Thinking about how to convince Guan Pengpeng.

Su Qingyue was worried.

My mind is full of his blog, those photos that are tricky and inadvertently exposed.

Everyone's understanding of art is different.

Obviously, Guan Pengpeng is concerned about the dead end.

He was seen standing at the front desk, carrying a camera bag.

Wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of washed jeans.

White sneakers.

He has glasses on his flat head and a lens bag on his waist.

It's a bit like the boy in "The Juvenile Murder on Guling Street".

Youthful and energetic, the only drawback is that the neck lines are a bit heavy.

"What about the girl? Is it coming? He asked.

Seeing Su Qingyue coming over, he took the initiative to say hello.

"No, there's a bit of a traffic jam on the road." Su Qingyue explained.

"She's lucky enough to have just been given me a 1Ds, Canon's latest model. 11 million pixels, full frame, not comparable to 300D. In particular, the ability to capture is unmatched. He said, patting his camera bag.

The bag is in green canvas with the National Geographic logo on it.

Looked like a new purchase and was spotlessly clean.

I don't understand the specific technical details.

However, the number of 10 million pixels really made Su Qingyue stunned.

You must know that he and Ah Yan just bought a digital camera, which is already very good, and it cost 4,000 yuan.

It's only 3 million pixels.

I don't know who sent him.

"Don't work hard" is not to come up with it, but to have the capital of "not working hard".

Su Qingyue smiled and said, "What time did you sleep?" ”

"I just went to bed this morning, and after we finished talking, we've been busy posting new photos."

"It's hard enough."

"What the hell is that girl you're talking about, do you have a picture?" He asked.

"Wait for someone to come over, and you'll know when you see it."

The two of them said and entered the office area.

Sitting down with him in the small conference room, Zhou Ziyou came over and came over with two glasses of warm water.

Su Qingyue thought about how to start the topic.

Let him not shoot from his own angle.

At this time, Guan Pengpeng took the initiative to take out his portfolio from the photography bag and show it to Su Qingyue.

"Brother, look, this is my private photo album," Guan Pengpeng said, opening the first page, "It's very difficult to print, it's all made of good coated paper." If you like it, you can take it, it's definitely commemorative. He said.

The first page is a flattened picture.

It's all choppy, at least a few hundred girls including the fair.

The picture is very artistic, which Su Qingyue admitted.

But he swore that none of this was a way out of position.

This is just the big data route taken by various manufacturers in a desperate situation.

Guan Pengpeng then flipped back.

Same with his blog.

Look at the time, it's almost three o'clock.

It didn't take long to convince him, so he simply went straight to the point.

"Brother, you're going to shoot our Showgirl, you can't do this." Su Qingyue made a long story short, and closed the album, which made him feel a little pressure.

“……”

First stunned, Guan Pengpeng frowned.

Obviously, he didn't like others to deny him, and then said: "My master is a famous stubborn master in Nancheng, and everyone in the circle knows my ability. Some are beautiful women who want to shoot with me. When it comes to photographing women, I know the beauty of women better than women. ”

"But these, this time it's really not appropriate."

"I think if you ask me to shoot, you should respect me."

I didn't expect Guan Pengpeng to be very tough.

Su Qingyue was faintly unhappy, and felt that if this was the case, it would be better to find a professional photographer.

Originally, my idea was to be seen by the public.

Be free to shoot with the feel.

In that case, there is no way to talk about it at all.

Because Su Qingyue still hopes that he will clean up his blog.

Or start a new blog.

Both froze for a moment.

In the end, in order to ease the atmosphere, Guan Pengpeng spoke first, "Brother, let me give you a suggestion." If a Showgirl doesn't let her shoot anything, you let her go. There's no need to spend money, it depends on their temperament. ”

It's a bit like an insider's step.

Su Qingyue originally wanted to refute.

Thinking about waiting for him to meet, if he still has this idea at that time, it can only be canceled.

Thinking so, Guan Pengpeng said again: "It's really not good, brother, I can also introduce you." ”

"Not for the time being, wait for her to come, you can take a look." Su Qingyue responded politely.

Guan Pengpeng knew in his heart that this was the other party's denial of his idea.

At the same time, I must have a lot of trust in that girl.

"Okay......" he sighed in displeasure.

Waiting in the process, in order not to be embarrassed.

Su Qingyue chatted with him about his photography career.

Guan Pengpeng became interested.

He said that he studied under the old cannon in Nancheng, and after the opening of Pingjing, the first batch of photographers.

The teachers are almost 60 years old this year.

But there are countless women.

"Brother, beauty is a thing, men's perspectives are different from women's. Sometimes, you listen to them too much, and the result is that they themselves end up not satisfied. My teacher was right about this......"

Here he paused.

Su Qingyue nodded and waited for him to say.

"Aesthetics itself should be the person who examines it, not the person who is examined."

Hear him say that.

Su Qingyue wanted to say that the old rascal was always self-righteous.

But in the end, he didn't say it.

In another way, he said, "There is a beauty that transcends experience and transcends everything." ”

"There is no such thing as a person you are talking about."

"So you're waiting?" Su Qingyue said confidently.

"Okay, I must meet this person today." Guan Pengpeng said unconvinced: "I don't believe that anyone can go beyond the scope of aesthetic experience, but I also studied philosophy in college." I also read a lot of various books, and I went even more to Showgril with me. ”

No more fighting.

No one spoke anymore, and after a while, Zhou Ziyou came in and told Su Qingyue, "Qingqing is here." ”

Su Qingyue nodded.

Guan Pengpeng immediately got up.

The two of them walked out, Yan Xipan and Qingqing, standing at the front desk.

The sun was shining right through the zenith windows.

Melodious, with warmth, hit Qingqing's cheeks.

She bit her lip.

I looked down at the ground, and then I looked up at the blue sky.

She wore a white T-shirt today.

On the chest is a brown bear with shorts and fashion slippers.

There were other visitors nearby.

I was talking to the front desk when I accidentally saw her.

For a moment, the gaze was no longer away.

Until someone picked him up and walked him into the office area, he turned back from time to time.

At this time, Su Qingyue and Guan Pengpeng walked out of the office area.

Didn't take two steps.

Guan Pengpeng stopped and looked straight ahead.

"What's wrong?" Su Qingyue asked.

"That's what you call Showgirl?" He used his gaze to point out people to Su Qingyue.

"Yes!" Su Qingyue nodded.

"First love cannot be desecrated...... Guan Pengpeng said, the whole person lost his soul.

"What?"

"Compared to youth, posing is nothing but a poor imitation of beauty." He said, "I'll shoot your way!" ”