What is the photographer's experience of picking up girls?

When I first met her two years ago, I took a flashlight and drew a picture out of thin air on a sparsely populated road. Just like the one above.

I chose a place where there were few people, because I was afraid that there would be too many people watching it, because the action of drawing lights made me look like a psycho more or less.

Halfway through the design, she happened to be walking nearby. When she saw me holding a flashlight, she leaned in curiously. She looks fine. She should have just finished running, with some flushing on her cheeks and some wet bangs on her forehead, which is very touching.

Soon, the design was completed. As expected, she cried excitedly as soon as she saw the picture on the display screen. "Wow!" Then turned to sincerely sigh with emotion, "it's beautiful ..."

To tell you the truth, I often go out to take pictures and often hear such words many times, but I don't know why I just think what she said is the best.

I also went to the camera to see the effect. I thought that if the camera moved a little and put the street lamp on the golden section line, the picture would be better.

She is next door to me at the moment. I stole a look at her. Oh, it turns out that her side face is also very beautiful.

Just then, she suddenly looked up and asked me, "Can I play?" Her voice is beautiful, soft and MengMeng's.

I don't open my eyes when my eyes meet.

Although the deer in my heart is about to be killed, I still pretend to be a casual smile on my face. "Of course."

I said as I handed her the flashlight. She took it and ran to the camera. She was a little embarrassed and asked, "Can you draw anything?"

"Well ... it's best to draw stick figures. This is easier. "

Later, my friend's cell phone rang. After listening for a while, he hung up and told me that he had left in advance.

This sentence sounds natural to me. I suppressed my inner excitement and said to my friend lightly, OK, you go first. Then my friend left.

She picked up the flashlight and began to draw. I looked at the light track displayed on the display screen and looked puzzled. I asked her, what did you draw?

She said, I'm drawing Teenage Ninja Turtles.

I'm not ashamed: I can tell at a glance that it really looks like a painting!

She was overjoyed: Really?

I'm serious: well, really!

So you see, not only writers of novels can't be trusted, but also Chinese people who pick up girls can't be trusted.

Then my sister drew the last stroke and rushed to my side to see the effect. I can see that she is a little dissatisfied with her painting. I took the opportunity to explain to her the precautions for shooting the light track. She pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes, looked thoughtfully at the display screen and nodded her head from time to time to show her understanding.

At this time, I knew it was time to play cards according to the routine. I pretended to pause deeply for a moment and suggested, "why don't you write your name?" More memorable. "

"good!" On the other side of the camera, she smiled like a flower and started waving a flashlight.

Hirsch

Then I knew her name like this.

Later, it turned out that we painted together. The more people play with this kind of thing, the more fun it is. After each painting, we will look at the photos together to see what needs to be improved.

When we left contact information with each other, she said she wanted a photo as a souvenir. Later, I added her qq and sent her interesting photos on QQ. If she is interested, I will tell her composition and skills, and she will also take some photos and send them to me for advice.

After a while, they got to know each other. For a time, we talked very hot and stayed up all night. I don't know, maybe puberty hormones broke out and I was fidgeting. I tossed and turned in bed like fried raw fish, but I couldn't sleep. Then I talked to her, and she didn't shirk it. She talks to me all the time, and sometimes it's dawn when she talks. How kind this girl is!

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

He hesitated for a while, looked back at me faintly and said, no, maybe people just have insomnia.

Get out.

Besides chatting, I sometimes say hello when I meet you at school, but it's just a greeting. This situation has been going on for about a month. I decided to ask her out, of course, on the pretext of filming. In order to make this excuse look more justified, I also invited my friends.

I sent her a message:

We are going to make a film tomorrow night.

Come along.

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

Because it looks cool.

She said, but I have a class tomorrow night ...

I was wondering whether to change the time when I heard her say that I skipped class and went with you.

I'm so happy that my ass is flying. God, what could be more emotional than having a sister who would rather cut class go out with you?

