"No wonder, I think Auntie must be very beautiful and have an absolutely first-class temperament." Shen Lecheng felt that anyone who could give birth to a daughter as beautiful and elegant as Lu Wanzheng must be quite remarkable.
Is it pretty?
Judging from the photos we have at home, my mother was very beautiful when she was young. But so many years have passed, she has grown up and her appearance has changed. And my mother? Has she changed too?
I'm afraid the two of them might pass each other by without recognizing each other.
After hearing their conversation, Yao Zijun suddenly realized what was going on. She slapped her head and cursed herself for her bad memory. No wonder they looked familiar; she had seen a photo of Lu Wanzheng and her daughter at Lu Wanzheng's house before.
The woman in the photo and the child in her arms have some resemblance in their eyebrows and eyes. The rest is hard to see because the girl hasn't grown up yet. But now, she noticed that Lu Wanzheng twenty years later looks six or seven parts like Lu's mother twenty years ago. The rest probably looks like her father.
In my memory, the woman in the photo exudes the gentle and elegant temperament of a woman from Jiangnan, which is ingrained in her very being.
Indeed, as Lu Wanzheng said, Lu's mother has a better temperament.
Perhaps it's because she grew up in Kyoto. If Lu Wanzheng had grown up in Jiangnan, she would definitely have surpassed her.
Shen Lecheng curled her lips slightly and said succinctly, "Let's get to work first."
Shen Lecheng turned to get her camera, while Lu Wanzheng walked onto the platform.
Lu Wanzheng struck a pose, ready to receive Shen Lecheng's instructions at any moment.
After taking a few photos, Shen Lecheng looked at the pictures displayed on the computer. The more she looked down, the worse her expression became, and her brows furrowed.
Lu Wanzheng could tell from Shen Lecheng's expression that the result of this group was less than satisfactory.
Instead of changing into another outfit, she went over to Shen Lecheng's side and looked at the photos with her.
The more she looked at the photos, the more awkward she felt. It wasn't that she felt awkward looking at her own photos, but rather that she felt the people in the photos weren't attractive enough, and the expressions in the photos weren't quite what she had imagined.
Shen Lecheng said sullenly, "The expression wasn't right. This set is different from the previous two sets in terms of the feeling it should convey. You should be able to tell that yourself. You need to figure it out for yourself. I can't help you with that."
Lu Wanzheng nodded. "I'll make some adjustments."
“I think you can imagine seeing someone you’ve been longing for, or imagine yourself in Jiangnan, seeing the beautiful scenery there. I think your expression will be slightly different,” Shen Lecheng suggested.
Is it the person you've been longing for?
I don't know if Mr. Xiao's meeting is over yet.
Lu Wanzheng: "Okay, I understand."
Shen Lecheng personally took the mouse and pulled up a photo. The photo hadn't been photoshopped yet, so apart from the model herself, it all came down to the photographer's skill. Clearly, Shen Lecheng's skills were top-notch. "Besides your expression, look at your posture and movements. They're beautiful. Your high nose bridge is also very attractive, but you're holding the fan too low, which obscures your strengths. That needs to be corrected."
It has to be said that Shen Lecheng's ability to become an internationally renowned photographer is not without reason. As the saying goes, details determine success or failure. She can combine the model's personal strengths with the pose, along with her own skills, to take absolutely exquisite photos.
Shen Lecheng pointed out a few more imperfections to Lu Wanzheng, "Is it alright now?"
Lu Wanzheng nodded and walked onto the photography stage, holding a white embroidered fan in her hand.
The spotlights and reflectors on both sides are ready.
She turned her face to the side, the spotlight shining on her profile, making her skin appear almost transparent. Her clearly defined eyelids lowered, casting a small silhouette on her face. She gripped the handle of a round fan, placing it in front of her chest, ready to begin work at any moment.
Shen Lecheng adjusted his camera, held it up, and half-squatted down, pointing it at Lu Wanzheng.
Behind every masterpiece photograph is a photographer who has worked incredibly hard.
Lu Wanzheng raised her eyes, assumed a pose, and looked at Shen Lecheng, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.
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