Chapter 27

"Aunt Zhang, this is my classmate Wu Tao. Come and help me get something."

It turned out that it was the nanny who took care of an Rong. Wu Tao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a confident smile: "Hello, Aunt Zhang."

Aunt Zhang nodded, looked at Wu Tao, and classified him as "an Rong's free coolie". In her opinion, the daughter of such a family would never find such a poor boy to be an uncle.

"You talk first. The food will be ready in a minute." Bring two cups of tea. Aunt Zhang said hello and went into the kitchen.

"Are you interested in visiting my room?" Seeing Aunt Zhang leave, an Rongxin said happily.

"OK." Since Ann's parents are away, he doesn't feel too constrained.

Through the glass partition door, enter the fragrant ear room, which is an Rong's room.

The whole room is divided into two parts by a hollowed out bookshelf. On the east side, there is a desk in front of the window, covered with a thick piece of green glass, under which some old photos are pressed.

From the background, it should be several scenic spots in Jinling. It's said that Ann's father is delegated from the provincial capital. It doesn't seem to be groundless.

On the stage is a four speaker dual card portable video player with a silver white body and a square shape, showing a full sense of the times. There are two rows of tapes nearby. It seems that these are the secret weapons for an Rong to practice listening.

The newspaper shelf next to it is full of all kinds of times organ newspapers, and the bookshelf is full of all kinds of books, especially the two kinds of magazines of bosom friends and public photography.

Suddenly, Wu Tao's eyes fell on a camera.

Phoenix dc838 is the SLR that an Rong gave him!

Today, she has paid special attention to the maintenance. It is her favorite thing.

After high school in her previous life, she gave this camera to herself, not so much as giving up her hobby of photography, but rather a statement of her position.

Unfortunately, at that time, I didn't understand her pains, and I was unable to respond to her statement. So that she was depressed that she finally crossed the ocean alone, and there was no news again.

"Do you like this camera?" Seeing Wu Tao staring at the camera, an Rong asked.

Wu Tao recovered: "Phoenix dc838 is a very good SLR camera. Enough for getting started with photography. "

After that, he remembered that the publicity posters and advertisements of farmhouse had not been done, so he took the opportunity to say, "after the test, lend it to me. I want to shoot the theme of a vineyard."

"Well, it's a monster in my hand anyway." There are many depressed tunnels in anjong. It can be seen that Wu Tao's publishing an article in a bosom friend has a great blow to her hobby of photography.

"Don't lose heart. You forgot what I promised to teach you?"

"Yes!" An Rong's Willow eyebrows were raised, and her bright eyes were like two clear springs, blooming: "come and have a look at my works..."

Around the bookshelf, a dazzling photo wall stands out in front of you.

"How's it going? Is it particularly bad? " An Rong is both expectant and uneasy.

In terms of specialty, Wu Tao can't compare with those famous photographers. But the little ink in his stomach is more than enough to guide an Rong.

"From the context of your work, you have made significant progress in framing and judging the depth of field. So don't belittle yourself. As long as you stick to it and keep learning, you will certainly be able to make better works. "

An Rong was greatly encouraged. At this time, Aunt Zhang's voice came from the living room: "dinner."

"Then I'll go first."

"No!" An Rongzheng was so excited that he couldn't let him go easily.

"Aunt Zhang, I want to keep Wu Tao for dinner. You can fry another dish."

Aunt Zhang in the living room was cluttered. Just now, an Rong brought the poor boy into the room. She already muttered. Now I have to stay for dinner. It's obviously an unusual relationship.

But the visitor is a guest. Since an Rong sent a message, Aunt Zhang can't rush people out. She can only promise.

They returned to the living room. On the square table, there were four dishes and one soup, a steamed fish, a bowl of braised meat, cucumber mixed with flour and stir fried green beans, plus a large bowl of egg soup.

"So many dishes, Secretary an and aunt come back to eat?"

An Rong said, "they are all busy people. I haven't eaten with them for nearly a month. Sit down quickly."

"Then why are there four stools?"

Suddenly, a proud 'meow' came, and an Rong chuckled: "isn't this coming?"

I saw a yellow civet cat walking proudly with frivolous steps. The lazy cat glanced at the stranger Wu Tao, emitting a cold look of arrogance. Then he jumped on the stool and sat down, staring at the food on the square table like an old monk.

"Will it eat with us?" Wu Tao said curiously.

An Rong sat down opposite the civet cat and said, "Jinmao won't eat with us. It's my mother's sweetheart and has its own special cat food."

"Golden hair? Why did you name a dog? "

"Meow, meow," Jin Mao cried discontentedly and looked at Wu Tao's cat eyes with disdain.

Aunt Zhang smiled and reminded, "Wu Tao, don't mess with golden hair. It has a big temper."

Wu Tao's mind flashed and thought of the biggest problem in an Rong's works.

"Do you know what you lack most in your works?"

An Rong shook her head blankly.

"Your work lacks intention and ideas. Others don't know what you want to express."

"For example, if you are asked to shoot golden hair, what characteristics do you think it should show?" Speaking so professionally, he didn't make it up.

There is a proverb in the photography world in the past: first-class photography depends on ideas, second-class photography depends on technology, and third-class photography depends on equipment.

It was seeing Jinmao that made him grasp the biggest crux of an Rong's works in an instant.

"Look, golden hair is different from other domestic cats. It is arrogant and its eyes are full of contempt. This kind of contempt is a little ridiculous in our human eyes, but the contrast is very strong. To be exact, it should be called Daimeng! If you can capture this point and show it perfectly, the work will naturally succeed. "

"Then teach me now?"

"OK." Wu Tao said happily, "I'll take a picture of the proud charm of golden hair to human beings and show you."

An Rong took the camera, and Wu Tao skillfully adjusted it. With the light shooting into the window at noon, he perfectly captured Jin Mao's proud sitting posture from an upward angle.

From different angles, Wu Tao took several photos in succession. Facing his movements, Jinmao sat on the stool motionless, but a cold glare flashed in the cat's eyes from time to time.

Stupid humans

After shooting, Wu Tao pointed out several angles to let an Rong experience it himself.

An Rong looked at it for a while and shouted excitedly, "I've never noticed that Jinmao has such a cute side. Your observation is too sharp..."

Just then, a middle-aged man in a white shirt came in with a briefcase.

"Dad, why are you back? Didn't you say you didn't go home for dinner? "