Although he is not proud of this, Cyril has to admit that he does have an extraordinary talent in photography.

At a very young age, he knew that the world he saw was different from the world seen by others. What others see is a dynamic, continuous image, and in his eyes, with each blink of his eye, these successive images are divided into different images.

It's like an old-fashioned film film, made up of countless films, and when these films are played at a certain constant speed, they form a dynamic scene in the eyes of the audience.

In his eyes, every dynamic scene is a myriad of static pictures.

It was confusing for him as a young child, but it wasn't until he was five years old, when he was exposed to a DSLR camera for the first time, that he finally found the bridge that connected his world to the real world.

Later, in order to get more and better cameras, he worked hard to complete his father's demanding requirements and became a good son in his father's eyes.

Then, his wings were stiff, and he was able to get any camera he wanted with his own ability, and he naturally became a rebel in his father's mouth.

When he crossed the ocean and came to the United States to develop, his father cut off all contact with him, but he didn't care, every member of the Garcia family had a crazy factor in his blood, just like his father who took two sons and never remarried in his life, with a shotgun, he fought his way out until he became the ruler of the underground world.

It's worth mentioning that, on the surface, he shoots hard photos for several leading fashion magazines and is sought after by many fashionistas, but in fact, he doesn't like the job. If it weren't for the sake of maintaining his extravagant life and more extravagant hobbies, he would never have taken these bad photos.

Yes, in the eyes of many people, a very high-end and high-grade fashion hard photo, in his opinion, it is full of ingenuity and has no aesthetic sense.

These models are all skinny, and the faces under the lens are stiff and angular, not so much the beauty that people yearn for, but the marble and stone statues carved out of a knife and knife.

Smiling is not allowed.

Any smile is considered to be lowered, a low-level expression, not to mention more intense expressions such as crying, anger, and sadness.

In fact, it is easy to understand that once the models have expressions, the audience's attention will be diverted from the season's new products they are wearing, the expensive handbags they are carrying, and the shiny accessories.

It's like two strangers passing by, the first thing they notice is always each other's faces, then each other's dress, and then their conversational demeanor.

Luxury brands certainly can't tolerate this kind of thing, maybe customers will sell one less piece of clothing with less glance, which is likely to be a loss of tens of thousands of dollars, and the appearance fee of a young, newly debuted model may only be a hundred dollars.

Therefore, they spared no effort to promote, requiring the models to maintain an expressionless demeanor, and asking them to work hard to use their bodies and eyes to deduce the brand story.

Cyril scoffed at this in his heart, eyes? Ha, what kind of eyes can be more sunshine than a smile full of happiness?

The simplest truth, no matter how beautiful the hard photos of these fashion magazines are, they will never win the grand prize of any photography competition!

Because of these photos, there is no soul.

So for Cyril, he prefers people who are full of expressions and full of variety, and the pictures taken will have a clear sense of being alive.

Due to his visual particularity, he roughly divided the crowd into three categories, the first category is that the expression rarely changes, such as those models who take hard photos, he is afraid of avoiding this kind of people; The second type is normal people, who have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, but in a short period of time, only one expression appears, and he occasionally takes a picture of them, but it is not very positive.

The third category is like the Asian girl in front of him.

From the moment the two of them met by chance at the elevator entrance, in a short period of time, her expression changed countless times, from the initial smile, then a slightly embarrassed little expression, and then shock, I have to say, her whole face was frozen The expression was really cute.

Then, with round eyes and a little anger, he quickly broke the ice, and his pretty face was full of smiles.

Just when he thought that was all she had, she showed a little annoyance.

In the very short time between the elevator closing and the elevator rising, and before she even reached the floor, she changed five or six expressions.

She is like a kaleidoscope, and every blink of an eye presents a different splendor.

It's simply the best model he's ever dreamed of.

Cyril's eyes darkened, and the dark thought of reaching out and holding her in the palm of his hand and carrying her home in his pocket could not be suppressed.

At this moment, the sound of the elevator arriving on the floor sounded in time, which also interrupted his imminent movement.

Cyril put his right hand behind his back, his index finger digging into his palm, and kept telling himself that although he had successfully planned his first kidnapping at the age of thirteen, and had succeeded in doing no less than ten votes in the following years, this was the United States, not Spain.

The chick in front of him is not one of those stupid rich people who are full of brains and only know pleasure, and he has no reason to attack her!

He gestured to Jian Han in a gentlemanly manner, Jian Han did not doubt him, and stepped out of the elevator first, Cyril looked at her slender back, and opened his mouth slowly: "Do you know?" The more frequent Roy's urging emails, the better his script will be written. ”

Jian Han suddenly turned around and opened his eyes in surprise, "Really?" ”

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, and came again, this picture is really beautiful:

The girl's round black and white eyes were open, and there was a little messy black hair on her fair face, and the joy on her pretty face overflowed-

His eyes subconsciously blinked several times, like a camera, scratching and wiping, trying to catch every detail, until this picture was forever imprinted in his memory.

There was a beast howling madly in his chest, not enough, not enough, he wanted more!

So, he heard himself speak again: "Well, there is another law, the shorter Roy has to finish the script, the better the script he writes." ”

He stared closely at the girl's face, not missing the slightest change in her expression, paused, and added meaningfully: "This time, it only took one day, which is the fastest creation he has ever made." ”