What is it like for a photographer to flirt with girls?

1

When I first met her two years ago, I was doing light painting out of thin air with a flashlight on a road with few people. It's the one pictured above.

I chose a place with few people because I was afraid of too many people watching, because the action of doing light painting more or less makes me look like a psycho.

Halfway through the drawing, she happened to be walking nearby and saw me drawing randomly with a flashlight as if I was a ghost. She came over curiously. She is very good-looking. She must have just finished running. Her cheeks are still a little flushed, and her bangs are a little wet and resting on her forehead, which is very touching.

After a while, the pattern was completed. As expected, she exclaimed excitedly as soon as she saw the screen, "Wow!" and then turned to sincere emotion, "It's so beautiful... …”

To be honest, I have heard this saying many times when I go out to take pictures, but I don’t know why but I just think what she said is the nicest.

I also walked to the camera to see the effect, thinking that if the camera was moved a little further and the street lamp was placed on the golden section, the picture would be better.

She was next door to me at this time. I secretly glanced at her, oh, it turns out her profile is also very pretty.

At this moment, she suddenly raised her head and asked me: "Can I play too?" Her voice was nice, soft and cute.

When our eyes met, I opened my eyes somehow.

Although I felt like the little deer was about to be killed by the collision, I pretended to smile casually and said, "Of course."

As I spoke, I handed over the flashlight. After giving it to her, she took it, ran to the camera, and asked a little embarrassedly, "Can I draw anything?"

"Well... it's best to draw simple figures, it's easier. ”

Later, my friend’s cell phone rang. He hung up the phone after listening for a while and told me that he had something to do and had to leave first.

This sentence sounded like the sound of nature to me. I suppressed the excitement in my heart and said calmly to my friend, okay, you go first. Then the friend left.

She took a flashlight and started drawing. I looked at the light track displayed on the monitor and was confused. I asked her, what are you drawing?

She said, I am drawing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

I am not ashamed to say: I can see it at a glance, the painting is really like it!

She was overjoyed: Really?

I am serious: Well, really!

So you see, not only can’t you believe the words of the person who wrote the novel, but you can’t also believe the words of the person who flirts with girls.

Then the girl finished the last stroke and ran to me excitedly to see the effect. It was obvious that she was a little dissatisfied with her painting. I took the opportunity to explain to her the precautions for taking light tracks. She He pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, looked at the screen thoughtfully, and nodded from time to time to show understanding.

At this time I knew it was time to follow the routine. I paused for a while, pretending to be profound, and suggested: "How about you write your name? It would be more memorable."

"Okay!" She smiled like a flower on the other side of the camera and began to wave the flashlight in her hand.

He Shi.

Then I learned her name.

Later, we started painting together. The more people who play with light painting, the more fun it is. After each painting, we would get together and look at the photos to see what needs to be improved.

They left each other’s contact information before parting, and she said she wanted to take photos as a souvenir. Later, I added her on QQ, and I sent interesting photos to her on QQ. If she was interested, I would also tell her about composition and techniques, and she would also take some photos and send them to me for guidance.

The two of us got to know each other as soon as we went back and forth. For a while, we had a very lively conversation and talked all night long. How should I put it? Maybe it was because my hormones exploded during adolescence. I couldn’t rest in peace. I tossed and turned on the bed like frying raw fish and couldn’t fall asleep. Then I chatted with her, and she wouldn’t shirk away. She kept talking to me. It was getting bright while we were chatting.

How nice and kind this girl is!

I asked my roommate, if a girl will chat with you until three or four o'clock, does it mean that she is interested in you.

He pondered for a moment, turned around and glanced at me faintly, and said: No, maybe he just has insomnia.

Roll.

In addition to chatting, sometimes we would say hello when we met at school, but it was just a hello, and this lasted for about a month. I decided to ask her out, and the excuse was of course filming. To make this excuse seem more legitimate, I also called my friends.

I sent her a message:

We will go filming tomorrow night.

Let’s do it together.

I deliberately put the sentence "Let's get together" in the next sentence.

Because it looks cooler.

She said: But I have a class tomorrow night...

I was thinking about whether to change the time when I heard her continue: I skipped class and went with you. .

I feel so happy that my butt is about to fly. God, can there be anything more exciting than a girl who would rather skip class and go out with you?

The next night we (me, her, my friend and his girlfriend) went to take pictures in the new city and chose a long exposure on an overpass. I set up the tripod, and she was watching me busy beside me. There was a faint fragrance of unknown flowers lingering on her body. I really wanted to ask her which brand of shower gel and laundry detergent she used, and I also wanted to buy some. Because this smell makes me feel so comfortable inexplicably.

