Chapter 27 SLR: Adorable Pet and Secretary An

"Aunt Zhang, this is my classmate Wu Tao, come and help me get something."

It turned out to be the nanny who took care of An Rong. Wu Tao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a confident smile, "Hello, Aunt Zhang."

Aunt Zhang nodded, took a look at Wu Tao, and classified him into the category of "An Rong's free coolie". In her opinion, a daughter of the An family's family background would never find such a shabby poor boy as her son-in-law.

"Let's talk first, the food will be ready in a while." After bringing two cups of tea, Aunt Zhang greeted her and walked into the kitchen.

"Are you interested in visiting my room?" Seeing Aunt Zhang leaving, An Rongxin asked happily.

"Okay." Since An's father and An's mother were not around, he didn't feel too restrained.

Pass through the glass partition and enter the fragrant ear room, which is An Rong's room.

The whole room is divided into two halves by a hollow bookshelf. On the east side, there is a writing desk in front of the window covered with a thick piece of green glass, and some old photos are pressed under the glass.

From the background point of view, it should be several scenic spots in Jinling. It was rumored that Dad An was transferred from the provincial capital to work, it seemed that it was not groundless.

On the stage is a portable video recorder with four speakers and two cards. It has a silver-white body and a square shape, showing a full sense of age. And there are two rows of tapes next to it. It seems that these are An Rong's secret weapons for practicing listening.

The newspaper shelf next to it is full of various newspapers, and the bookshelf is full of various books, especially the magazines Zhiyin and Popular Photography.

Suddenly, Wu Tao's eyes fell on a camera.

Phoenix DC838 is exactly the SLR that An Rong gave him back then!

Now it is maintained with extra care, and it is her favorite thing at first glance.

After high school in her previous life, she gave this camera to herself, not so much as giving up her hobby of photography, but as a way of expressing her attitude.

It's a pity that I didn't understand her painstaking efforts at that time, let alone respond to her statement. So much so that she was depressed, and finally traveled across the ocean alone without hearing from her again.

"Do you like this camera?" Seeing Wu Tao staring at the camera in a daze, An Rong asked.

Wu Tao came back to his senses: "Phoenix DC838, a very good SLR film camera. It is enough for beginners in photography."

After finishing speaking, I remembered that the posters and advertisements of the farmhouse hadn’t been made yet, so I took the opportunity to say: “After the exam, lend me some. I want to shoot a theme of a vineyard.”

"Okay, anyway, it's a waste of money in my hands." An Rong said in frustration. It can be seen that Wu Tao's publication of articles on Zhiyin has dealt a big blow to her photography hobby.

"Don't be discouraged, have you forgotten what I promised to teach you?"

"That's right!" An Rong raised her brows, her bright eyes bloomed like two clear springs: "Come and see my work..."

Bypassing the bookshelf, a dazzling wall of photos stands in front of you.

"How is it? Is it particularly bad?" An Rong asked expectantly and anxiously.

In terms of professionalism, Wu Tao cannot compare with those famous photographers. But the little ink in his belly is more than enough to give An Rong advice.

"Judging from the context of the work, you have made significant progress in terms of framing and composition, and judging the depth of field. So don't belittle yourself, as long as you persevere and keep learning, you will definitely be able to shoot better works."

An Rong was greatly encouraged, when Aunt Zhang's voice came from the living room: "It's time to eat."

"Then I'll go first."

"Don't!" An Rong was overjoyed when he heard that, how could he let him go so easily.

"Aunt Zhang, I want to stay with Wu Tao for a meal, and you can cook something else."

Aunt Zhang in the living room thumped in her heart. Just now when An Rong brought the poor boy into the room, she was already a little bit guilty. Now I have to stay for dinner, this relationship is obviously unusual.

But the visitor is a guest, since An Rong has spoken, Aunt Zhang can't drive people away, she can only agree.

When the two returned to the living room, four dishes and one soup were placed on the square dining table, a steamed fish, a bowl of braised pork, cucumber mixed with vermicelli and dried green beans, plus a large bowl of egg custard, which was quite hearty.

"There are so many dishes, will Secretary An and Auntie come back to eat?"

An Rong curled her lips and said, "They are all very busy people. I haven't had dinner with them for almost a month. Please sit down."

"Then why are there four stools?"

Suddenly a proud 'meow' came, and An Rong chuckled: "Isn't this coming?"

I saw a yellow raccoon cat walking proudly with frivolous steps. Its lazy cat eyes glanced at Wu Tao, a stranger, and exuded a look of disdain. Then he jumped lightly, jumped onto the stool and sat down, staring at the food on the square table like an old monk in meditation.

"It wants to eat with us?" Wu Tao asked curiously.

An Rong sat down opposite the raccoon cat and said, "The golden retriever won't eat with us, it's my mother's sweetheart, and it has its own special cat food."

"Golden Retriever? Why did you name it a dog?"

'Meow' the golden retriever let out a dissatisfied cry, looking at Wu Tao with disdain in the cat's eyes.

Aunt Zhang reminded with a smile: "Wu Tao, don't mess with the golden retriever, it has a big temper."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Wu Tao's mind, and he thought of the biggest problem in An Rong's works.

"Do you know what is most lacking in your work?"

An Rong shook her head blankly.

"Your works lack conception and ideas, and others don't know what you want to express."

"For example, if you were asked to take a picture of a golden retriever, what characteristics do you think should be expressed?" He said it so professionally, but it wasn't that he made it up.

There was a saying in the photography world in the previous life: first-rate photography depends on ideas, second-rate photography depends on technology, and third-rate photography depends on equipment.

It was seeing the golden retriever that made him instantly grasp the biggest crux of An Rong's works.

"Look at the golden retriever, it is different from other domestic cats. It is very proud, and its eyes are full of contempt. This kind of contempt seems a bit ridiculous to us humans, but the contrast is very strong. To be precise, it should be called dumb Moe! If you can capture this point of it and show it perfectly, the work will be a success."

"Then you teach me now?"

"Okay." Wu Tao said happily: "I'll take a picture of the golden retriever's proud charm towards human beings for you to see."

An Rong fetched the camera, and Wu Tao adjusted it skillfully. Taking advantage of the light coming into the window at noon, he perfectly captured the golden retriever sitting proudly from an upward angle.

From different angles, Wu Tao took several consecutive photos. Facing his movements, the golden retriever sat motionless on the stool, but a look of disdain flashed in the cat's eyes from time to time.

stupid humans...

After filming, Wu Tao pointed out a few angles for An Rong to experience.

An Rong looked at it for a while, and exclaimed excitedly: "I've never noticed that the golden retriever has such a cute side, your observation skills are really too keen..."

Just then, a middle-aged man in a white shirt walked in with a briefcase between his hands.

"Dad, why are you back? Didn't you say you won't go home for dinner?"

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