Chapter 183 It's time for everyone to get to know you.

A collector, also from China, stood smiling in front of one of the works, titled "Narrative of Flowery Windows," talking to a friend who had come with him to view the exhibition.

He couldn't help but analyze, "This style is very rare in the international market. This photographer is truly remarkable. He has brought the artistic conception of the East to life. In the future, clients will definitely be willing to pay for this kind of beauty with a story."

"What I care about most in photographic works is recognizability. There are too many photographers shooting celebrities now, but he hides the celebrities in light and shadow and traditional Chinese style, which makes each work memorable. If this set of photos is made into a limited edition album, I must pre-order a set!"

After saying that, the collector laughed heartily.

Lu Yinzhao walked back to his exhibition area at this moment and happened to hear the collector's comments. His heart raced for no reason, but he tried his best to remain calm.

At this moment, Voss, who had just arrived, shouted, "Friends who have come to participate in the exhibition! You must be very curious about where the author of 'Hidden Charm of the East' is, right?"

Lu Yinzhao: "!"

"This is the photographer you've all been curious about!"

Lu Yinzhao: "..."

Voss's voice drew everyone's attention to Lu Yinzhao.

When they realized that Lu Yinzhao was such a young boy, everyone's expressions varied, but most were surprised.

They all assumed that a photographer capable of producing such mature works must be at least a middle-aged person who has experienced many hardships.

At this moment, the reporters seemed to realize what was happening and started frantically filming Lu Yinzhao with their cameras.

A bunch of microphones were thrown at them.

One of the reporters, holding a microphone, asked first: "Mr. Lu, why did you choose to have the artists conceal their faces? Is there some special message you want to convey?"

Upon hearing the question, Lu Yinzhao smiled and replied, "Actually, I wanted to use the blank space in Eastern aesthetics to leave more room for the audience's imagination. The beauty of the East is never just about appearance, but about the cultural heritage hidden in posture and artistic conception."

"The core of my work is to help people detach themselves from the label of appearance. Only when the audience is not distracted by specific looks can they focus more on the fusion of the artist with Eastern elements."

Ultimately, we want everyone to see the essence of Eastern culture, not just that of a particular artist.

The reporter then asked, "Were these artists' poses carefully designed? For example, this hand holding a calligraphy brush, or that hand holding an oil-paper umbrella—what are the creative stories behind them?"

Lu Yinzhao replied calmly, "It was indeed carefully designed, but it wasn't forced. Instead, the posture was meant to be a carrier of Eastern elements. The hand holding the brush, I wanted to emphasize the action of 'writing,' conveying the idea that ink and brush are the medium and culture is enduring."

"The shape of the oil-paper umbrella originates from the poetic life of both sheltering from the rain and appreciating the scenery. All of these are to let the audience feel the wisdom and romance of life hidden in traditional objects."

As soon as he finished speaking, a great deal of applause erupted from the audience.

Lu Yinzhao replied to the reporter in English.

When designing these works, he had already conceived countless images in his mind, and the design concept was already ingrained in his very being. No one understood the meaning of creating them better than him.

That's why he remained calm and composed when answering reporters' questions.

The scene at that moment was also captured in its entirety by Chinese journalist Nie Huaying.

If at first there was some skepticism about this young photographer, wondering if he had hired other photographers to assist him.

But after listening to Lu Yinzhao's explanation and statement, Nie Huaying completely dispelled her doubts and sincerely admired the young photographer.

Nie Huaying firmly believes that only photographers who take their work seriously can handle a barrage of questions from reporters so skillfully.

Lu Yinzhao is not only proving his abilities to the world, but also bringing their Eastern culture to the world, which is of extraordinary significance.

Nie Huaying was eager to report everything she had seen and heard that day.

After the reporters finished asking their questions, he finally had a chance to go up and talk to Lu Yinzhao.

He did not interview Lu Yinzhao, but instead invited her as a "fan".

"Teacher Lu, could we... take a photo together?"

Lu Yinzhao nodded very amicably: "Of course."

These were fellow countrymen from their own country, so Lu Yinzhao naturally wouldn't refuse.

Nie Huaying had already turned into a little fanboy and asked, "Teacher Lu, do you have any social media accounts online? I'd like to follow you."

Lu Yinzhao nodded again: "Yes, this is me."

Lu Yinzhao took out her phone, opened her Weibo homepage, and showed him her personal ID.

Nie Huaying was stunned when she saw the ID.

"Holy crap! [Bright.L], it's you?? You're Teacher L??"

Lu Yinzhao was startled by the other person's startled expression and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Why don't you just call me by my name, or call me Xiao Lu? Don't keep calling me teacher... I'm still a student."

Nie Huaying: "..."

It turns out that I've always liked the same person.

Nie Huaying marveled at the consistency of his aesthetic sense; as a photography enthusiast, he could not possibly ignore the person named [Bright.L].

Several years ago, when Bright.L shared photos he had taken on Weibo, Nie Huaying had already started to follow and like his photographic style.

The L teacher in his mind was completely different from the real L teacher he met in person. The L teacher he liked was actually a student?!

