Chapter 72
The air in Paris was filled with the aroma of coffee, perfume, and a sense of free artistry. Su Rui threw himself into his intense and exciting work. He had met with the artist's team in advance and arranged to meet at a stylish hotel on the banks of the Seine for their first photoshoot before departing for the show.
When the door opened and the artist named Shen Qingyuan emerged smiling, Su Rui was adjusting his camera settings. He looked up, ready to greet her professionally, but the moment he saw her face, he froze in his tracks as if struck by a tiny electric current.
Alike. Very similar.
Especially the shape of his eyes, the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, and the profile of his face—they bore a striking resemblance to Ling Yao! Shen Qingyuan's temperament was, however, more aloof and cool, like the chill of early spring ice, while Ling Yao was the blazing, dazzling summer sun. But the visual impact of that moment was enough to make Su Rui's heart skip a beat and her breathing pause.
"Photographer Su?" Shen Qingyuan, noticing his moment of distraction, spoke up. His voice was clear and gentle, unlike Ling Yao's deep, magnetic voice. Su Rui snapped back to reality, realizing her own gaffe. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly lowered her head to hide her frustration. "I'm sorry, Teacher Shen, shall we...shall we begin?"
During the shoot, Su Rui tried to remain professional and calm, but his eyes were always drawn to the face that looked like Ling Yao. He guided Shen Qingyuan into various poses and stared at him through the viewfinder.
A strange thing happened. Because of that striking resemblance, Su Rui subconsciously projected her deepest feelings for Ling Yao—the kind of admiration, cherishment, and subtle tenderness that couldn't be expressed in public—onto the person on the other side of the camera.
His lens became more gentle, capturing the perfect angle to highlight Shen Qingyuan's handsomeness, similar to Ling Yao's, almost fierce, while also infusing the interplay of light and shadow with an indescribable, delicate, and moving emotion. It was as if he was secretly expressing all his love for another person through photographing Shen Qingyuan.
Shen Qingyuan seemed to have noticed something different about this young photographer. Unlike others, his lens wasn't as aggressive or deliberately grotesque. Instead, it held a deep, even affectionate gaze that made him feel comfortable and understood, and his expression was more relaxed and natural.
The shoot went exceptionally smoothly. Even the crew was amazed when the finished film came out. A series of photos of Shen Qingyuan gazing out from a railing on the banks of the Seine quickly went viral on social media. His profile was perfectly defined, his eyes deep and far-reaching. The backdrop was the shimmering river and the ancient architecture of Paris. The overall atmosphere was cool yet storytelling, a subtle melancholy and a sophisticated quality that almost overflowed the screen.
[Who is this amazing photographer? His photos of Shen Qingyuan are absolutely stunning!] [This set of photos is absolutely amazing! The atmosphere is so captivating!] [Help! His eyes are so dramatic! They seem to have so many stories to tell!] [Please tell me the photographer's information! I'm blown away by his technique and aesthetics!]
Fans and passersby alike showered praise on the photos, and the term "divine pictures" quickly became associated with them. For the first time, Su Rui's name, as a photographer, attracted attention within the entertainment industry.
Su Rui looked at the feedback with mixed emotions. He was happy about the success of his work, but he also knew clearly that the reason these photos were so touching was largely due to the overwhelming emotion he poured into them, which he couldn't express to the original owner. This made him feel a little bit of inexplicable guilt and subtlety when facing Shen Qingyuan, in addition to professional appreciation.
Ling Yao, busy at another fashion show, paused for a moment when he saw Su Rui's sensational "magic pictures" posted on social media during a break. He stared at the face in the photo, which bore a striking resemblance to his own, and the intense emotion flowing through it, a feeling he had never seen in Su Rui's other works. His brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly, and a subtle feeling of strangeness, one he hadn't even realized, settled quietly in his heart like a speck of dust.
The stage of Paris is huge, and encounters and intersections are happening quietly in unexpected ways.
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