The Return of Gratitude Volume 2

The traffic ahead was congested, and Yin Xiangdong's car was stuck in the middle of the road without moving, so he simply turned off the engine and took the "Great Legacy" magazine from the passenger seat. This is the latest issue, and the one that was rejected by the judges The photo has now been published as an advertisement in two consecutive issues of "The Great Heritage" magazine, and every time he sees it, he finds it ironic.

The city art museum was past the fork in the road ahead. Yin Zebei looked at the traffic jam like a sausage, and finally turned the car around at the fork.

It was the weekend, and there was an endless stream of people coming to see the photography exhibition. The first floor of the art museum was full of people, and Yin Xiangdong went straight to the second floor. He was startled when he went upstairs, and there was a picture of a snake hanging in front of him.

Two green snakes were hanging on the branches, as if they were basking in the sun. He leaned over to look at them, thinking that that guy Qin Xiu really dared, he couldn't tell whether the snakes were poisonous or not, but Qin Xiu read Yale seems to have double majored in biology, he should know.With Qin Xiu's character, he might not be willing to raise his hand for a snake, so he must have taken two of them.That guy likes to shoot this kind of nest of disgusting Bala things.

There is an introduction under the photo, which says: They are snakes.

Isn't this nonsense?It looks like this stuff was written by Qin Xiu?

Walking inside, the next picture is a group of raccoon boys at dusk. The sunset glow and the color of their fur complement each other, making them look very warm.The description below reads: Raccoon brothers, they are called Doremi Faso.

Yin Xiangdong had goose bumps all over his body, Qin Xiu, are you okay?

Then there were two ducks sprinting through the grass with their mouths wide open and wings fluttering excitedly. Just looking at the photos, he seemed to be able to hear their cheerful quacking.The introduction of the work also has a voiceover for the two of them——Duck: This is called the call of the wild!

There is also a ferret that got its head out of a half-pipe buried in the soil, and a ferret was stuck at the other end of the pipe, showing only its furry buttocks. Hey, no, Yin Xiangdong was dumbfounded when he saw the introduction below——ferret : That's my ass.

Yin Xiangdong walked and watched, and the more he watched, the more silent he became. Qin Xiu used various methods to express his theme. He looked at the pond shot with a super wide-angle lens. In fact, this pond may only be the size of a larger swimming pool. , but under the lens, it looks like a vast swamp in the Amazon Basin; there is also a fisheye lens on the water surface, with lush aquatic plants and small fish tadpoles under the water, and the sky under the sunset on the water, which looks like It looks like a red-hot poached egg; under the macro lens, several ants stand on a small mound, holding a broken leaf bigger than their own, so proud; a tree frog with the size of a thumb on the trunk is photographed like a tree frog The vertical climber...

This is not something that can be easily found by just walking around, because this is not a jungle or a wetland, it is just a wasteland that exists in the cracks, without patience and hard work, it is impossible for you to take these pictures.

"I didn't expect you to come."

A familiar deep and magnetic voice came from behind, and Yin Xiangdong turned his head unexpectedly.

Qin Xiu stood behind him with no expression on his face.

Yin Xiangdong raised the "Great Legacy" in his hand: "I saw the advertisement of the photography exhibition on it, and I came here when I was a little interested." He lowered his head and flipped through the magazine, curling his lips contemptuously, "Not bad, obviously it is The photos that were rejected can be published in the magazine with dignity."

Qin Xiu stepped forward slowly: "Speaking of this, tell your father for me, I'm not surprised that he would do such a thing, but if he thinks that I will let him play tricks like my father, That would be a big mistake."

Yin Xiangdong frowned: "What do you mean? Are you implying that my father is behind you?"

"How bad are your Chinese scores?" Qin Xiu stepped forward again, folded his arms, lowered his forehead slightly, and stared coldly at the other party, "I'm not hinting, I think I made it very clear."

Qin Xiu's height advantage and arrogant aura made Yin Xiangdong very angry. If they are wild animals now, then he is committing suicide and breaking into this leopard's territory at this moment: "My father can only provide reference opinions, and finally decided to go to the leopard. What is left is the judges, and your work cannot convince the judges, who can be blamed?"

"Yin Xiangdong, although I have always felt sorry for your IQ, but today, I am really sorry." Looking at the choked photographer who was speechless, Qin Xiu said coldly, "Appreciate slowly" and turned to leave up.

Yin Xiangdong was still in the mood to appreciate it, so he quickly went downstairs and threw the "Great Legacy" into the trash can by the side of the road, wishing he hadn't been here this time.

"Oh my god is that a spider? I thought it was an ant!"

"It's so cute and the introduction is fun!"

Archer listened to the comments of the visitors. At first, he thought the jumping spider was an ant. He heard from Qin Xiu that this kind of spider avoids natural enemies by imitating ants.He bumped into Qin Xiu's shoulder, his eyebrows beaming, "They all praise you for your well-written introduction."

Qin Xiu's face darkened, it seems that the sequelae of writing the introduction are still there.

Ms. Han asked Qin Xiu to write some brief introductions for the photos. Qin Xiu said that he could not write, but in order to achieve the best infectious effect for the photography exhibition, Ms. Han insisted that the photographer write the introductions.Qin Xiu and Ms. Han struggled all afternoon, and in the end they could only compromise. When they got home, they piled up the photos on the coffee table, and fell asleep on the sofa.When Archer came back, he saw Qin Xiu occupying his bed and asked him to get up to write. Qin Xiu got up, but wrote on the back of the photo: snake, fox, ferret...

