Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 71 The Language of Flowers, Lovers

This morning is a practical class.

An Qianyin packed her things and went out.

Teacher Zhang took them to take pictures outdoors and explained the course in combination with theory.

The climate is most comfortable in the morning.

There are still dewdrops condensed on the small flowers and grass, and when it passes through, the whole world is reflected.

The teacher took them along the path of the school, the scenery of the path is the best.

"We will be shooting at school during the first period, and we will take you out to shoot later."

The students burst into cheers.

"You are looking for scenery here, you can use low angle of view, looking up, looking down, reflection and reflection and other shooting techniques to shoot. I have some props here, you can use some to create a sense of beauty, and send the photos to me after class!"

"it is good!"

"Got it, teacher!"

The students went up in a swarm, and by the time An Qianyin and a few other slow people went up to get it, it was already gone.

But she wasn't worried either.

It doesn't matter to her whether she has one or not, and she can find one by herself.

Teacher Zhang smiled, "I look forward to your work."

An Qianyin pursed her mouth: "Teacher, I'm under a lot of pressure when you're like this."

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An Qianyin walked around the road for a few laps without thinking, but ignored the roadside signs and picked a lot of pure white buckwheat flowers.

She was looking for inspiration with a DSLR, and suddenly a tall and indifferent figure broke into the camera.

Nan Caixie was walking quietly on the side of the road, not knowing where he was going, he raised his eyes and unconsciously glanced at this place.

The deep eyes are always cold and noble.

Thinking of Professor Nan taking care of her for so long when she was on a drip last time, An Qianyin walked over to say hello.

"I haven't thanked you last time. Thank you, Professor Nan." An Qianyin smiled sweetly, and she felt sunny and warm.

Nan Caijie didn't say anything, just hummed briefly, and then took out a candy from his pocket.

Nan Caijie's hand was very big, which made the candy look very small.

His eyes were faint, "Xiao Yi hid a few candies in my pocket yesterday, but I didn't expect to miss one now, let me eat it for you."

An Qianyin took it with a smile, peeled off the colorful candy wrapper and put the candy in her mouth.

She looked at the sugar paper and suddenly thought of something, she took Nan Caijie by the sleeve and walked away without asking if he would like to.

Nan Caijie was just so quiet, and let her lead her without saying a word.

She walked a few steps before remembering this, "Professor Nan, what are you doing now?"

He shook his head.

"That's good."

He looked at the girl in front of him with a camera hanging around her neck, holding buckwheat flowers in one hand, and led him to a quiet and somewhat dim corridor.

"Here you are." An Qianyin put the buckwheat flower in his hand, "Hold it for me first, and make me a model later."

Then he was afraid that Nan Caixie would disagree, so he hurriedly added, "This time I won't slap my face, but only my hands. Would you like to lend me your hand?"

Nan Caijie nodded.

An Qianyin went to a nearby toilet to get some water with her hands, wiped it on the camera, and asked Nan Caijie to stand in a dark corner holding buckwheat flowers, while the light from the window shone on her hands.

Because it takes two hands to color the color light reflected on the candy paper, Nan Caijie used his free hand to hold the candy paper for her in front of the camera.

"The flower language of buckwheat flowers is lovers, so I don't think there should be only one hand."

An Qianyin stretched out her hand, as if catching the bouquet.

Colorful tones, misty mist, and a bunch of pure white buckwheat flowers are in the hands of two people.

Men's hands are thick and girls' hands are petite.

The photos freeze the time at this moment, as if the love of the lovers will always exist forever and ever.

The years are long, and no one will change.

"All right."

An Qianyin was a little tired from shooting with one hand, and her hands were sore when she put it down.

(End of this chapter)