Chapter 315 She Is Like Rain, Fog and Wind

Black and white photos are a test of a photographer's ability to compose pictures, after all, there is no color.

Without color, the light and shadow will become less intense and have no sense of hierarchy.

Su Zhengming also tried black and white processing, but most of his works failed.

"What, again?" Mrs. Qin didn't wear reading glasses, and after a cursory glance, she also saw a photo.

Su Zhengming coughed lightly, "I guess he was scolded."

But he swiped his finger down and clicked on the photo.

In an instant, Apple's 6.5-inch screen was occupied by black and white.

A glamorous girl with a light veil surrounding her body is fighting with her back to the camera. One beautiful foot is gently tiptoed, allowing people to see the beautifully arched soles, while the other seems to be lightly tapping in the air, with dexterous toes tight...

The monotonous color not only does not deprive the layering of the picture, but also becomes extremely rich and shocking!

It's like the original clusters of flowers suddenly gathered into a straight uppercut, hitting the face with a slam!

Speed, strength, explosiveness, all in this photo!

She gently holds the hem of the skirt with both hands, like a two-winged angel whose face cannot be seen clearly in the medieval murals... It has nothing to do with gender or age, but it is holy, holy, and beautiful!

"Hiss..." Mr. Su Zhengming gasped.

The old lady Qin was speechless, "What's the matter with you? You're taken aback. Let me have a look."

The day before yesterday, she also lost her temper with her grandson You Junhao, thinking that he had slackened his basic skills, chasing female celebrities all day long, without knowing the severity, his private life was chaotic, and he didn't have any upward energy.

But outsiders criticize her grandson, she still refuses to accept.

"Junhao is a little playful on weekdays, but his level is not bad."

She went to get Su Zhengming's cell phone.

Who would have thought that it would not move.

Su Zhengming pinched to death.

When the old lady Qin went to get it, she was glared at by Su Zhengming.

Su Zhengming looked protective, "Don't worry! I haven't finished watching it yet!"

The old lady Qin was very angry, "You let me see it just now!"

Su Zhengming shook his head and sighed, "One moment is another moment! Hey, the waves behind beat the waves ahead!"

After he finished speaking, he stared at the photo on the phone screen again, shaking his head after reading it.

He even zoomed in on the photo with his fingers, inch by inch, every place, and looked at it carefully!

After half an hour passed, Su Zhengming let out a long sigh of relief, "It's so cool!"

happy!

His entire old man's face was completely red, as if he was drunk, extremely refreshing and carefree!

The old lady Qin held the bone china cup, sipped slowly, and boiled the water slowly.

It wasn't until Su Zhengming reluctantly handed over the phone to show her that she took it slowly.

After seeing it, Mrs. Qin was taken aback, "What a skeleton, what a pretty figure."

Su Zhengming clicked his tongue in amazement, shook his head, took a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"She reminded me of a passage."

The old lady Qin looked at him.

"When the wind blows, she is soft like silver frost crushed into the moonlight; when she raises her head, she is dazzling like the sun breaking through the white clouds; when you listen carefully, she whispers like the whisper of rain hitting wind chimes."

Su Zhengming's face was full of red light.

"Like rain, like fog, and like wind."

"She is the whole world!"

The old lady Qin held the teacup and watched Su Zhengming being slapped in the face with cold eyes, "Who said just now that you want to educate my Jun Hao?"

"Hey, I was wrong. She is really... an angel with broken wings, who fell into the mortal world... If she is willing to turn around, I am willing to pay five million and invite her to come to my house to shoot."

"Old rascal!"

"What do you know, this is art! Hey!"

The old lady Qin shook her head, not wanting to talk to the old man, but when she was about to change the mobile phone back, she gave her a hand.

She saw the slender hands of the dancing girl in the black and white picture...

"Old Su, this girl's surname is Xia, right?!"