"You and Dr. Cheng used to have similar meanings. Even if you want to shoot, you hope that the meaning you express is bright and upward," Fang Yin said. "Our opinions are not completely unified, but this time, as far as this topic is concerned, are you interested?"

Xiang Xi did not answer immediately, and looked at Cheng Boyan, but Cheng Boyan didn't say anything.

But to be honest, Fang Yin's last few words touched him, just as he persistently wanted to capture the light, he was also walking, running, trying to move forward, and trying to move upward.

He was silent for a while before speaking: "Do you give me money?"

Cheng Boyan laughed out loud.

"I thought you were going to say... You really... there was no change in this regard," Fang Yin laughed. "Give the money. If you want to come to my studio, we will talk in detail, and there is no need to reply to me immediately. You can think about it. Just give me an answer before this weekend."

"Then I... think about it." Xiang Xi said.

After hanging up the phone, he smiled at Cheng Boyan for a while: "Are you crazy?"

"Are you interested?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"If it's really the subject," Xiang Xi thought for a while, "it seems quite interesting. What do you think?"

"As long as you don't use your photos to make a mistake, you can make your decision. You are all people with ID cards." Cheng Boyan reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

"Then...I'll go and talk to him?" Xiang Xi said.

"Well, if you want, you can add another condition." Cheng Boyan said.

"What conditions? Increase money?" Xiang Xi's first reaction made him amused, "Hey, what I am most persistent about is probably money."

"Take him the photos you took," said Cheng Boyan. "Let him pick two and put them out for the exhibition, with the words "I See the Light" - author Xiang Xi."

"What?" Xiang Xi was stunned.

"Let him use your photo, even one," Cheng Boyan glanced at him. After turning off the interchange, he parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and looked at Xiang Xi, "Remember to ask him to give the money."

"You are kidding," Xiang Xi came to his senses and shook his head quickly. "That's a serious photographer's serious works exhibition. What does my photos mean? Even if he wants to, I'm embarrassed."

"What's so sorry? You are not an indecent work taken by an indecent photographer," Cheng Boyan patted his shoulder. "Listen to me, talk to him, he doesn't agree, if he doesn't agree, you tell him that the money for using your photos will double."

Xiang Xi was silent for a long time, and finally laughed: "Hey, I only realized now that you are quite shameless in this regard."

"Let's try it. If you have the chance, try it. Anyway, he doesn't agree with you and you won't lose anything, right?" Cheng Boyan smiled.

Xiang Xi never thought about what the photos he took would be used for in the end. He just wanted to take pictures of all kinds of lights, what he saw, what he was in his heart.

Cheng Boyan has already sorted out nearly a thousand photos for him. Before he could even count the ones that were shot, Cheng Boyan copied the folder to the U disk again.

Cheng Boyan drove him to Fang Yin's studio and handed him the USB flash drive in the car: "Hold them all, he is professional, let him choose."

"You said," Xiang Xi pinched the U disk, "Will he think I'm sick?"

"I'm waiting for you here," Cheng Boyan patted the steering wheel. "Whoever wants to tell you, tell your father, dad, he immediately went in and unbuttoned his arms."

"Spiritable!" Xiang Xi cursed with a smile, and got out of the car with his bag.

Fang Yin’s studio is not big. It is on the top floor of a commercial and residential building and is not as decorated as a studio. If it weren’t for the photos on the wall and the various camera lenses on the table, it would be more like a private cafe.

When Xiang Xi entered, Fang Yin was the only one. It was probably his assistant had already gotten off work and he was sitting in front of the computer to work.

When he saw Xiang Xi, he was a little surprised and stared at him for a long time: "I feel like you have changed."

"I'm fat," Xiang Xi pulled her pants, "I've got my old pants."

"It's not the change of getting fat," Fang Yin hugged his arms and took a step back and looked at him, "but he couldn't say... What are you doing recently?"

"Make tea in the tea house," Xiang Xi sat on the sofa, put the bag next to it, stretched his legs, "Give him a glass of water."

"Tea House? Are you doing a tea ceremony show now?" Fang Yin was even more surprised, poured him a glass of water and sat down opposite him, "I know where the change is... temperament."

"I want to say that tea has cultivated me?" Xiang Xi smiled, "Don't be so sad, talk about serious things."

"Okay," Fang Yin nodded, took a notebook and put it in front of him, "Look at the photos first. This time I picked four photos and wanted to use them. The copywriting is also next to you. You can see if you have any ideas to tell me."

Xiang Xi has seen all the photos. Fang Yin has posted them on his studio website before, with some unpleasant texts.

However, when Xiang Xi saw these photos again for so long, he felt a little unfamiliar. The person with disdain in the corner of his eyes in the photo was his original self.

The photos have not changed, but the words are changed. The same picture and different expressions will give people a different feeling.

Xiaoz stood in front of the information bar, looking up at the recruitment notices of all sizes, with his back straight, as if he was about to take off, spread his wings, or run.

Xiaoz was a little dissatisfied with the subject to filming. In his opinion, I might not be a recorder, but more like a person who was pulling him behind him to stop him, so he popped the cigarette butt into the coffee in front of me.

Xiang Xi finished reading the photos and texts with a smile on his lips. Fang Yin wanted to use these photos and he felt that there was no problem. Fang Yin gave much more prices than he gave to him when he took photos before, and he had no objection.

"How is it?" Fang Yin asked him.

"Well, you use it," Xiang Xi took out the U disk from his pocket, "but... there is a condition."

"Tell me?" Fang Yin looked at the U disk.

"These are the photos I took," Xiang Xi put the U disk in front of him, "Look at it."

"How many shots have you taken?" Fang Yin opened the U disk in his laptop with interest, "So much?"

"Well, see if there is any shot that is successful." Xiang Xi suddenly felt a little nervous, just like the feeling when he sat behind the tea table for the first time and faced the tea lover.

Fang Yin didn't say anything, clicked on the photos and started to look at them one by one.
Chapter completed!