Archer took the trouble to ask him to revise: "Your writing like this has no appeal at all, try again!"

The polar bear gave him a cold look, flipped through the photo and wrote: They are snakes, they are raccoons, it is a fox...

Archer was speechless: "Be serious!"

Qin Xiu put down his pen and said in a muffled voice, "I have no inspiration."

Archer looked at the polar bear who was sitting on the ground with his head down on the sofa and closed his eyes, looking like "I have no inspiration". He was really lost. He squatted down and asked, "Then how do you get inspiration?"

As soon as he finished asking, Qin Xiu raised his eyelids and stared at his pants with beautiful eyes.

10 minute later.

"You have been pinching for a long time, how much have you written?" the curly-haired young man asked bitterly.

Qin Xiu twirled the pen in his right hand, and twirled his big fluffy tail with his left hand, and said indifferently and nonchalantly: "The eighth one is done, hold on for a while."

"Why do you like to play with your tail..." Archer looked at the polar bear who was pinching his tail wantonly with a headache, "How about I give you a toy dog ​​with a realistic tail?" I really want to do it once and for all He freed Mr. Tail.

"I just play around." Qin Xiu said,

What a bloody answer.

"The ninth one is done." Qin Xiu frowned as he looked at the listless and drooping tail. "Shake it, it doesn't even move."

Archer lay down on the sofa listlessly: "It's not happy, okay?"

Qin Xiu held his tail with both hands, rubbed it again and again: "Mr. Tail, why are you unhappy? Is it because your master won't let you appear on camera..."

Archer turned his head and saw Qin Xiu talking with his tail in his hands, his face flushed again in disbelief.

The black limousine drove past the Municipal Art Museum. Today is the last day of the wasteland photography exhibition, and there are still many visitors coming in and out of the gate.

The fat middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in the car, and then flipped through the newspaper. There was even a special report on the wasteland. During this period of time, those environmentalists have also been calling and promoting on various media on the TV network. Professors and experts from the School of Biology of Xin'an University, as well as stars who are UN environmental protection ambassadors, came to help out.But what's the use, the man piled up the newspapers, it's really naive, it's impossible for the bidding meeting to stop because of this.

The car arrived at the bidding site, the man got out of the car, and saw the boss of Weisheng Group who got out of the car at the same time as him. In this bidding, the two will be the biggest competitors.

The two walked into the city hall one after the other without talking to each other. The fat man was taken aback suddenly. Why did the back who was waiting for the elevator look so familiar?

It is not difficult to see the youth and elegance just from the back view, as if aware of the gaze behind him, the young man turned his head, nodded and smiled at the two behind him.

An Jiamian?The man immediately recognized that handsome and elegant face, and An's also came to bid for that piece of land?

Like everyone else, he is not optimistic about An's. An's is a RMB player, and playing with land is not his forte. However, An Jiamian's quiet side face makes him think that this either-or bidding meeting will end well. Is there an outlier?

Jason accompanied An Jiamian and the administrative assistant to the bidding meeting. The quotation process was very boring. The administrative assistant was bored looking at the tender in his hand, but An Jiamian flipped through a piece of venture capital materials with his legs crossed.

"Or a photography studio?" Jason was startled.

"It's much better this time than before," An Jiamian lowered his head and flipped through the document. "At least there are no dog paw prints."

"You really want to invest in this studio?" Jason thought it was incredible.

"How could it be?" An Jiamian crossed one leg and glanced leisurely with his head lowered, "I just asked him to rewrite it. Ah, that's right, it's still helpful to include the part of the photography exhibition... ..."

You don't invest in you and let others rewrite a bird?

Due to the previous campaign, bidding for wasteland has also become a topic of public concern. There have been reporters following up and reporting. Finally, on this day, several newspapers reported the results of the winning bid with headlines. However, to everyone's surprise, the winning bidder broke out. Unpopular, neither Kinder nor VIA.

"An's?!" Wang Ziqiong held up the newspaper with an expression of disbelief, and pondered for a while, "By the way, I remember that the foundation that held the photo exhibition for us before is An's, right?"

There was an eerie silence in the studio, Wang Ziqiong looked at Qin Xiu's stern profile, and fell silent knowingly.

Archer was also taken aback, and took the newspaper and read it carefully.The trend of the newspaper is very strange. An's winning the bidding is actually no different from Kinda VIA's winning, but the report claims that this is the victory of the environmental protection relay?

Of course, there are reasons to say this, because An's winning bid is not an entertainment city amusement park, but a wetland park.The government must have finally chosen An's plan under the pressure of public opinion.Because the Times and other newspapers generally predicted that the wasteland would be built into an entertainment city or an amusement park, so when the wetland park plan finally won, everyone felt rejoiced and felt that the wasteland had finally got the best ending.

But Archer felt that something was wrong. Qin Xiu hadn't spoken much all day, so he should have noticed it.That night, he lay down on the sofa and carefully recalled the whole story of this incident, and then checked the publicity made by the foundation on the Internet. Across the water, even the photo exhibition brochure stated that the sponsor was only the Municipal Art Museum, and there was no trace of the Anshi Foundation anywhere.

Why?The big golden retriever jumped off the chair, and the answer was already obvious.

I sent a text message to An Jiamian, thinking that the other party would not reply, but I didn't expect to receive a reply immediately - at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Wetland Park.