However, that's none of Su Xingyu's business.

With her relationship with Zhuang Yu and Su Xingqi, they really can't match her when they shoot well or badly.

She turned around and tried to figure out how to solve her problem, and in any case, even if none of the models were willing to cooperate, she would still take photos of the environmental advertising this time.

She walked to the big tree where the equipment was stacked not far away, where there were many props prepared by the organizers, all kinds of props, for models and photographers to choose from. She bent over and picked and chosen, trying to find a suitable prop to express the theme of this time - since there is no one available, then use props, who rules that environmental photography can only shoot people?

After a long time of choosing, she picked up an African tambourier.

It is a national musical instrument covered in old leather and rich patterns, and its exquisite appearance is like a work of art.

She pondered that she could make a little shape for this drum and put it at a few angles to capture the desolation of the grassland still being there but not people.

But before he could figure it out, he felt empty in his hand, and the African tambourine was snatched away at once by a pair of hands stretched out from the oblique thorns. She looked up and saw Su Xingqi, who was wearing a red folded silk shirt, standing in front of her with the drum, smiling proudly. "This drum is mine." Su Xingqi said lightly and comfortably.

"I took a fancy to it first." Su Xingyu blocked her way.

Su Xingqi was disdainful: "What if you fancy it first?" I said I want it, I want it, I don't like you to bite me. ”

Of course, Su Xingyu couldn't really bite her, but he didn't want to give up when he encountered such a thing, and still blocked her way: "Put down things." ”

"I won't."

"Then you don't want to get out of here."

Su Xingyu's body is slenderer and smaller than Su Xingqi, and it was originally impossible to fight with bare hands, but at this time, Su Xingqi had such a big drum in his hand, and it was not easy to get rid of Su Xingyu's interception. The two froze, confronting each other in the cool mountain breeze.

"What's going on?" Zhuang Yu walked over, his face slightly gloomy, "Su Xingyu, it's you again?" ”

"Put the drum down." Su Xingyu still said the same thing.

"Or else?" Zhuang Yu asked.

"Otherwise, you won't be able to get out of here." Su Xingyu's clear eyes looked directly at Zhuang Yu's eyes, she had now seen through this woman's weakness, "Zhuang Yu, don't you like to pretend?" If you want to pretend, don't pull and pull with me, and destroy your image as a famous lady. But if you don't pull and pull, you don't seem to be able to take Su Xingqi and such a big drum at all, now it's not a question of what I do, but what you should do. ”

Zhuang Yu secretly scolded Su Xingqi for being stupid in his heart, saying that he was going to come over to find trouble with Su Xingyu, but he was stopped here in a dilemma, and he had to rely on her to save him.

She was quiet for a moment, and soon had an idea, took a few steps out of a small stool from the pile of props under the big tree, and said to Su Xingqi, "You sit down." ”

Su Xingqi didn't understand what she meant, but since it was Miss Zhuang's order, she sat down obediently.

"Since Su Xingyu won't let you leave, then let's take pictures here," Zhuang Yu smiled gently, elegant and calm, "Anyway, the scenery here is not bad." Kiki, you pose a few times, and I'll take a beautiful picture. As he spoke, he really picked up the camera he carried with him and tried to shoot at Su Xingqi.

Su Xingqi suddenly realized, yes, Su Xingyu didn't let them go, then they would shoot here! Miss Zhuang is so smart!

She proudly put the drum flat, as if to anger Su Xingyu, and really slapped the African tambourine several times: "Haha, this drum is really good, I want to shoot a few more." ”

Zhuang Yu also smiled: "Okay, I'll take as many photos as you want, Qiqi, you are so beautiful, you look beautiful playing the drums." ”

Su Xingqi listened to Zhuang Yu's praise and beat the drum more energetically.

The quality of the drum was good, the sound came far away, and many photographers and models nearby were attracted to look here, and some of them were at halftime, and they gathered directly to watch Su Xingqi play the drums.

"It's an African tambourine, right? It's pretty good. ”

"Miss Zhuang's composition is very good, your shot just treats the model's drumming hand into the golden section point, and the light is also suitable." Someone stood behind Zhuang and looked at her camera viewfinder.

There are also people listening to Su Xingqi's clapping: "But, Miss Su Xingqi, do you know how to play the drums?" How does it sound like a few random knocks? ”

Su Xingqi had just deliberately beaten indiscriminately in order to anger Su Xingyu, and there was no rule to follow, but he was not happy to hear people comment like this at this time: "Playing drums is not simple? Watch me call you. ”

As he spoke, he knocked it up with all his heart, but it still seemed disorganized and unpleasant.

Su Xingyu on the side was robbed of the drum by them, and originally wanted to rush forward to grab it back, but at this time, seeing Su Xingqi playing so ugly, he was full of confidence, and he couldn't help but want to watch it for a while to see her make a fool of herself.

And Zhuang Yu, who was holding the camera, turned his head and saw Su Xingyu's appearance as if he was smiling, knowing that she was mocking Su Xingqi, so he said to Su Xingqi in a gentle voice: "Qiqi, I'll teach you how to fight." You play in groups of three beats, three beats in groups, two strong and one weak, understand? "She once learned a little piano lessons with a private tutor, and although it was different from the drums, she still had some basic musicality.

So Su Xingqi really fought according to the rhythm of the law of two strong and one weak, which sounded much more pleasing to the ear than just now.

Several photographers and models around him exclaimed: "Miss Zhuang is still very good, proficient in all eighteen musical instruments, and even African tambourine can do it." Such a point to Miss Su Xingqi is really good. ”

Zhuang Yu smiled modestly: "Where, it is Qiqi who is smart and talented. ”

Su Xingqi played the drum smoothly, and coupled with Su Xingyu's things that he robbed, he was extremely happy, and said playfully: "How can I be as good as Miss Zhuang, Miss Zhuang is a master of music." ”

"You two have a good sense of musicality, it's amazing."

"That's it, it's ......" burst of compliments from the crowd.

Su Xingqi beat the drum more vigorously, but at this moment, someone inadvertently raised his head, and suddenly his face changed: "Look! ”

Looking in his direction, I saw a few horses running out of the shade on the other side of the hillside, and the one led by them was all fiery red like a touch of shock. Yan Yunxia, the female rider on horseback bowed slightly and rushed towards this side, and the mountain wind ruffled her long hair, flying wantonly. Behind her, several other tall black horses also rushed towards her under the control of their respective riders!

"Danger! Spread out! ”

The photographers and models here are shouting and dodging for fear of being hit by a sudden herd of horses, which is no joke!

In a group of chickens and dogs, Su Xingqi was the worst, sitting on the side of the tambourine, she was one step slower than others, and she could stand up, and the red horse led by her had already rushed to the front!