Chapter 92 Monet's Garden
When Luo Qinglin received Qin Xiaoxi's call, he and Jiang Yanyu were strolling in Monet's garden.
Yu Qin went to the show to shoot for several days in a row, but failed to capture any footage that could be broadcast, so he had to let Jiang Yanyu take a day off to go out and play.
Going to a museum was too conventional, and going to an after party was too extravagant, so in the end we had to go to Monet's garden to take some outdoor photos.
Fortunately, Jiang Yanyu did not go crazy today and insisted that Luo Qinglin wear a skirt, otherwise Yu Qin would shoot some scenes that would greatly increase the number of views but would definitely not be broadcast.
"Go stand there and I'll take a picture of you." Jiang Yanyu said, pointing to the bridge over the water lily pond.
The sun was not too strong and the temperature was just right. Luo Qinglin was holding a light jade-colored lace parasol and standing on the bank of the pond, looking at the water lilies.
There were many people on the bridge. When the tourists saw that there was a person with filming equipment following Luo Qinglin, they all turned their eyes to take a peek.
"Go quickly." Jiang Yanyu urged.
Luo Qinglin had no choice but to stand by the bridge and wait for the people on the bridge to finish taking pictures before he slowly moved to the middle of the bridge and stood there.
"Hold up the umbrella, turn sideways and look back at me." Jiang Yanyu was holding a mobile phone, giving orders in a domineering manner, seemingly with the professional qualities of a photographer.
However, after taking a series of photos, Luo Qinglin walked down the bridge and found that none of the photos were in focus; they were all blurry and overexposed.
"What you took... forget it." Luo Qinglin didn't know how to tell the truth, so he hesitated to speak.
"This is called an Impressionist photograph, do you understand?" Jiang Yanyu said stubbornly.
"I don't understand," Luo Qinglin laughed, picked up his camera and said, "Go up, I'll take the picture for you."
Jiang Yanyu snorted coldly, took the parasol and held it in front of his chest with both hands, then turned half sideways to look at the camera with affectionate eyes.
Recalling Monet's "Woman with a Parasol," Luo Qinglin slowed down the shutter speed and "shaked the clothes."
Jiang Yanyu understood instantly. He held the umbrella with one hand, kept his body and face still, and pulled the wide shirt on his body with his right hand to create a flowing effect of the wind blowing the hem of his shirt.
"Very good, very beautiful." Luo Qinglin squatted down and leaned back to take the photo, his hand constantly pressing the shutter button.
After taking many photos, more and more tourists were waiting by the bridge. Luo Qinglin finally reacted and quickly asked Jiang Yanyu to get off the bridge.
Luo Qinglin wanted to walk back to Beijing, but the man with half long curly hair behind him suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Are you a photographer? Can you take a picture for me?" The man smiled brightly and spoke English with a slight Italian accent.
Luo Qinglin did not agree immediately, but glanced at Jiang Yanyu to see his reaction. Jiang Yanyu had a blank expression on his face. He turned around without saying anything and was not in a hurry to leave, which was considered as his tacit consent.
Luo Qinglin then took the man's phone, fine-tuned some parameters, took a few photos and returned the phone to him.
When the man took the phone, his hand was restless. He gently hooked his index finger around Luo Qinglin's little finger and asked, "What's your name?"
Luo Qinglin suddenly withdrew his hand, and the phone fell to the ground. He took a step back, held Jiang Yanyu's hand and said, "I, I have a boyfriend. Sorry."
Jiang Yanyu slowly raised his eyes, put his arm around Luo Qinglin's shoulders, complacently said "He only likes me", and then walked away slowly, looking very proud.
In the camera, Yu Qin witnessed the embarrassment of the Italian man, laughed a few times with empathy, and continued to chase after him to eat dog food.
Autumn has arrived, and the maple leaves in Monet's garden are beginning to turn red. They look like blooming autumn flowers among the yellow leaves.
Luo Qinglin walked and stopped, taking pictures everywhere with his camera. Although most of the flowers have withered, the Mo Nao Garden is still very beautiful in autumn. It is not dilapidated, but has a quiet and restrained beauty.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and as Luo Qinglin patted his hands, he began to hum a little tune, feeling extremely comfortable.
