Shadow Bride

However, that didn't matter to Su Xingyu.

Based on her relationship with Zhuang Heng and Su Xingqi, they couldn't beat her if they were good or bad.

She turned around and tried to find a way to solve her problem. In any case, even if no model is willing to cooperate, she will take pictures of this environmental protection advertisement.

She walked to the big tree where equipment was piled up not far away. There were a lot of props prepared by the organizer, of all kinds, for models and photographers to choose from. She bent over to pick and choose, trying to find a suitable prop to express the theme of this time-since no one is available, use props. Who stipulates that environmental photography can only shoot people?

After picking up for a long time, she picked up an African tambourine.

It is a national musical instrument covered with old leather and beautiful patterns. Its exquisite appearance is like a work of art.

She wondered if she could shape the drum a little, put it at a few angles, and take pictures of the desolation that the grassland is still in, but it's a human being.

But I didn't think it over, I felt that my hand was empty, and the djembe was snatched by the hands that protruded from the diagonal thorn. She looked up and saw Su Xingqi in a red folded silk shirt standing in front of her with the drum in her arms, smiling smugly. "This drum is mine." Su Xingqi said relaxedly and comfortably.

"It was my fancy first." Su Xingyu blocked her way.

Su Xingqi disdain: "What do you think of it first? I said that if I want it, I want it. If you are unhappy, you bit me."

Of course, Su Xingyu couldn't really bite her, but he didn't want to give up when encountering such a thing, and still blocked her way: "Let down things."

"I won't."

"Then you don't want to leave here for half a step."

Su Xingyu's figure is slender and smaller than Su Xingqi. Originally, he couldn't fight with bare hands, but at this time Su Xingqi had such a big drum in his hand, it was not easy to get rid of Su Xingyu's interception. The two stood in a stalemate and confronted each other in the cool wind of the mountains.

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Heng walked over, his face darkened, "Su Xingyu, it's you again?"

"Put down the drum." Su Xingyu still said.

"Otherwise?" Zhuang Heng asked.

"Otherwise you won't be able to get out of here." Su Xingyu looked straight into Zhuang Heng's eyes with a pair of clear eyes. She has now seen through the weakness of this woman, "Zhuang Heng, don't you like to pretend? Pulling and pulling will destroy the image of your famous Shuyuan. But if you don't pull and pull, you don't seem to be able to take Su Xingqi and such a big drum. It's not a question of how I do it, but what you should do."

Zhuang Heng secretly scolded Su Xingqi for being stupid, saying that he was coming over to find Su Xingyu's troubles, but he was stopped here in a dilemma, and he had to rely on her to rescue him.

She quieted for a while, and soon had an idea, took a few steps and took out a small stool from the pile of props under the big tree, and said to Su Xingqi, "Sit down."

Su Xingqi didn't understand what she meant, but since it was Miss Zhuang's order, she sat down obediently.

"Since Su Xingyu won't let you leave, let's take pictures here," Zhuang Heng smiled softly, elegantly and calmly, "Anyway, the scenery here is also good. Qiqi, you pose for a few moments, I I’ll take pictures beautifully.” As he said, he really picked up the camera he carried with him, and took a test shot at Su Xingqi.

Su Xingqi suddenly realized that, yes, Su Xingyu won't let them go, so they will take pictures here! Miss Zhuang is so smart!

She flattened the drum proudly, as if to anger Su Xingyu, and she really slapped the African tambourine several times: "Haha, this drum is really good, I want to take a few more shots."

Zhuang Heng also smiled: "Okay, I will help you take as many pictures as you want, Qiqi, you are so beautiful, and you look great on drums."

Su Xingqi listened to Zhuang Heng's praise and beat the drum more vigorously.

The quality of the drum was good, and the sound spread far away. Many photographers and models nearby were attracted to look over here, and some even during the intermission, just gathered to watch Su Xingqi play the drums.

"Is this an African tambourine? It looks pretty."

"Ms. Zhuang's composition is very good. This shot of yours happens to treat the model's drumming hand as the golden section point. The light is also suitable." Someone stood behind Zhuang Heng looking at her camera's viewfinder screen.

Others are listening to Su Xingqi's clapping: "But, Miss Su Xingqi, do you know how to play drums? How come it sounds like you knock a few times."

Su Xingqi just deliberately beat Su Xingyu indiscriminately, and there is no rule to follow. At this time, he heard people comment like this but was not happy: "Drumming is not easy? Let me call you."

With that, Bi just knocked hard, but it still looked messy and awkward.

Su Xingyu who was on the side was snatched by them and wanted to rush forward to grab it back. At this time, seeing Su Xingqi playing so badly and full of confidence, I couldn't help but want to watch her for a while to see her embarrassed.

And Zhuang Heng, who was holding the camera, turned his head and saw Su Xingyu smiling but not smiling. Knowing that she was taunting Su Xingqi, he said to Su Xingqi in a gentle voice: "Kiki, I will teach you how to beat. You follow three beats. Play in a group of three beats, two strong and one weak, understand?" She once learned a little piano lesson from a private teacher. Although it is different from drums, she still has some basic musical sense.

So Su Xingqi really fought according to the regular rhythm of two strong and one weak, and it sounded much smoother than just now.

Several photographers and models around all exclaimed: "Ms. Zhuang is still very good, and she is proficient in all kinds of instruments, even the African tambourine. Such a guide to Miss Su Xingqi, it really sounds good."

Zhuang Heng smiled modestly: "Where is Qiqi herself smart and talented."

Su Xingqi played the drums smoothly. In addition to the robbing of Su Xingyu's stuff, she was very happy, and said jokingly: "I am not good at Ms. Zhuang, Ms. Zhuang is a master of temperament."

"You two have a great sense of music, it's amazing."

"Yes, that's..." There were waves of compliments from the crowd.

Su Xingqi beat the drum more vigorously, but at this moment, someone raised their head inadvertently, and suddenly his face changed greatly: "Look!"

Looking in his direction, I saw a few horses rushing out from the depths of the shade of the hillside. The head of the horse was red with a touch of surprise. The female rider on the horseback leaned slightly towards this side. When she rushed, the mountain wind dazzled her long hair and fluttered wanton. Behind her, several other tall black horses rushed towards this side under the control of their respective riders!

"Danger! Disperse quickly!"

The photographers and models here yelled and dodged one after another, lest they would be hit by the sudden horses, that was no joke!

Su Xingqi was the most miserable in the jump, sitting on the side of the tambourine, she moved a step slower than others before she could stand up, and the red horse headed by her had already rushed to the front!