Jin Wenlang was so excited that his face was covered with a thin layer of red, he stomped on the spot helplessly, and then found that Ning Yi had neither a hat to pull for him nor a pill head to ravage him today, so he had to squeeze a fist with his right hand and slap it on his left palm: "Zhizhi, you are too awesome." Improvisation! I'm going to smear your liver and brains! ”

Ning Yi raised his eyes and smiled slyly, and then looked at the waiter Qingqing behind him and said, "You don't need to be smeared, you have to give me the money for tonight's dinner."

"As the heroes and roommates, can we have a free celebration banquet?" Shi Qingqing pulled Hu Yue'er and Tang Yan and smiled flatteringly.

Jin Wenlang said generously: "Walk." I don't want a penny, and the money of the few of you is free. ”

The student president is generous.

Ning Yi was so angry with him that her teeth ached, she took the camera and started to take pictures, the first few shows were very brilliant singing and dancing, she refused to relax at all, she concentrated on taking a few sets of photos, and then went back to refine it, the effect should be okay.

She has some experience in photography, but it is not a hobby, she can only be clear and tell a good story. But she is still far from dazzling her art, and even in terms of expressing emotions.

Fortunately, the school's WeChat public account needs this kind of unartistic photo at a glance.

Next show. Poetry recital, Ning Yi planned to take a picture of the scene where the lights were shining, and the classmates in white shirts and black pants stood staggered, waiting for the music to sound. But at the moment when the shutter was pressed, another white shirt of a different style broke in, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, and there was a "click", but in the camera, Xiao Xuan walked in front of the stage not far from her.

Maybe the recitation hadn't started yet, and he went to help adjust the microphone as a staff member.

Someone broke in and destroyed the picture, which is considered a waste photo, but Xiao Xuan was unexpectedly on camera. It's just a white shirt with a side face and a soft light, gilded by the soft light, and compared with a group of reciters standing upright behind him, it is a little more free and casual. The picture was originally a recitation team on the main stage, and when he came like this, it seemed like the main shot of him. As soon as the protagonist is changed, it is not a waste photo.

Ning Yi was a little reluctant to take the beautiful photos that happened by accident, so he didn't delete them, adjusted them and continued to retake the recitation.

The whole process of the party went perfectly. Except for a little episode of Lin Wen, everything else is almost impeccable.

When Ning Yi put down the camera with his sore arm, it was already nine o'clock. The crowd at the end of the crowd was surging, and she was almost squeezed into a meatloaf in the middle of a circle of people, but it was in such a crowd that she had a little sense of realism overflowing her heart. A sense of vulnerability that goes with the flow, safe and lonely. Compared with the ambition on the stage just now, the careful taking pictures is the feeling at this time is really real, returning to the origin.

Ning Yi sighed silently, a little bored for a moment.

The rhetoric is true, but the reality has to be faced. Although others always praise her for her literary brilliance and her ability to speak. But the reality is that the manuscripts she submitted have never been heard from in the sea. As for the importance of the environment and resources, she doesn't really understand it, and the gap is a difficult thing to understand, so you can only coax yourself, and people will win the day.

The applause from the audience is probably because of this, everyone will try to tell themselves that man will win the day.

Hard work can change everything, and inspirational stories can always be touted and appreciated.

Ning Yi walked outside the auditorium with the flow of people, Jin Wenlang was already waiting for her, and he snapped his fingers to call her mind back: "I set the table for the 'Sun Pavilion Pavilion' a week ago, and a few of us have a good meal today." By the way, I just heard from those B majors backstage that their presidium is also going to have dinner there today, and it seems to be next door to us. ”

"Is it such a coincidence?" Ning Yi asked in surprise.

"Who's to say it isn't, but we'll just have a toast and go through the motions. In the end, they still eat their own and play their own games. After all, it's not too familiar, so avoid embarrassment. ”

Ning Yi held his forehead: "Mm-hmm."