"Do you like it here?" Infected by Luo Qinglin's emotions, Jiang Yanyu also asked with a smile.
"It's beautiful here, but it's a pity that the flowers are now withered." Luo Qinglin replied.
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows and said, "As long as you want, you can come anytime, once in spring, summer, autumn or winter."
"Why do we need to come here so many times..."
Luo Qinglin suppressed the corners of his mouth that were trying to turn up, moved the camera away from Qiu Qilin, and faced Jiang Yanyu.
Jiang Yanyu glanced at the dark camera and asked, "What are you doing?"
Behind Jiang Yanyu was a dense patch of red maple leaves, which rustled in the wind, like red feathers fluttering on wings.
"Take a picture of you." Luo Qinglin pressed the shutter, freezing Jiang Yanyu's natural and unrestrained look.
"Then I want to take pictures too." Jiang Yanyu stretched out his hand and tried to snatch Luo Qinglin's camera.
But Luo Qinglin was faster, as agile as a flying bird, and dodged to the side, holding the camera in his arms and said, "No, your photos are so ugly, the focus is not right."
"My photos are ugly?" Jiang Yanyu widened his eyes, grabbed Luo Qinglin by the back of his neck, and reached out to grab the camera, "I want to take photos, give me the camera."
Being tickled on the back of his neck, Luo Qinglin smiled and shrank his neck, immediately surrendering and handing over the camera, "Here you go, you childish boy."
Jiang Yanyu took the camera, pressed his hand on the itchy flesh on the back of his neck, and threatened: "Who are you calling a childish ghost?"
"I am! I am a childish ghost." Luo Qinglin shrank his neck and begged for mercy.
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu let Luo Qinglin go. Instead of taking a photo directly, he flipped through the photo album in the memory card.
Jiang Yanyu flipped through the album calmly and found that there were only today's photos in the album, so he asked, "Where are the photos you took a few days ago?"
"It's stored in the cloud," Luo Qinglin answered flawlessly, "There's not enough memory, so we have to export it and clean it up every day."
In fact, before yesterday, the album still contained photos of Jiang Yanyu that he occasionally took secretly, but he just happened to save them to the cloud last night.
Luo Qinglin secretly thought that he was lucky, otherwise Jiang Yanyu would have discovered that he was a crazy secret photographer.
Jiang Yanyu seemed to believe it, exited the photo album, and was about to take a photo of Luo Qinglin.
Before the shutter was clicked, the phone rang. Luo Qinglin took out his phone and saw that it was Qin Xiaoxi, who he hadn't contacted for many days.
Qin Xiaoxi hadn't contacted him much in the past ten days, so when she suddenly called him, Luo Qinglin had a hunch that she must have good news.
As soon as the call was connected, Qin Xiaoxi's excited voice came from the receiver.
"Qinglin, I finally got a name for myself! Sirène's designer agreed to let me walk in her Fall/Winter ready-to-wear show!"
"When? Is it tomorrow?" Luo Qinglin asked excitedly with his eyes wide open.
"Yes! You must be there tomorrow afternoon!"
"Okay, my name is Fox... Jiang Yanyu will go too."
......
They chatted excitedly for more than ten minutes. After Qin Xiaoxi finished telling her about her difficult struggle for half a month, Luo Qinglin comforted her with a few words before hanging up the phone.
Isn’t the Sirène brand…part of the Mayfield Group?
Luo Qinglin's excitement was instantly extinguished. He subconsciously glanced at Jiang Yanyu, but was caught.
"What's the matter? Which brand is she wearing?" Jiang Yanyu's voice was also filled with joy.
Jiang Yanyu had just taken hundreds of photos in a row, capturing Luo Qinglin's excited look, grinning, eyes shining, staring in surprise, like a collection of action figures with different expressions, the more you look at them, the cuter they become.
"Sirène Fall/Winter Ready-to-Wear Show," Luo Qinglin asked hesitantly, "Did you... ask the designer to take care of her?"
Jiang Yanyu frowned, "No, how could I possibly care which brand she goes to for an interview? Besides, Sirène's performance for the whole year was so bad that it ranked last in the group, and it's not my business."