I asked her, would she feel bored?

She said, no, but she found it very interesting.

Then we chatted again. I told her all kinds of interesting stories I encountered during the shooting. I watched her smile with crooked eyebrows. The feeling at that time was actually better than taking a picture. Blockbusters are still satisfying.

After spending two hours taking several long exposure photos, I finally found one that I was satisfied with. At this time, my friend started taking personal photos of her girlfriend, and laughter came from time to time.

Hey, the city management will be angry if you do this.

As I was having sex with her, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. I mustered up the courage to ask her, how about I take some pictures for you too?

She pushed her broken hair behind her ears and said a little shyly: But I don’t know how to show off...

What’s this? You have my guidance. I patted my chest and promised.

Then she posed pos under my guidance. I have to mention that she was very photogenic. She just stood in front of the camera and basically didn’t need to pose. She just put her hands on the railing of the overpass and looked at the horizon in trance. It was so impressive that I was so stunned at first that I forgot to press the shutter button.

I asked her, what are you thinking about?

She said, I wonder where the end of this road is.

She turned back and smiled at me. I pressed the shutter quickly and the picture was frozen instantly.

She heard the sound of the shutter and asked in surprise, are you filming me secretly?

This is the most natural and looks pretty good. I said.

She raised her eyebrows at me with great distrust, and I said helplessly: Just come and take a look.

She walked up to me and looked closer to the camera. I lowered my head to study her expression carefully, but for some reason her face started to turn red.

I didn’t expect your skills to be really good. she said.

I blurted out without thinking: The main thing is that people are good-looking.

Then her face seemed to turn a little redder.

Unknowingly, it was past eleven o'clock. My friend and his girlfriend, who were not dormitory students, went home directly. She and I were left alone. When we returned to school, the main door was closed, and there was a small side door. There are guards standing guard to check student ID cards and then deduct points for those who return home at night. If points are deducted, the scholarship will be ruined.

She and I looked at each other and moved away silently.

If based on the plot of the novel, we should take her to the hotel next, right? Aromatherapy, candlelight, big bed...

Well, it turns out that my brain is full of shit, and I just took her to climb the iron fence.

I gave her a demonstration, so I climbed over first, took the camera and tripod she handed me from the fence, put them aside, then stood up and said to her: "If you fall, I will catch you."

At this time, she was at the top of the railing, holding on tightly with both hands, and said with a sad face: "I don't want to fall."

At this time, my The heart is complicated. On the one hand, I hope that she will fall down so that I can use my heroism to save the beauty. Turning around and looking back, my majestic image may be deeply engraved in her mind. On the other hand I'm afraid she'll fall if I can't catch her...

That's not cool at all.

Okay, no, no, I said. In fact, I would rather say that I would hug you if I could, because I saw the red and blue flashing lights on the school security patrol car.

She followed my gaze and saw the patrol car approaching from far away. She had no time to be afraid, so she had to climb out of the car cautiously. So I discovered that girls' weakness also depends on the situation.

Our dormitories are located in the north and south districts respectively. After we came down from the fence, she asked me to go back to the dormitory directly without sending her back. She didn't even give me a chance to hold hands.

2

Then it was summer vacation.

The summer vacation passed very long because I couldn't see her.

From time to time, I will dig out the photos I took of her, look at them one by one, and then look back one by one.

So beautiful.

The night before the summer vacation ended, I saw that she had uploaded all the photos I took for her to QQ space. Of course, there was also the one with her name written on it. The strange thing was that she still had it. There was the one with my name on it, and two pictures of me and her name side by side.

The one with my name was written by me, backwards.

At that time, I was showing her how to write without flipping the picture. Of course, a big reason was to show off, writing Chinese characters backwards is the most cool way.

It didn’t take long for me to find that her photo album was locked. I tried to enter her name, her birthday, and even shamelessly entered my name and birthday, all of them. Wrong password is displayed.

Well, it doesn’t really matter.

It’s just that I don’t understand why our two names are put together.

I think I should be happy, because in the eyes of the people who eat melons, there is some indescribable ambiguous relationship between these two names.

But I couldn’t figure out what she was thinking, so I didn’t dare to be happy.

Later, she didn’t come to school for a week after school started. I used almost all the contacts I could use to contact her roommate. The roommate said that she had something to do at home and asked the class teacher for leave before school started. I was originally asked for three days' leave, but I haven't seen anyone for a week.

