Fletcher Ding nodded and said he got it, but Marlow Zhu still felt it was not enough and added in a low voice: "Teacher Ding, I really don't understand. Why would Teacher Xia choose such a good photo? Any photo would make others jealous. What kind of inspiration does this need?" "
This boss is difficult to serve, but a genius is bound to have some quirks and willfulness.
Blaine Xia, 16, caught the attention of photography master He Lutong because of a photo of his hometown Golan Ancient City, and he immediately became her close disciple. Now 26 years old, Blaine Xia is one of the most popular young photographers.
Unlike teachers who live in seclusion and are indifferent to fame and fortune, Blaine Xia is keen to hang out in vanity fairs. In the past few years, he has been a trapeze artist, frequently traveling around the world, dealing with different partners, and has gained a reputation far and wide. The works he has accumulated are enough to hold a solo exhibition.
But Mr. Blaine Xia refused, saying that it was not the right time. This time his overseas work came to an end, and the footless bird returned to Manchester, the eternal summer city. Only then did he get the idea to open a solo exhibition to sort out his works since his debut.
Blaine Xia didn't hear anything else clearly, but Marlow Zhu's words of asking him to pick whatever he wanted were really heard. He almost immediately shouted: "I can't pick, these photos are not good."
What was wrong, he knew he couldn't explain to others. That's what art is like. It's of little use if others praise it. If it's wrong, it's wrong. You can't deceive yourself.
Looking back at the work that I worked so hard on in the past, I feel dissatisfied in every aspect, and even look disgusting. Only he himself knows the pain of being stuck in the bottleneck period, unable to reach the sky and unable to reach the ground. Others will only say that he is as difficult to deal with as before.
Fletcher Ding glanced at his junior brother. There were two faint groups of green and black floating under Alpha's eyes, like the shadow of a fish swimming by. His hair was a little messy. He was still wearing the same shirt as yesterday. The collar was open, revealing his collarbone and collarbone. Pectoral suture.
He opened his eyes, sighed and said, "Gui Chu, how many days have you not slept?"
Blaine Xia smiled slyly and gestured "two" with his fingers: "Brother, you guessed wrong. I slept for 2 hours today. How about it? Can't you tell? He's still handsome, right?"
Fletcher Ding stopped talking to him and stretched out his hand to pull back Blaine Xia's collar. Unexpectedly, Blaine Xia took a step back and the button of the collar scratched Fletcher Ding's fingertips, which actually hurt a little.
"Senior brother, you are very busy. You must have a job to find me, right?" Blaine Xia said calmly, still looking carefree, "What new task is it? I may not be able to take it."
Fletcher Ding chuckled, retracted his hand and said, "You can do other jobs, but you can't do this one."
"Oh?" Blaine Xia became interested.
The two went to the conference room on the second floor to discuss their new jobs. The red light of dusk passed through the blinds of the conference room and ignited a blood-red flame through Blaine Xia's fingers on the table.
"Taking photos of a celebrity women's clothing blogger?" After hearing Fletcher Ding's introduction, Blaine Xia hissed in disgust, "Do you know how expensive I am?"
"The other party has been very popular recently, and we can negotiate the price."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
Blaine Xia never takes photos of amateurs. The people he works with are either first-line models, top celebrities in the entertainment industry, movie kings, political, business, or cultural celebrities. There are a lot of big names waiting for his charity. Who can get a chance to make a fortune in women's clothing? Eyeball Omega?
Fletcher Ding didn't persuade him much and sent a photo to Blaine Xia. Blaine Xia raised his eyes nonchalantly, but after seeing the picture clearly, his breath froze and he was blank for a few seconds. He looked at his red hand penetrated by the sunset and agreed.
Not only did he agree, Blaine Xia also immediately called Marlow Zhu to review her future work arrangements, made sure there was nothing else to do recently, and told her to finalize the filming date as soon as possible.
Marlow Zhu was extremely puzzled as to what the charm of this "Mumbling" could have caused his boss to behave like this. He was also worried that if this happened, he would not be able to explain it to the curator Lao Zhang.
"It doesn't matter," Fletcher Ding was open-minded and solved her problems, "I will communicate with you about the exhibition time, and I should be able to push it forward. Let Gui Chu take the photo, maybe it will really stimulate inspiration."
"But why..."
Marlow Zhu opened the account of the blogger with the online name "Nan Nan". Compared with other similar bloggers, Nan Nan's style was a bit too clean.
He never pretends to be enchanting when taking photos, and he doesn’t like props like black silk cat ears. His skirts are mostly long skirts. The strangest thing is that in this era of traffic, he never shows his face.
Marlow Zhu couldn't figure out why he became popular and why the boss was attracted to him after just one look.
Fletcher Ding smiled again, a smile that Marlow Zhu couldn't see through: "Don't you think that murmur has beautiful legs?"
In the evening, Blaine Xia made a rare trip back to his home. The studio is equipped with shower rooms and beds, making it easier to stay up late. He was worried about his solo exhibition these days, so he simply slept in the studio for several nights.
That's the good thing about being single. You won't feel guilty if you don't go home for a long time, and no one will ask about your whereabouts.
After taking a shower, Blaine Xia found out the skin care products sent by the brand and tinkered with it. His naturally good skin had been abused for a few days, but it was still full of elasticity. Only the two dark circles under his eyes needed to be saved.
There was only a full moon night light left in the bedroom. Blaine Xia blinked in the dim light, feeling very sleepy. He picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, pulled out the photo Fletcher Ding sent him, and looked at it again.
The man in the picture is not wearing a mask this time. He just turns his back to the camera and slightly reveals his stunning outline and long eyelashes. The man is barefoot, sitting on the wet reef, and his hands are carelessly tossing his long, steamy hair.
He wore a classic fragrant cloud gauze white skirt. The skirt was low-key with pearlescent light, but the cut was wide open and closed. The back was hollowed out, revealing a large area of smooth and wet back, which fell softly against the narrow waist. The two wet long legs bent and joined together in one place, diagonally extending out from the tail of the skirt, like the tail of a fish just out of the water.
It's like a fairy but not a fairy. It's easy to seduce but not to be hooked. The top s3x appeal is easy.
But it wasn't these that impressed Blaine Xia, nor was it the beautiful legs that Fletcher Ding thought.
This photo, which is said to be a benefit only for core fans, was taken by him. It was an old work many years ago and has never been released to the world.
The faint fluorescence of the mobile phone flickered on Blaine Xia's face, and a sneer appeared on the corners of his lips, a faint smile, and a hint of lingering resentment that he was not aware of.
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