Song Ya accurately pressed the shutter, and the quality of the finished film was unanimously praised.

This was followed by a brief local summer camp where the black, white, yellow, and white governments painstakingly managed a harmonious picture of the fraternity of young people of all races. After a few days of boring summer camp activities, Song Ya even began to play casually without a teacher, his picture of a black and white child passing by expressionlessly, and then moving in the opposite direction, and later was selected for the United States Equal Rights Photography Exhibition several times, in fact, the relationship between the two children is very good, but it is not hindered by the Americans thousands of miles away to give them various interpretations.

The final highlight is, of course, meeting Mandela.

Under the guidance of the ANC staff, Michelle led everyone to line up and was ready to shake hands with him, and Claire, who parted ways after getting off the plane, reappeared and stood elegantly beside Michelle.

"Can it be our turn?"

Song Ya looked at the huge teams in front of her, and muttered a little, she came all the way to take a group photo this time.

"Yes, it should be ......"

Michelle was a little unsure, she and Claire certainly didn't need to worry about themselves, the ANC would not snub the donkey party behind them.

When it was their turn to be in front of them, the staff began to set up rows of stools outside, informing everyone that there was no individual handshake, only a group photo.

"Mr. Mandela is getting old and his long prison life is not enough energy, so we need to speed up the ......process," the ANC man explained.

Song Ya's face darkened.

Fortunately, Michelle took good care of him and placed him in the middle of the second row, directly behind Mandela.

When it was their turn, Song Ya entrusted the camera to a staff member and sat down with the other children in order.

It didn't take long for Mandela to appear.

The old man has become richer than the poster on the wall of the school cafeteria, but his spirit is far inferior, and he does seem to be tired.

Michelle and Claire stepped forward to shake hands with him, and the reporters' flashing lights kept flashing.

Song Ya, who didn't have that status, had to sit honestly and squeeze out a smile, staring at the old man with reverence, scanning the position of the camera, slightly adjusting the direction of the body according to the lens sense learned from participating in the MV shooting a few times, and secretly moved half of his body forward, he must ensure that he enters the camera.

Mandela first gave a brief speech to the effect that the world's youth would join hands to fight racial discrimination, and then thanked the Donkey Party and Michelle's affirmative action organization, as well as Claire's charity, before taking a seat with a group of senior ANC officials.

Michelle and Claire are on the left and right, firmly sandwiching the old man between them.

"Closer to the back."

The full-time photographer began to instruct the child to stand, and then found a good angle, "cheese~"

After a few minutes, Song Ya keenly noticed that the old man in front of him reached out to support the back of the chair, trying to get up with his strength.

"Be careful."

He stepped forward decisively and held the other party.

"Thank you, alas! Older...... Took a day's worth of photos......" The old man shook his head and muttered words of thanks.

"It's okay, it should be."

Song Ya smiled and sent him to the hands of the ANC, before turning around and making a mutual acquaintance with Michelle.

"You're smart." Claire also noticed the scene.

"I have a lot of respect for him."

Song Ya replied without leaking, and then hurriedly took advantage of the chaos of the children's dismissal to find the staff with the camera, "Did you get it?" Did you shoot it all just now? ”

Before leaving South Africa, Michelle carefully checked the film in the bag at the airport, and then found that the camera could not be stuffed in, so he simply gave this Leica M3 to Song Ya as a thank you for his hard work all the way.

"It's an old style, you don't dislike it, do you? After all, your income is much higher than mine. Michelle quipped.

"How is that possible!" Song Ya fiddles with the camera in his hand, and he really likes photography a little bit these days, "I like this pure mechanical feeling. ”

Just as the plane was delayed, Song Ya loaded the film and walked around the airport to take some random pictures.

It's still segregated, and while the international passenger area doesn't show it, the vast majority of airport staff are white.

Patting and patting, the camera framed a group of young and lovely white girls.

They are all tall and thin, according to Song Ya's experience, they are definitely engaged in the modeling industry, and their age is similar to their own, of course, their appearance has been complained about by many people.

The girls quickly noticed the flashing lights, they were used to it, they glanced at Song Ya, and then said what to do with laughter.

Song Ya adjusted her focus, gradually staring at only one of them.

This white girl is a standard blonde sweet girl, and the fleshy apple muscles and dimples on her face are very conspicuous when she laughs, like Monroe's innocent and seductive temperament when she was young, both in appearance and figure, she stands out among the crowd of rib girls.

"About the same height as Mira, but bigger breasts than her."

Song Ya involuntarily shot closer and closer.

At this time, those girls were not happy, and a rib girl stepped forward to block the camera, "Hey, don't rice people never know how to be polite?" ”

As a black person, for the sake of personal safety in South Africa, Song Ya put a sticker of the flag of the United States on his backpack, if it was a black South African, it is estimated that they would not be so polite.

"Uh, I'm sorry."

Song Ya, who is half black, will not feel embarrassed, put down the camera and began to brag about himself, "Meet me, I am a composer, my name is Alexander Song, you may have heard my nickname, APLUS......"

The girls looked at each other, then shook their heads in unison.

“APLUS？ It's the ......."

Behind the girls came a middle-aged white woman, "Hello, I'm their agent......" and she held out her hand, "Your ...... Well, that song can't be bought here, and most of our business is in Europe. ”

"Hello."

Since someone knows him, it would be better, he shook hands and walked among the girls in a few steps, "There are also many opportunities in the United States, I know the high-level of Baidai and Colombia, maybe I can help." ”

The girls continued to look dazed.

"VOGUE MAGAZINE, YOU KNOW?" Song Ya quickly turned the topic to the fashion industry.

"Of course! Of course we do! The girls instantly came to their senses and gathered him around to chatter, but the blonde sweetie was the most reserved.

Song Ya opened his mouth, "Their editor-in-chief, Ms. Anna Wintour, we have also cooperated. ”

"Really?" The female agent was a little vigilant, and she began to look Song Ya up and down.

"It's true, if you don't believe it, just wait to see the cover of the Chinese version of VOGUE next month, and the cover character will be Milla Jovovich, that is, the singer of the song I wrote and composed the lyrics to."

Song Ya's words didn't have much to fool, he took out the business card of 'President of A+ Audio' and handed it to the other party, "If you want to come to the United States to develop, you can find me." ”

Then he took out another one and deliberately stuffed it into the blonde sweet girl's hand, "Remember to look for me when you come to the United States." He smiled and discharged.