She asked me if my name was He Zhanzhang and if I was her boyfriend (apparently she had also seen the photo in the space), and I nodded my head. She took out her mobile phone, copied an address and gave it to me and said, it's up to you whether you go to see her or not.

I clutched the note tightly, turned around and ran towards the school gate.

In order to save time in queuing for tickets on the bus, I bought a ticket to her city online. It showed that the journey took two hours.

It was already sunset by the time I found her house. I remember that the sunset was very grand and red that day, and her eyes were also very red.

Later I learned that her parents were selling drugs without telling her. The night before school started, a group of plainclothes men broke into her house and handcuffed her parents, who were then escorted into a police car.

It is said that justice will eventually defeat evil. For the first time, I hope that justice will always be late.

She said that when her parents were escorted away, they only left one sentence: take good care of yourself.

She didn’t shed tears, but her eyes were terribly red. I guess she had cried all her tears in the past few days.

I don’t know how to comfort her, after all, I have never tried this experience. She let out a sob, and my heart twitched hard.

I waited for her to calm down. It was not until it was completely dark that she suddenly remembered and asked me why I came all of a sudden.

I said, isn’t this nonsense? I’m worried about you.

She lowered her eyelashes and said nothing.

I said: "Now that I see that you are fine, I feel relieved. I have gone back to school. Where are your parents..." I was suddenly speechless, "It's okay, I will still stay with you."

She whispered "Thank you", jumped down from the steps, turned around and said to me with her hands behind her back: "Why don't you leave tomorrow, it's already dark."

I said, no, tomorrow morning is the principal’s class. If you skip anyone’s class, you can’t skip the principal’s class.

She smiled, sent me to the bus stop, and accompanied me on the bus.

After sending me to the bus station, I checked my ticket and went to take the bus. She suddenly pulled my sleeve. I didn’t know why and looked back at her, “What’s wrong?”

She said, you Be careful.

I said yes, thought about it, and asked, can you tell me the password of your album?

She named four numbers. I thought about it and realized that number had nothing to do with me, so I said "oh".

But this is enough to make me excited to the point of insomnia.

When I got back, I downloaded a bunch of joke apps, and every day I saw something funny I sent it to her, and I went to the dining hall library to bump into her. Seeing her step out of the shadows and gradually become happy makes me satisfied. As for love, let it take its course. Another half month passed like this, and my roommate told me that someone seemed to be chasing her. He said that he always saw another man sitting next to her in the elective course, talking to her and so on.

This made me feel like I was facing a formidable enemy, and I decided to take action at the last minute.

3

After looking for a day to ask her out, she came to the place where they first met as promised. At that time, I had already set up the camera and adjusted the parameters repeatedly.

She asked, "What are you doing? It's so mysterious."

"You'll know it just by looking at it."

After saying that, I took it He picked up the flashlight and walked to the stone bench and started waving the flashlight.

"I was always alone before. Since you appeared in my life, I just want to say one thing to you. Do you know what it is?"

She asked: " What is it?”

“Be my girlfriend.”

She took the flashlight in my hand and walked forward, holding the flashlight across the air. First, start from the upper point, draw an arc to the upper left, and then draw an arc to the lower right...

The light track forms a heart shape.

4

Later we got together.

Not long after graduation, her parents released her. She said she didn’t want to be too far away from home, so after graduation, I went to her city and rented a 40-square-meter single room to live together. She cooks the food and washes the dishes. Sometimes I cook and I wash the dishes. We each work our own classes. During the holidays, we go out to shoot movies together.

She is my exclusive model. We have a Weibo, which contains all our works. The number of fans has increased from two digits to five digits, and we have gradually accumulated some fame. Later, people often invited me to shoot for them, and occasionally magazines asked me to shoot for them. She also Not only does she become my exclusive model, but she also accepts invitations from others. She always smiles and says that she has finally become a person who relies on her looks to make a living.

I always laugh at this time, but also feel a little sad because I know she wants to make more money for milk powder.

By the way, we have our own child.

She said I must take more photos of her before her belly gets bigger, otherwise it won’t look good if she gets fat. I always tell her that even if she becomes a fat ball, she will still be the most beautiful ball in the world.

We are planning to move to a larger house. The house has been selected. The entire wall from the living room to the dining room is covered with floor-to-ceiling glass. She said that it will provide good lighting and can also be used as a simple photography studio. .

If you are born here, what more can you ask for?

If I were asked to answer, what have these years of photography taught me?

I will definitely answer, thank God for bringing her to me.

5

This story is beautiful, right?

If only her boyfriend hadn’t shown up to pick her up when he first met her two years ago.

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