In other words, when he started paying attention to Teacher L a few years ago, the other party was still a minor?

Nie Huaying felt as if her heart had been struck a violent blow. How could the difference between people be so vast...?

Why are there so many young people touching things these days? Is this what talent is?

...

This photography exhibition will last for two weeks.

Lu Yinzhao only stayed for the first three days before planning to return to China.

In the past three days, he has added many people on WeChat, including colleagues, people who want to do business with him, and some journalist friends, especially the journalist surnamed Nie.

The organizers did not require photographers to stay here for the entire event; Voss will arrange for someone to supervise the order of the exhibition.

After that, he really didn't get involved anymore.

He did everything he was supposed to say about his ideas and answer all the questions that needed to be addressed.

The main reason is actually...

He felt a little nervous.

Being alone abroad is ultimately lonely. Lu Yinzhao can handle everything independently at work, but whenever she returns to her rest area, the longing for her boyfriend turns into a tide, surging endlessly.

After handing over the matters concerning the exhibition, Lu Yinzhao and Wos bid each other a solemn farewell.

He took the fastest flight back to China, arriving in the early hours of the morning.

Lu Yinzhao did not return to his own villa, but went to Xingyuting, which was his and Bian Ji's shared little home.

There was no one else, just the two of them.

After entering the house, Lu Yinzhao immediately began to take off his clothes and headed to the bathroom.

He was probably too sleepy to notice that the bathroom lights were all on.

The moment the door opened, the man's muscular back and lean waistline were revealed before him.

Lu Yinzhao was so shocked that her mouth dropped open, but she forgot to utter a sound.

Bian Ji calmly turned around and saw Lu Yinzhao come in, but he was not surprised at all.

"I...I'll wait for you first..."

Just as Lu Yinzhao was about to turn around and leave, a large hand pulled him back.

Lu Yinzhao's back pressed directly against the man's firm chest, the two of them leaning against each other with their skin touching at zero distance.

The feeling... was incredibly exciting.

Even though they've been dating for quite some time, Lu Yinzhao counted the number of times they'd had such an open and honest conversation, and it seemed like there hadn't been many.

Because whenever there's even the slightest hint of trouble, his body reacts by trying to escape before his brain does.

"Since we're already here, let's shower together."

"..." Lu Yinzhao swallowed hard, not daring to move.

Bian Ji took the showerhead in her hand and gently washed Lu Yinzhao's body.

Water gradually soaked his entire body, and Bian Ji took good care of his hair.

Just like when they were kids, Lu Yinzhao sat on a stool while Bian Ji washed his hair from behind, his head covered in foam.

Lu Yinzhao leaned back comfortably, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Yes, that's the spot. Keep going, keep going, increase the pressure."

Bian Ji: "..."

Bian Ji fell silent after being startled by Lu Yinzhao's raunchy words; the guy probably didn't even realize what he was saying.

Because she was being pampered so comfortably, Lu Yinzhao forgot to ask Bian Ji why she was home taking a shower at this hour.

After the two finished showering and changing their clothes, Lu Yinzhao's head, which had been spinning from the steam, finally cleared up a little.

"Brother, do you have to be so thoughtful?"

"Um?"

Lu Yinzhao chuckled and poked the other person with her finger. "Knowing I was flying back to China, you deliberately waited for me at home, didn't you?"

"I……"

"I know you love me very much, and I love you very much too." Lu Yinzhao hugged Bian Ji and rubbed against her, moved.

Bian Ji suddenly dared not say the words "it was just a coincidence".

Fine, let Zhao Zhao think that way.

Bian Ji has been so busy recording shows lately that he's practically spinning like a top, wishing he could split himself in two.

He roughly knew that Lu Yinzhao wouldn't stay abroad for long, but he really didn't expect her to return to China today, especially in the early hours of the morning.

Bian Ji came back to rest because the second stage of stage recording had ended and it happened to be nearby.

He only returned ten minutes earlier than Lu Yinzhao, but unexpectedly the two of them ran into each other.

And they all went straight to the bathroom.

In a way, they were kind of on the same wavelength...

"I was exhausted from dealing with those reporters abroad these past three days, and the flight was tiring too." Lu Yinzhao lay on the bed, turned to the side, and said, "Now that I'm finally back, I can finally relax."

Bian Ji smiled gently and patted Lu Yinzhao's back lightly, "Get a good night's sleep. All your efforts will pay off."

Lu Yinzhao nodded in agreement: "This time was the most rewarding one. My WeChat is almost overflowing with friend requests. I also met many friends from all walks of life, and they all really like my work."

As Lu Yinzhao was saying this, he suddenly remembered, "Oh right, Voss said that the works at this exhibition are completely open to the public. I don't need to keep them a secret until the end of the exhibition. I can post them on Weibo."

"You've kept a low profile for so long, it's time for everyone to get to know you." Bian Ji looked tenderly at the person in his arms, "Teacher Lu."

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Author's Note: Zhao Zhao: My brother has such a great body [covers face and peeks] (peeks) (Looks good, taking another look)