Chapter 51

When we get off the plane, whether it's the Wall Street elites in the first class cabin, or the teenagers like Sonya, whether it's Claire or Michelle, all of us are very fascinated by the same thing: taking pictures.

Mandela is now a big red man, and another red man, Iraq's Lao SA, is just at the two ends of the world wind review, one sky and one underground. Many "progressives" from North America, South America, Europe, Asia and so on came to visit him like a pilgrimage.

According to Daniel's integral theory, people come all the way here. If you don't leave any evidence to visit here, you can't take back the integral. No one wants to work in vain.

So song ya, who is regarded by Michelle as a good helper, has to work hard not only to help her watch a large group of children, but also to be a temporary team photographer to get off the plane, take team photos, take group photos outside the airport, and take friendly photos with local equal rights organizations who come to pick up the plane. Before getting on the bus, she has to pull up a banner to take another round.

Rolls of Kodak film were taken out of Michelle's bag and put back again. Song Ya's portrait photography technology improved rapidly. Of course, he would never forget his own share.

After a simple night's rest, everyone went straight to a local black school. American teenagers took out small gifts and gave them to the students here. At this time, song Ya was familiar with the way to take pictures. When the gift was handed to the other party, the giver and the recipient touched the gift at the same time, showing a brilliant smile and the activity banner behind them Song Ya pressed the shutter accurately and the film quality was highly praised.

Then there was a short local summer camp where black, white, yellow and white governments worked hard to create a harmonious picture of the friendly coexistence of young people of all ethnic groups. After a few days of boring summer camp activities, song Ya even began to play with his own free hand. He took a picture of a black and white child passing by without any expression, and then moved in the opposite direction. Later, he was selected in the United States equal rights Photography Exhibition for several times. In fact, the two children have a good relationship, but it is not hindered by the Americans who are thousands of miles away from giving them various kinds of things Various interpretations.

The final play, of course, is to meet Mandela.

Under the guidance of the ANC staff, Michelle led everyone to line up to shake hands with her. Claire, who left the plane and parted ways, appeared again and stood gracefully beside Michelle.

"Can it be our turn?"

Song Ya looked at the front of a few large teams, some mutter, come all the way can be for this group photo.

"Yes, it should be..."

Michelle is a little uncertain. She and Claire certainly need not worry about themselves. The ANC will not neglect the donkey party behind them.

As a result, they were really afraid of something. When it was the turn of the group in front of them, the staff began to place rows of stools outside, telling everyone that there was no separate handshake, only big group photos.

"Mr. Mandela is old, and his long prison life makes him lack of energy. We have to speed up the progress..." The ANC people explained.

Song Ya's face is black.

Fortunately, Michelle took care of him and put him in the middle of the second row, just behind Mandela.

When it was their turn, song Ya asked a staff member to sit down with the other children in order.

Before long, Mandela appeared.

Compared with the posters on the wall of the school canteen, the old man has become richer, but his spirit is far less than that. It seems that he is really tired.

Michelle and Claire came forward to shake hands with him, and reporters flashed with flashing lights.

Song ya, who didn't have that status, had to sit down and smile and stare at the old man with reverent eyes. The rest of the light swept the position of the camera, slightly adjusted the body orientation according to the lens sense learned by participating in the MV shooting several times, and also moved forward half of his body position, so as to ensure the effect of entering the camera.

Mandela first delivered a brief speech to the effect that the youth of the world join hands to fight against racial discrimination. Then he thanks the donkey party, Michelle's equal rights organization and Claire's charity organization, and then sat down with a group of senior officials of the African National Congress.

Michelle and Claire, left and right, held the old man firmly in the middle.

"Closer to the back."

After a few minutes, song Ya noticed that the old man in front of him reached for the back of his chair and wanted to get up.

"Be careful."

He stepped forward decisively and helped each other.

"Thank you! Getting older After a day's photography... " The old man shook his head and mumbled thanks.

"It's OK. It should be."

Song Ya smiles and sends him to the hands of the ANC, then turns back and gives Michelle a clear look.

"You are very clever." Claire also noticed the scene.

"I respect him very much."

Song Ya came back to the spot, and then quickly took advantage of the chaos of the children's departure to find the staff with the camera, "did you get it? Did you get them all just now? "During a trip to South Africa, everyone had a lot of good memories. Before leaving South Africa, Michelle carefully checked the film in her bag at the airport, and found that the camera couldn't be filled in. So she simply gave the Leica M3 to song Ya as a thank you for his hard work in taking photos.

"You don't mind the old style, do you? After all, your income is much higher than mine. " Michelle quipped.

"How could it be!" Song Ya plays with the camera in his hand. He really likes photography these days. "I like this pure mechanical feeling."

Just as the plane was late, song Ya packed the film and walked around the airport to shoot something at will.

It's still apartheid, and the vast majority of the airport staff are white, although it won't show up in the international passenger area.

Shooting, the camera frame to a group of young and lovely white girls.

they are all tall and thin. According to song Ya's experience, they are definitely modeling industry. Their age is similar to their own. Of course, they make complaints about their appearance.

The girls soon noticed the flash. They were used to it. They looked at Song Ya and then talked and laughed.

Song Ya adjusted the focus and gradually focused on one of them.

This white girl is a standard blonde girl. When she smiles, her flesh apple flesh and dimples are very conspicuous. She looks like the pure and bewitching temperament of Monroe when she was young. She stands out among all the spareribs in terms of appearance and figure.

"It's about the same height as Mila, but much bigger than her chest."

Song Ya can't help but get closer and closer.

At this time, those girls are not happy, a spareribs girl came forward to block the camera, "Hey, Americans never know how to be polite?"

As a black man, in order to be safe in South Africa, Sonya's backpack is pasted with a sticker of the American flag. If it is a black South African, they will not be so polite.

"Well, I'm sorry."

Song ya, who is half black, doesn't feel embarrassed. He puts down his camera and starts boasting, "meet me, I'm a composer. My name is Alexander song. You may have heard my nickname, aplus..."

The girls looked at each other and shook their heads together.

“APLUS？ It's the one... "

Behind the girls came a middle-aged white woman, "Hello, I'm their agent..." She held out her hand. "Your song Well, that song is not available here, and most of our business is in Europe. "

"Hello."

Now that someone knows himself, it's better to do it. He shakes his hand and takes a few steps to the girls. "There are many opportunities in the United States. I know the senior leaders of EMI and Colombia. Maybe I can help."

The girls continued to look blank.

"Vogue magazine, do you know?" Song Ya quickly turned the topic to the fashion industry.

"Of course! Of course we know it! " The girls came to the spirit in an instant and chattered around him. Unfortunately, the blonde was the most reserved one.

Song Ya said casually, "their editor in chief, Ms. Anna Wintour, we have also cooperated."

"Really?" The female agent was a little wary, she began to look up and down song ya.

"It's true. If you don't believe it, wait until next month for the cover of Vogue's U.S. edition. The cover will be Mira Jovovich, the singer of the song I wrote and composed."

Song Ya's words are not a lot of deception. He took out the business card of "president a + audio" and handed it to the other party, "if you want to come to the United States to develop, you can find me."

Then he took out another one and put it into the hands of the blonde girl. "When you come to America, remember to look for me." He smiles and discharges.

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