lover beside

Chapter 96

Qing Huan looked back with a smile, the lens fixed on Ziheng, clicked the shutter, and recorded the Potala Palace in Ziheng's eyes, "Everyone who arrives here will have a unique mood in their hearts; Everyone has a Potala Palace, but it will change due to different moods and perspectives. Just like the Buddha said, the Potala Palace in everyone’s eyes is also in line with Buddhism Essence?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, please let me go..." Qing Huan was talking to Zi Heng when someone behind him spoke.

Qing Huan looked back, and there were dozens of people who looked like workers walking over carrying big iron shelves, red carpets and so on.The first fat middle-aged man greeted apologetically, "I'm sorry, little girl, we are going to set up a platform in this position, please make room!"

Qing Huan looked around curiously, "Uncle, what are you going to do?" It looked like the kind of stage set up in the open space in front of the mall, with a grass-stage team singing and playing, for promotion.But how could such a holy place allow such commercial activities?
The uncle smiled, "XZ is going to have its first fashion model show!"

"Ah? How come!" Qing Huan was stunned when he heard that.In fact, it’s not like no one has done such a motion. She pays attention to photography news and knows that in recent years, many photographers have tried to take models to the plateau to take pictures, but because the models can’t stand the altitude sickness, they are breathless and dizzy, so they can’t do it as usual. I gave up on posing, but I didn't expect to have a model show this time!
Qing Huan lingered and didn't want to leave.I am not only curious about how the models overcome altitude sickness, but more importantly - I suddenly miss Qing Jin so much...

It’s been almost a month since the big quarrel between the two before. Although Qingjin’s anger is still in my heart, the longing that is pressing in my heart has not subsided a day...Often, just On Bajiao Street in LS, there was a long-haired boy passing by, Qing Huan couldn't help standing still, turning his eyes to look.I always feel that under such a bright blue sky, when I look back, I will see the smile of the boy in my heart that is purer than that of the holy lake Namtso...

Ziheng smiled, "Want to see it?"

Qing Huan nodded, "Ziheng, believe me, today's event must be an important milestone! This should be the first fashion show on the plateau, and it may be the unprecedented one on the Potala Palace Square. I want to make it record it!"

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It is the solemn voice of the snail, the light melody of the bone flute, and the most familiar music on the snow-covered plateau—but, the most fashionable and trendy modern fashions are pouring in before you.If you close your eyes, you will be more deeply rooted in this land; if you open your eyes, you will be in a trance for a moment. Could it be that you are not standing in front of the square of the Potala Palace, but in Paris or Milan?
The international cutting-edge fashion elements are perfectly combined with the sanctity and lightness of the snow-covered plateau. In this cleanest world, the most brilliant new wind of the times is blowing!
All the people in LS were boiling, and the applause resounded throughout the Potala Palace Square!Qing Huan held up the camera and tried to squeeze out of the crowd, making his way to the backstage.Ziheng asked puzzledly, "Qing Huan, why are you going there? Isn't it possible to shoot a better film right in front of the stage?"

Qing Huan looked back and smiled softly, "No! I didn't want to take pictures of their glamor in the foreground, I wanted to take pictures of their real situation in the backstage! They must have worked hard and must be desperately resisting altitude sickness. They showed their most beautiful sides They are all reserved for a moment on stage, but their hard work hidden in the background is the most beautiful and touching!"

The scene was very noisy, music, applause, and cheers mixed together, Qing Huan could only shout loudly.But suddenly found that Ziheng's expression was wrong, Qing Huan hurriedly turned her head, and everyone in the big tent that served as the backstage looked up at her steadily.

Embarrassed, Qing Huan quickly bowed slightly, "I'm sorry to disturb everyone's work. I won't affect you, I'm just taking a few shots from the side, okay?"

In the dim light and shadow, the expressions of the models, stylists and assistants were a bit unclear. Qing Huan was at a loss. After all, he was only a student and not a photographer. He would definitely refuse to take pictures... Qing Huan Huan bowed his head and was about to turn around, but suddenly he heard an applause first from a dark corner of the tent, and then three, two, and a round of applause!A middle-aged woman who looked like a team leader looked at Qing Huan with a smile, "Welcome to shoot!"

Qing Huan was startled, and looked at the woman in disbelief, "Really? I, I'm not a photographer..."

The woman smiled and shook the Tibetan felt hat on her head, "In our line of work, I have seen too many photographers. It doesn't matter whether you are a photographer or not, what matters is whether the people who come to take pictures of us are willing Girl, your heart has won everyone's welcome, so you can take pictures with confidence, it doesn't matter!"

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Qing Huan carefully chose the angle, looking for a target that could express her feelings, and with a click, each scene was frozen.No one talked to her, everyone was busy, but Qing Huan didn't feel strange at all, as if she was born to be in such a working environment, as if she had an instinctive closeness to all this.

But it seemed that there was always a ray of gaze falling on her, but because of the light and shadow in the tent, it was still impossible to see where the gaze came from.

Until one roll of film has been used up, although one or two frames can be "pinched" in the end, the effect will definitely not be satisfactory.Suddenly, the light and shadow in front of his eyes turned, Qing Huan instinctively raised the camera, faced the backlit figure, and clicked the shutter!
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After Qing Huan thanked everyone politely, he carefully recorded the other party's company name, mailing address and contact number, and Bing asked for the other party's opinions, wondering if there were any objections to these films if they were published in the future.After receiving a friendly reply, Qing Huanfang left in peace.But after all, he still couldn't help it, and when he walked to the door of the tent, he looked back.In the halo of the backlight, that figure had disappeared.

Walking through the crowd with a strange feeling, I heard Tibetans talking, "Oh my God, that male model just now is so beautiful! He doesn't look like a person in real life, he looks like he walked out of a foreign pictorial people!"

[sixth of the eighth watch]

(End of this chapter)