Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 201 The funeral is just a curtain call
In early April, Chen Pingsheng has been busy filming the album.

I usually take some private work from Professor Li and take some photos at funerals.

As for the price, he has not increased it because for him, this is no longer a pure act of making money, but a kind of creation.

He has already made an agreement with the families being photographed and plans to publish a photo book in the future.

Regarding the image rights, he also made it very clear that all the proceeds he received from this photo album will be used for public welfare and will not be used for his own personal use.

Therefore, under Chen Pingsheng's persuasion, most of them agreed to sign a portrait rights agreement.

Therefore, Chen Pingsheng has been quite busy during this period, and Vivian's photos are being taken step by step.

He planned to find a publishing house to publish the photos of Vivian after he finished taking them in July.

But before that, he still had to typeset "Beiliu Huohuo".

After doing the math, I seem to be publishing one after another in the second half of the year.

First came "The Decisive Moment", then "Beiliu Huohuo", and then "In Memory of Vivian".

Maybe there will be another photo series shot next.

With this output speed, it is not an exaggeration to say that he works harder than the donkeys in the photography production team.

Just as he was working hard on the computer, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Who plays the pipa..."

"Hello, how are you?" Chen Pingsheng asked after answering the phone.

"........."

"What?" His tone was a little shocked.

"........."

"Okay, no problem." Chen Pingsheng's voice faded.

"........."

"Teacher Li, please take care of yourself."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The mobile phone was placed on the coffee table by Chen Pingsheng. The screen showed the hung up call with a few words written on it: Teacher Li Jianghe of the Research Institute.

Chen Pingsheng tilted his head back and leaned on the sofa, trying his best not to let the heavy thoughts weigh down his cervical spine.

The sound of "beep" makes people feel a little irritated. It surrounds the entire living room, just like the intermittent crying sound coming from the black and white studio.

Chen Pingsheng's mind was still a little confused. He suddenly couldn't remember what he did yesterday, what he was doing today, and what he should do tomorrow.

It was as if the phone call had stirred up his mind, and all his thoughts were confused together, and then thrown into the sink, where they were washed away by the faucet.

He wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't.

Because he could see through his blurry eyes that the thick curtain fell on him, completely covering his mouth and nose, preventing him from breathing happily.

Hanging up the phone is just losing contact with someone.But being hung up on life means losing contact with the world.

This kind of terror is even more terrifying.

This was not the first time that Chen Pingsheng realized the panic between life and death.

But every time he heard these sudden news on the phone, he still felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.
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"Teacher Li, I'm here." Chen Pingsheng got out of the taxi and came to the funeral parlor.

There will be a "special" funeral here, and he will be the photographer at this funeral.

Following the prompts on the phone, he walked to the door of the funeral.

It was just five o'clock at this time, and the sky was not completely bright yet, but Teacher Li was already wearing black clothes, smoking a cigarette, waiting for him.

"Xiao Chen, here we come." Teacher Li's face looked a little haggard, and the bags under his eyes looked heavier than before. When he stood, he spread his legs to support his body.

"Yes." Chen Pingsheng looked inside the house, which was completely deserted. The family members were busy in the house, arranging many matters. There was not much sadness on their faces, but most of them had deep bags under their eyes.

"When did Mr. Chen leave?" After enduring a moment of silence, Chen Pingsheng finally couldn't help but speak.

Li Jianghe blew out the smoke, took a deep breath and said, "I left early yesterday morning."

Chen Pingsheng did not reply, just waiting for the next article.

"Brother Chen's health has not been very good. He has some heart problems. The doctor asked him to rest, but he has been unwilling." Li Jianghe stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and pressed it into the ashtray of the trash can next to him.

"After being hospitalized this time, we all advised him to have a good rest. But he refused, saying that he knew his body well. While there is still time, we must complete the project at hand."

Li Jianghe sighed.

"The family can't persuade him. This guy, despite his usually amiable attitude, is principled and very stubborn when faced with this kind of problem."

After speaking, he fell into silence again.

"You also express my condolences." Chen Pingsheng said, looking at the wreaths and photos placed in the funeral hall, and couldn't take his eyes away for a long time.

Because it was a photo he took of Mr. Chen Mu, a single portrait.

The old man stood in front of the window sill, holding the report in his hand and smiling happily. "Xiao Chen, do you know that it took us 20 years to get the data on this piece of paper!"

The voice still vaguely rings in the ears. Although the words are full of excitement, who knows how many difficulties and pains the old man has led his team to overcome in this long time for these data?
Li Jianghe turned his head and saw the photo, so he sighed: "Since you sent the photo, Brother Chen likes it so much that he even placed one on the table. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen him do anything other than He is so concerned about things other than scientific research."