Luo Qinglin nodded, and his excitement that had been extinguished returned to normal. He thought that since Qin Xiaoxi could get a chance to walk the runway for a high-end luxury brand based on her real strength, then she would be one step closer to her goal of becoming a supermodel!
"But..." Jiang Yanyu suddenly said, "It could also be that Bai Shengyun went to ask for this opportunity for her."
Hearing that it might be Bai Shengyun's doing, Luo Qinglin sighed, and the excitement that was about to recover disappeared again.
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As Luo Qinglin expected, on the day of the Sirène ready-to-wear show, Bai Shengyun not only knocked on the door before dawn, but also shouted outside the door, "Let me in quickly."
They had agreed to go watch Qin Xiaoxi's fashion show together today, and Jiang Yanyu also stayed in the suite and did not go out to work in the middle of the night.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Yanyu was so annoyed that he ripped off his blindfold, kicked off the quilt, jumped off the bed, and rushed to the door angrily, "Bai Shengyun, is your brain stuck in the door?"
Luo Qinglin yawned as he ran out of the secondary bedroom. When he saw Bai Shengyun outside the door, he immediately complained to Jiang Yanyu, "He also came to knock on the door at this time last time!"
"Really?" Jiang Yanyu narrowed his eyes and threatened, "Bai Shengyun, do you want me to dismantle the Moon Phase?"
"Whether to remove the moon phase or not is a small matter, we can talk about it later. The most urgent thing is to help me choose clothes. Can you see which one is suitable for the sweet girl?" Bai Shengyun dragged a large suitcase in from outside the door and entered the room through the gap between the two of them.
"What do you mean? What does it mean to be suitable for sweet girls?" Jiang Yanyu closed the door and asked in confusion.
Luo Qinglin smoothed the hair on his hairline and told Jiang Yanyu all about his fabricated "plan to pursue Qin Xiaoxi".
"He believed it? He thought he could pursue Qin Xiaoxi this way?" Jiang Yanyu asked in disbelief.
Luo Qinglin shrugged. He didn’t expect Bai Shengyun to actually believe it, and he even prepared for it for half a month.
Bai Shengyun took out three sets of "sweet girl costumes" and wigs from the box, threw them on the sofa and spread them out and asked, "Which one is good?"
Jiang Yanyu's anger at being woken up has been extinguished by the stupid roe deer's stupidity.
Bai Shengyun was still waiting for suggestions with shining eyes. Jiang Yanyu had no choice but to point to a dress at random and asked Bai Shengyun to go into the room and change.
Luo Qinglin's throat was dry, so he went to get two glasses of water, handed one to Jiang Yanyu, and stood in the living room with him waiting for Bai Shengyun to calm down.
"Did he really teach you Chinese when you were a child? Didn't he teach you a bad language?" Luo Qinglin asked.
Jiang Yanyu smiled helplessly, "How could Bai Shengyun teach me? It was Han Yu who taught me back then."
"By the way, did you meet Han Ming at the show last time?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
"Well, he also sent me photos of you when you were a child." Luo Qinglin said mysteriously.
Jiang Yanyu raised his glass and took a sip of cold water, then looked away and asked, "So do you think I was likable when I was a kid?"
It was rare that Jiang Yanyu didn't look at him, so Luo Qinglin quickly noticed something was wrong and imitated Jiang Yanyu's teasing tone, saying, "Very cute, super-cute."
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu turned his head abruptly and looked at Luo Qinglin in a daze.
"Super-cute." Luo Qinglin raised his eyebrows deliberately and repeated.
Infected by the lively expression on Luo Qinglin's face, Jiang Yanyu laughed and said, "Fool."
"I'm done! Come and see."
The warm morning atmosphere was broken by the shout. Both of them sighed and looked in the direction of Bai Shengyun.
The two of them originally planned to just deal with the matter perfunctorily and let Bai Shengyun calm down as soon as possible.
But the moment he saw Bai Shengyun in women's clothing, Luo Qinglin widened his eyes, poked Jiang Yanyu's arm and said, "This method seems... feasible?"
Jiang Yanyu nodded in agreement and replied, "It's true... taking an unconventional approach can lead to a successful outcome."
The author has something to say:
Bai Shengyun: Men should wear skirts!
Luo Qinglin: Come here, poison him and make him mute.
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