Restart the Flying Age

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

　　 Turned out to be the nanny taking care of An Rong, Wu Tao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled confidently: "Hello Aunt Zhang."

　　 Aunt Zhang nodded, took a look at Wu Tao, and put him in the category of'An Rong's Free Coolies'. In her opinion, the daughter of a family background like Anjia wouldn't find such a shabby poor boy to be her uncle.

　　 "You talk first, and the food will be ready in a while." After bringing two cups of tea, Aunt Zhang greeted her and walked into the kitchen.

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

　　 "Okay." Since Mom and Dad are not there, he doesn't feel too restrictive.

　　 Passed through the glass door and entered the fragrant penthouse, which was An Rong's room.

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

　　 From the background, it should be several scenic spots in Jinling. The rumors of Anpa being released from the provincial capital do not seem to be groundless.

On the 　　 stage is a four-speaker dual-card portable recorder with a silver-white body and a square shape, showing a full sense of age. And there are two rows of tapes next to them. It seems that these are An Rong's secret weapons for listening.

The newspaper rack next to 　　 is filled with various newspapers and newspapers, and the bookshelf is full of various books, especially the two types of magazines, Zhiyin and Popular Photography.

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

　　 Phoenix DC838 is the SLR that An Rong gave him back then!

　　 Now I take care of it very carefully, and at first glance, it is her beloved thing.

　　 After high school in her previous life, she gave this camera to herself. It was not so much a rejection of her hobby of photography, but rather a statement.

　　 It's only a pity that I didn't understand her painstaking efforts at that time, and I was even weaker to respond to her statement. So much so that she was depressed and unhappy, and eventually traveled across the ocean alone without any further news.

　　 "Do you like this camera?" Seeing Wu Tao staring at the camera in a daze, An Rong asked.

　　 Wu Tao came back to his senses: "Phoenix DC838, a very good SLR film camera. It is enough for the introduction of photography."

　　 After saying that, he remembered that the posters and advertisements for the farmhouse haven’t been done yet, so he took the opportunity to say: "I will use it when I finish the exam. I want to shoot a vineyard theme."

　　 "Okay, I'm also a violent thing in my hands anyway." An Rong said in frustration. It can be seen that Wu Tao's publication of an article in a bosom friend has dealt a big blow to her photography hobby.

　　 "Don't be discouraged, you forgot what I promised to teach you?"

　　 "Yes!" An Rong raised her eyebrows, her bright eyes blooming like two bends of clear springs: "Come over and take a look at my work..."

　　 around the bookshelf, a wall of dazzling photos stood in front of me.

　　 "How's that? Isn't it particularly bad?" An Rong was expectant and nervous.

　　On professionalism, Wu Tao cannot be compared with those famous photographers. But the ink in his stomach is more than enough to point An Rong.

　　 "From the context of the work, you have made significant progress in framing, composition, and depth of field. So you don't want to underestimate yourself, as long as you stick to it and keep learning, you will definitely be able to shoot better works."

　　 An Rong was greatly encouraged, when Aunt Zhang’s voice came from the living room: "It’s time to eat."

　　 "Then I will go first."

　　 "Don't!" An Rong was excited when she heard that, how could she let him go easily.

　　 "Auntie Zhang, I want to stay with Wu Tao for a meal, so you can cook another dish."

　　 Aunt Zhang in the living room shook her heart. Just now An Rong brought the poor boy into the room, she was already a little bit guilty. Now I have to stay for dinner, this relationship is obviously not ordinary.

　　 But the person who came was a guest. Since An Rong had spoken, Aunt Zhang could not drive people out, so she could only agree.

　　 The two returned to the living room. On the square dining table, there were four dishes and one soup, a steamed fish, a bowl of braised pork, cucumber with vermicelli and dried green beans, plus a large bowl of egg custard, which was quite rich.

　　 "So many dishes, will Secretary An and Auntie come back to eat?"

　　 An Rong pouted her lips and said, "They are all busy people. I haven't eaten with them for almost a month, so please sit down."

　　 "Then why are four stools placed?"

　　 Suddenly a proud "meow" came, and An Rong smiled: "Isn't this coming?"

　　 I saw a yellow tabby cat walking proudly at a frivolous pace. The lazy cat's eyes glanced at the stranger Wu Tao, exuding a glimpse of cold light. Then he leaped gently, jumped on the stool and sat down, staring at the food on the square table like an old monk.

　　 "Is it going to eat with us?" Wu Tao curiously asked.

　　 An Rong sat down opposite the tabby cat and said, "Golden Retriever doesn't eat with us. It is my mother's darling and has her own special cat food."

　　 "Golden Retriever? Why did you name a dog."

　　 ‘Meow’ Golden Retriever yelled dissatisfiedly, and the cat's eyes were full of disdain when he looked at Wu Tao.

　　 Aunt Zhang smiled and reminded: "Wu Tao, don't mess with the golden retriever, it has a big temper."

　　 There was a flash of light in Wu Tao's mind, and he thought of the biggest problem in An Rong's work.

　　 "Do you know what is most lacking in your work?"

　　 An Rong shook his head blankly~www.novelmt.com~ Your work lacks intention and ideas. Others don't know what you want to express. "

　　 "For example, if you are asked to shoot Golden Retriever, what characteristics do you think you should show it?" It's not that he made it so professionally.

　　 There is a motto in the photography industry in previous life: first-rate photography depends on ideas, second-rate photography depends on technology, and third-rate photography depends on equipment.

　　 It was precisely when he saw the golden retriever that he grasped the biggest crux of An Rong's work in an instant.

"You see, the golden retriever is different from other domestic cats. It is proud and its eyes are full of contempt. This kind of contempt is a bit ridiculous to us humans, but the contrast is very strong. To be precise, it should be called dumb. Moe! If you can capture this point of it and show it perfectly, the work will naturally succeed."

　　 "Then you teach me now?"

　　 "Okay." Wu Tao said cheerfully: "I will take a photo of the golden retriever's proud charm to humans and show it to you."

　　 An Rong brought the camera, and Wu Tao adjusted it skillfully. Using the light that entered the window at noon, he perfectly captured the golden retriever sitting proudly from an upward angle.

　　 From different angles, Wu Tao took several pictures in a row. Faced with his movements, the Golden Retriever sat motionless on the stool, but a glimpse of cold light flashed in the cat's eyes from time to time.

　　 Stupid humans...

　　 After shooting, Wu Tao pointed out a few angles for An Rong to experience.

　　 An Rong watched for a while and exclaimed excitedly: "I have never noticed that Golden Retriever still has such a cute side, your observation ability is so keen..."

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

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