A person who knows that he will be seen through by others, but is still fearless, if he is not stupid to the extreme, he thinks that he has incomparable confidence in himself, and he has the fearlessness and courage to face everything.

Xu Bin, as a photographer who runs a photo studio, has a hobby of street photography passers-by, and understands this subtle psychology very well.

This is just an embarrassment in behavior, and it is far from being ugly.

However, the complexity of the soul itself exceeds these embarrassments and ugliness countless times, so is it still willing to expose people? Xu Bin looked at Zeng Yuyuan, who was studying the photo with surprise at the moment, with a little playfulness, and she was no longer just the white rabbit with long legs that left the first impression, but made Xu Bin really a little interested: In the end, what will her portrait look like after using [Remove False and Keep True]?

Zeng Yuyuan's excited emotions slowly calmed down, handed the photo back to Xu Bin, and smiled leisurely: "I don't know when Director Xu will go to Mud Bodhisattva City?"

Xu Bin pondered for a moment: "If you're not in a hurry, then two days later." ”

"Okay, I'll go back with Director Xu in those two days. "Zeng Yuyuan is as good as a stream.

"......" Xu Bin blinked, what do you mean? Then you won't go back for the next two days?

Zeng Yuyuan actually understood in seconds, and changed back to a charming emoji, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he glanced at it, and the green jade cigarette stick was placed between his pink lips and took a sip, escaping a few traces of blue smoke: "Curator Xu misunderstood, it's rare to visit, I just want to go to visit your world." ”

Xu Bin was embarrassed in place: "Please take care of yourself." ”

Seeing Zeng Yuyuan leave, he quickly grabbed a few towels from the glass counter, and Zeng Yuyuan's confrontation was actually very short, probably less than ten minutes, and it was not enough to make Yang Qingwei wait for a long time.

The sun at 10 o'clock in the morning of August was blazing enough, and Yang Qingwei did not wait in the big water tank like a mermaid, she quickly flicked her half-dried hair with her hand, and made a phone call with one hand.

Seeing Xu Bin walking out with a towel, he nodded slightly, politely and detached.

The fiery red dress was exposed to the sun, and it had lost the beauty of being translucent in the water, Xu Bin breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a regret.

Xu Bin put a towel on Yang Qingwei's head and rubbed it twice, pointed to the photo studio with his finger, meaning that he was waiting for her inside, and then put the rest of the towel on the chair next to him, and walked straight in.

Yang Qingwei turned around, saw Xu Bin's back again, and the back again, Yang Qingwei bit her lip angrily.

"Okay, I got it. Yang Qingwei hung up the phone, and she asked Liu Ya to reconfirm the polite and polite pictures she had downloaded from the website, and after downloading or printing, she confirmed that she did not have the magical effect she saw on the Internet.

In fact, this is the first time I found these photos, but it is still a little unbelievable to suddenly find out that the author of these amazing photos is someone I have known for three years......

Spoiled or something, for the tsundere Leo woman is simply a moat, if it is an outsider, even if the heart is mourned, the external performance is also a proud and noble little lion, if it is an acquaintance, a relative, or a close lover, it may be rare to see a soft and glutinous cat.

Because I have known Xu Bin for three years before, and I can't help but come to take pictures every year, I still occasionally soften when I meet, Xu Bin is not a business relationship for Yang Qingwei after all, but it is a bit like a magic trick to come to maturity every August.

Xu Bin returned to the photo studio and waited for Yang Qingwei, who had nothing to do, and then picked up the 'soul private photo' of the elderly group in the northwest corner of the happy forest just now and looked at it carefully.

I just glanced at it slightly, and I roughly determined the effect, but I didn't have time to take a closer look.

Xu Bin carefully distinguishes the various perceptions of the soul brought about by the brilliant colors flowing on the spirit-like phantoms behind these figures, and there are some things on the photos that attract Xu Bin's attention.

First, it was those children, even if the phantom behind the people around him brought Xu Bin's senses to Xu Bin no matter how complex and uncomfortable it was, he just shifted his gaze to these children, like a light suddenly piercing out of the darkness and chaos, making people feel hope.

Second, Xu Bin only then knew that the more people lived, the more numb they became, and even the soul was no longer distinct, and the truth, goodness, beauty, falsehood, evil and ugliness were confused into a bunch. This is also what most people show on the shadows, at least about 90% of the photo.

Third, because most of the photos are elderly, and most of the souls are gray, but there are also a few people who have one or two very bright colors still flowing on the gray phantom, Xu Bin looked at it and smiled, thinking that there are only three possibilities for such a situation, either there is still a pure heart and an old naughty child, or he has not forgotten his original intention after the world, or, there is something obsessed with being extremely strong.

Among them, there is an old man who is very special, wearing a blue-gray khaki tunic suit, combed very bright and neat with silver hair, with shrugged eyelids, but there is a look in his eyes, and he emits a burst of fine light, looking at Xu Bin's lens head-on, there is a trace of inconspicuous disgust in his expression, probably a little disgusted that he is used as a background in the frame.

However, these are not the point, the point is that the shadow behind the old man is black and shiny, not without other colors, but the other light colors are like the light that is refracted on the surface of the fresh asphalt in the sun, compared to the pure black asphalt, the light is insignificant, but it makes the asphalt look shining......

When Xu Bin looked at this black phantom, he sensed a thick and invisible, black and colorless, old and spicy soaked out all the year round, of course, if there is no private photo of the soul, it will really be black and colorless, but unfortunately the soul has been blackened.

Xu Bin was a little surprised, he knew this old man, he was called Du Shi in the Red Song Love Elderly Heavenly Troupe, and he was the erhu player of the Elderly Heavenly Troupe, and the most common expression on weekdays was kind eyebrows and kind eyes and light and dust, where could he see that the soul was so dark and complicated......

Xu Bin stared at the photo and was stunned, Yang Qingwei had already taken care of herself, changed into a dry T-shirt and jeans and walked to Xu Bin's side: "Hey, this old man is so familiar." ”

Yang Qingwei frowned deeply, took a step back with a little horror: "You can still take such a photo?"

This was obviously frightened by the effect of the soul's private photo.