Chen Pingsheng reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Let's go in." Li Jianghe patted Chen Pingsheng on the shoulder with his big, generous hand and led him into the house.

Later, under the introduction of Li Jianghe, Chen Mu’s family members all got to know Chen Pingsheng.

His eldest daughter Chen Xi even held his hand and thanked him.

"This is what I should do." Chen Pingsheng took the photo for free this time because although he didn't have much contact with Mr. Chen Mu, he admired these researchers from the bottom of his heart.

After communicating with Mr. Chen's family, he came to Mr. Chen Mu's coffin and lowered his head to look.

The old man was dressed in mourning clothes, and his face had been modified by a makeup artist, making him look particularly young.He seemed to just sleep peacefully, making people feel that he might be woken up in the next second, then open his eyes and smile gently.

Chen Pingsheng did not dare to look further. He bowed deeply to express his deep nostalgia.

Then he raised his camera and began to capture the details of the funeral.

Until 10 minutes before the official start.

There were already people standing outside the funeral hall. Reporters carried cameras. City leaders gathered together and talked in low voices. Colleagues from the institute and friends of Mr. Chen Mu smoked cigarettes but remained silent.

As time went by, Chen Pingsheng discovered that the clock on the wall was moving very slowly, as if it was unwilling to let this matter come to an end as soon as possible.

But the moment finally came.

The atmosphere at the funeral suddenly became solemn. Guests sorted by status came forward one by one and bowed in front of Mr. Chen Mu's photo.

It not only expresses admiration for his contribution in this life, but also recognizes his character.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Chen Pingsheng never stopped shooting his shutter.

This is the first time he has used a camera so wantonly.

In the past, he was deep and restrained, but this time he could not control his inner emotions.

I chose the most exposed shooting method.

He stood behind the crowd, picked up his camera, and photographed the expressions on the faces of the family members through the gaps.

Either sad, strong, or numb.

But he deliberately avoided tears. He didn't want his photos to become tear gas after so many years. He wanted to capture a kind of calm forbearance.

Tolerance of sorrow, tolerance of the fact that a loved one has passed away.

This is actually more cruel than venting, because these unspeakable emotions will torture them in people's hearts, like a bone-picking knife, cutting along the texture of their muscles one by one.

After a while, Chen Pingsheng came to the coffin in the center again. At this time, colleagues from the institute were looking at Chen Mu in the coffin.

Looking at the body of this old friend who has lost his soul.

One of the researchers wearing glasses was the saddest. Chen Pingsheng didn't know who he was. Maybe he was a disciple of Mr. Chen Mu, or maybe he was a junior he promoted.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and the muscles on his face were always tense. He had to rely on the help of others to walk smoothly.

At this moment, his left hand was firmly grasping the edge of the coffin, gritting his teeth, tears falling down one by one, but trying not to make a sound.

Seeing this, Chen Pingsheng came behind him, raised his camera, and took a picture of his hand and the reflective glass.

In the picture, the hands and the glass are in front of the visual field, and the body of Mr. Chen Mu can be vaguely seen in the back, but the face cannot be seen clearly due to the reflection.But the scene reflected in the glass just above my head happens to be the photo hanging on the wall, which creates a delicate balance in the entire photo.

Chen Pingsheng didn't have time to see whether his photos were good or not. Only by constantly shooting could he forget the sad facts, separate himself from his emotions, and face everything calmly...

"quack!"

The magpie finished the corn in the bowl, called a few times, and then tilted its head to look at the huge neighbor in front of it.

Reflected in its dark eyes, the neighbor kept staring blankly at the sky in the distance for an unknown amount of time. Then he sighed. After a moment of silence, he smiled again and said, "Have you finished eating?"

"Gah!"

Chen Pingsheng didn't know what it was talking about, so he could only assume it was answering in the affirmative.

After taking back the bowl, he suddenly babbled nervously to the magpie: "Do you think Mr. Chen Mu can go to heaven? Oh, God doesn't control this place. Then can he cast a good fetus and be a man in the next life? Rich second generation, don’t be so tired that you can’t even take time off when you’re in the hospital bed.”

The magpie didn't understand the neighbor's words, but he didn't open his mouth to disturb him.

After Chen Pingsheng said this, he suddenly laughed: "Forget it, maybe for him, a long life doesn't mean much."

He goes back into the house.

Life will not stop because of anyone's departure, nor will it change because of anyone's arrival.

Chen Pingsheng turned on the computer, looked at the photos on the screen, and took a deep breath: "Let's get started."

(End of this chapter)