The next night, we (me, her, my friend and his female ticket) went to the new town to take photos and chose a flyover leader to expose. I set up a tripod and she watched me busy. She was troubled by the faint fragrance of unknown flowers. I really want to ask which brand of shower gel and laundry detergent she uses, and I also want to buy it, because the smell makes me feel very comfortable.

I asked her if she would be bored.

She said, no, but she thought it was very interesting.

Then we started talking again. I told her all kinds of interesting stories I met during the filming. When I see her smile, her eyebrows are bent. At that time, I felt more satisfied than making a blockbuster.

It took two hours to take several long exposures, and one of them was satisfactory. At this time, my friend began to take a personal photo of his girlfriend, and laughter came from time to time.

Hey, your urban management will be angry.

It makes me a little embarrassed to look at the atmosphere with her dry eyes. I got up the courage to ask her, or should I take some pictures of you?

She brushed the broken hair behind her ear and said shyly, but I can't pose. ...

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

Then she posed under my guidance. I have to say that she is very photogenic. She just stood in front of the camera and basically didn't have to poss. She casually put her hand on the railing of the overpass and looked at the horizon. It's already emotional. At first I was so shocked that I forgot to press the shutter.

I asked her, what are you thinking?

She said, I want to know where the road ends.

She turned around and smiled at me. I quickly pressed the shutter and the picture stopped instantly.

When she heard the shutter sound, she was surprised and asked, Did you take my picture?

This is the most natural way. It looks good. I said.

She raised her eyebrows at me with distrust, and I said helplessly, just come and have a look.

She came up to me and looked close to the camera. I looked down and studied her expression carefully, but I don't know why her face turned red.

I didn't expect you to be so good at it. She said.

I don't want to blurt it out directly: the main thing is that people look good.

Then her face seemed a little red.

Unconsciously, after eleven o'clock, my friend and his girlfriend went straight home without being resident students, leaving me and her. When we get back to school, the gate is closed, a doorman stands guard at a small side door to check the student ID card, and then the people who come back at night will be deducted from the registration. Deduction points will ruin the scholarship.

I looked at her and walked away silently.

According to the plot of the novel, should we take her to the hotel next? Aromatherapy, candlelight, big bed ...

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

I demonstrated it to her, so I turned over first, took the camera and tripod she handed me from the fence, put them aside, then tied a stance and said to her, "If you fall, I'll catch you."

At this time, she was on the top of the railing, clutching her hands tightly, and said sadly, "I won't fall."

At this point, my heart is complicated. On the one hand, I hope she falls, so that I can save the United States as a hero. Turning around and looking back may deeply engrave my great image in her mind. On the other hand, I am afraid that she will fall. What if I can't catch her? ...

This is not cool at all.

Well, it won't fall, I said. Actually, I'd rather say that I would give you a hug if I could, because I saw the flashing red and blue lights on the patrol car of the school security guard.

She followed my eyes at the patrol car from far and near, and she had no time to be afraid, so she had to climb down trembling. So I found that the weakness of girls also depends on the occasion.

Our dormitories are located in the north and south areas respectively. After coming down from the fence, she asked me to go straight back to the dormitory without sending her back or even giving her a chance to hold hands.

2

Then it's summer vacation.

The summer vacation is long, because I can't see her.

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

It's beautiful.

The night before the end of the summer vacation, I saw her upload all the photos I took for her to qq space, and of course the one with her name on it. Strangely, the one with my name on it, two photos of me and her name side by side.

I wrote a picture of my name, and it was written backwards.

At that time, I showed her how to write a picture without turning it upside down. Of course, a big reason is to force her to write Chinese characters backwards.

Not long after, I found her photo album locked. I tried to enter her name, her birthday, and even shamelessly entered my name and my birthday, all of which showed a password error.

Well, it doesn't really matter.

I just don't understand why our names should be put together.

I think I should be happy, because in the eyes of the people who eat melons, there is an unspeakable ambiguity between these two names.

But I can't figure out her mind, so I'm afraid of happiness.

Then school started, and she didn't come to school for a week. I used almost all my roommates who could reach her. My roommate said that she had asked the class teacher for leave before school started. Originally, she said she had asked for three days off, and I haven't seen anyone for a week.

