The car drove to a relatively quiet and remote old street in Nancheng District, slowly slowed down, and stopped by the street under the guidance of Guo Dongyue.

Zhang Zian and two cats got out of the car first.

In the days before liberation, Nancheng District was the most prosperous area of ​​Binhai City, with many foreign consulates and offices. Now the buildings have become memorial halls or museums. At this time, the street where they are located is adjacent to Embassy Street, so they still maintain the same appearance as decades ago. On both sides of the not-so-spacious street, rows of French sycamore trees are planted, and golden leaves are rustling in the late autumn wind. From time to time, dead leaves are blown off by the wind, covering the ground with golden yellow.

The weather was good today. It was a bit cold and cloudy in the morning, but it was completely clear at noon. The sunlight pierced straight from the gaps between the branches and leaves like countless sharp swords, creating mottled and changing light and shadow on the roof.

"What a good weather." Zhang Zian said to himself, "It's just right for a walk."

He bent down and picked up a complete fallen leaf, raised it to the sun, and could clearly count the veins on the back of the leaf.

There are no particularly tall buildings on both sides of the street, at most three floors, many of which have Western architectural styles. There are several buildings with private gardens that look like villas from foreigners in the past, statues of goddesses in the fountains, well-pruned shrubs, swings swaying in the wind, reliefs of wings with little angels, intoxicating exoticism... How to say, compared to contemporary Chinese architecture, it really looks tall and superior.

Guo Dongyue also got out of the car with a bird cage, and the driver waved his hand and drove away.

"What do I do?" Guo Dongyue looked down at himself, not understanding why Zhang Zian stared at him.

"Nothing." Zhang Zian shrugged.

In fact, just now, he thought that Guo Dongyue would become a designer, which is probably related to growing up on this street full of artistic and romantic atmosphere. People are always affected by the growth environment, just like when he grew up in a pet store, he became interested in pets.

The environment shapes people's words.

Perhaps because of noon, there were few pedestrians on the street. You could see a few young people who looked like college students taking photos with their cameras. Several other girls in exaggerated anime costumes were models for them, holding giant weapons imitating foam plastic to pose in a proud or pitiful look.

Zhang Zian felt that the young people looked familiar, as if they had met at the top of Yinwu Mountain. It seemed that they had finally found the subject. As for the appearance of the girls... Sorry, the makeup was too thick and I couldn't tell.

This street is indeed the best place to shoot Y. The old atmosphere of the declining European nobles is particularly stylish.

The background they chose was outside a Gothic church. The church was not too big, about four floors high, with a mixed structure of red floor tiles and wood. There was a towering Gothic bell tower on each side. On the spire of each bell tower, a pure white cross stood, just like the church gave ordinary people solemn, solemn and conservative.

With this church as the background, it is possible to claim to foreigners that they were taking photos in Europe.

Outside the fence of the church, the group of people in the photography club were having a lot of fun. Because there were fewer pedestrians, there were fewer onlookers, especially the lack of the wretched uncle. The only problem was that the weather was quite cold now, and the girls were dressed very cool, with their thighs and arms exposed, and they shivered when the wind blew. There was also a girl who had just put on her look and was sneezing with a big ladyless demeanor, which happened to be sprayed on a professional and expensive SLR camera...

The people from the photography club were probably also novices. After fiddling with the camera for a long time, they couldn't find the right angle and light. This made the companion who was responsible for raising the reflector, and both arms were sore...

"My home is in that alley." Guo Dongyue pointed at an inconspicuous saying, carrying a bird cage.

The two were walking forward, and they heard the sound of stomping on the fallen leaves quickly from behind.

"Hey, wait a moment, please wait!"

Zhang Zi'an looked back and saw that it was a tall boy in the photography club who was crossing the road with his long legs. Seeing Zhang Zi'an turn around, the tall boy waved at him and signaled them to wait.

Waiting for a truck to roll up a pile of fallen leaves of sycamore trees, they drove over rumbled. The tall boy crossed the road and ran to Zhang Zi'an, breathing a little.

"Then what... can you lend your cat to use?" said the tall boy.

"Ah?" Zhang Zi'an was stunned, "Lend my cat?"

"Yes, our club is shooting works. The OSers think your cat is pretty, so let me come and borrow it." The tall boy turned around and pointed at their club.

When Zhang Zian saw that their club had suspended shooting at this time, they were all looking at this side. Several female osers were wearing green military coats and shrank into a ball.

"...Your club activities are not something you bring to your own?" he asked.

The tall boy nodded, "Yes."

"Then why don't the cat bring its own?"

The tall boy was speechless, "Actually, I didn't have this plan at the beginning. These were not the ones who saw your cat, so I started to think about it temporarily."

"I'm sorry, I refuse." Zhang Zi'an said simply.

"Why?" asked the tall boy in surprise.

"It's all my business for you to take photos of girls!" Zhang Zian saw through the truth at first sight. Their so-called photography club is nothing more than taking photos to pick up girls. As a single dog, how can Zhang Zian make wedding dresses for others?

Simple and straightforward truths are often the most hurtful.

The tall boy grabbed his hair in embarrassment and looked back at his companions. The companions didn't know that he had encountered a soft nail, and they still waved at him with a smile and urged him to get faster.

He silently took out his mobile phone and started Alipay, lowered his voice and said to Zhang Zi'an: "Can I spend money to rent? Is it okay to rent for one day... no, how much does it cost to rent for half a day?"

Zhang Zian: "..." In order to please girls, are you trying so hard?

"I'm sorry, we still have something to do, and we can't play with you." He refused decisively, not because of jealousy, but because of fear that the good young people would go astray.

"Wait!" The tall boy stopped them, "You may not know that the photos we took this time will be sent to the school photography exhibition and will be uploaded online."

Zhang Zian didn't understand what he meant, "So what?"

"Think about it, wait until our photos win the grand prize at the school photography exhibition, and when our club's exclusive oser becomes popular online, isn't your cat also honorable?" said the tall boy confidently.

Zhang Zi'an: "..." Where did you get the confidence of honey? 8)
Chapter completed!