She asked me if my name was He Zhang Zhan and if I was her boyfriend (obviously she also saw the photos in the space), so I grew up. She took out her mobile phone, copied an address to me, and said, do you want to find her? It's up to you.

I clenched the note and turned and ran to the school gate.

In order to save the time of queuing to buy tickets, I first bought a ticket to her city online, which showed that the journey would take two hours.

By the time I found her home, it was already sunset. I remember the sunset was grand and red, and her eyes were red.

Later I learned that her parents were selling drugs behind her back. The night before school started, a group of plainclothes people rushed into her house to handcuff her parents, and then they were escorted to the police car.

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

She said that when her parents were escorted away, only one sentence was left: Take care of yourself.

She didn't shed tears, but her eyes were horribly red. I guess she has cried them dry these days.

I don't know how to comfort her, after all, I have never tried this experience. She sniffled and my heart sniffled.

I waited for her to calm down until it was completely dark, and then she suddenly remembered to ask me why I came suddenly.

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

She lowered her eyelashes and said nothing.

I said, "I am relieved to see that you are all right. I'm going back to school, with your parents ... "I was speechless. "Nothing, I am with you."

She whispered "thank you", jumped down the steps, turned around and said to me with her hand behind her back, "Why don't you go tomorrow? It is getting dark. "

I said, no, tomorrow morning is the principal's class, and no one can skip the principal's class.

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

Take me to the bus station. I registered for the bus. She suddenly tugged at my sleeve. I looked back at her unknown so. "What's the matter?"

She said, be careful.

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

She said four numbers, and I thought about it. That number had nothing to do with me, so I said "Oh".

But it's enough to keep me awake.

I downloaded a bunch of joke apps when I went back, and then sent them to her every day when I saw funny ones, and went to the canteen library to meet her. I am satisfied to see her come out of the shadows and become happy. As for love, let it be. In this way, after another half month, my roommate told me that it seemed that someone was chasing her. He said that he always saw another man sitting next to her in elective courses, talking to her or something.

This made me nervous and decided to act temporarily.

three

Ask her out one day, and she came to the place where she first met as promised. At that time, I had already set up the camera and debugged the parameters repeatedly.

She asked, "What are you doing, mystery?"

"You will understand."

Then I picked up my flashlight, went to the stone bench and started waving it.

"I used to be a person. Since you appeared in my life, I just want to say one word to you. Do you know what it is? "

She asked, "What is it?"

"Be my girlfriend."

She didn't speak, took the flashlight in my hand and walked forward. She held a flashlight across the air, starting from the top, drawing an arc to the upper left, and then drawing an arc to the lower right. ...

The track forms a heart.

four

And then we were together.

Not long after graduation, her parents released her. She said she didn't want to be too far from home. So after graduation, I went to her city, rented a single room of 40 square meters and lived together. Usually I cook and she washes the dishes. Occasionally, I cook and I wash dishes. I take my own class and go out to make a movie after the holiday.

She is my exclusive model. We have a Weibo which is full of our works. The number of fans has changed from double digits to five digits, and gradually accumulated some fame. Later, I was often invited to shoot for them, and occasionally a magazine invited me to shoot. She not only became my exclusive model, but also accepted the invitation of others. She has been laughing and saying that she has finally become a person who lives by her face value.

I always laugh at this time, but I feel a little distressed, because I know she wants to earn more money from milk powder.

By the way, we have our own children.

She said that I must take more photos of her before she gets pregnant, or she won't look good when she gets fat. I always tell her that even if she is fat, it is the most beautiful ball in the world.

We are going to change to a bigger house, which is already good. The whole wall from the living room to the dining room is floor-to-ceiling glass. She said that with good lighting, we can make a simple studio.

Born in Sri Lanka, what can a husband ask for?

If I have to answer, what has photography brought me these years?

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

five

This story is beautiful, isn't it?

If her boyfriend didn't show up to pick her up when she first met her two years ago.

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