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Chapter 78: I\'ve become a professional

Now, Cai Hong immediately felt that this was good, even before her brother-in-law had said anything. Of course it was good, Feng Yiping had copied it from a pose he had used when taking his wedding photos.

After that, Feng Yiping became Cai Hong\'s personal photographer, and she struck the most fashionable poses at each scenic spot. Every time Feng Yiping corrected her, her enthusiasm for the photo shoot grew.

At a reclining stone by the lake, Feng Yiping simply demonstrated himself how to sit to make your legs look longer in the photo. Of course, there was a reason for this. Zhang Yan was okay in other aspects, but in terms of altitude, she was naturally a bit worse. Later, in order to take photos that made her happy, Feng Yiping put in a lot of effort.

This is a sacred place for people who come to the park to take photos. When Feng Yiping demonstrated, there were people around him, watching him demonstrate how to pose his legs, and they had charming expressions on their faces. Everyone around, from the elderly to the children, was laughing.

I went, being too involved in what you\'re doing is sometimes not good, and here I am, unintentionally becoming a comedian.

Cai Hong was also overjoyed, but still sat as Feng Yiping demonstrated, looking straight ahead, and let Feng Yiping take a photo.

After they left, the next group of women to go up for their photos all followed Feng Yiping\'s instructions and took the same pose.

Feng Yiping held the camera while Cai Hong walked next to him, happily discussing with him, \'There\'s a nice bamboo garden next, what pose should I strike?\'

The two of them were talking animatedly, while Mei Yiliang walked alone in the back row, feeling a little lonely.

At that moment, there was a shout from behind, \'Wait a minute, wait a minute,\'

They looked back and saw a man with long hair wearing a press vest and a camera with a long lens hanging from his chest. He caught up with them and, out of breath, asked Feng Yiping, \'Young man, I am a member of the provincial photography association and own a photography studio. I can see that you are very professional at taking photos. May I know who your teacher is and would you like to exchange ideas sometime?\'

Feng Yiping was secretly amused.

If it were anyone else, he would have no problem exchanging ideas with other photographers, but he never liked these men with long hair who thought they were artistic. He immediately politely declined, saying, \'Haha, I learned from my junior high school teacher, and it\'s all authentic and unorthodox. I\'m not good enough to exchange ideas with you. We\'re busy, so you go ahead!\'

You have to understand that any skill, after time, will become more and more refined. And a skill will only really develop when it becomes widespread. Nowadays, photography is the preserve of a select few. Compared to the later days when every rural grandpa and grandma had a high-pixel camera phone, most people\'s photography skills are really quite average.

In addition, later on, various experts, including models, taught these techniques to everyone on various platforms. Feng Yiping felt that what was considered ordinary would inevitably make some professionals with a low level of skill feel the itch to learn.

After Feng Yiping finished speaking, he turned and left. The man did not give up, and Mei Yiliang took Feng Yiping\'s words seriously, thinking that he really didn\'t have anything more to say. He stopped the man who was still trying to catch up.

Seeing that Feng Yiping really didn\'t want to, the man said, \'I\'ll leave my business card. You can come by sometime,\'

This unexpected turn of events made Cai Hong even more convinced of Feng Yiping\'s photography skills. So instead of just strolling around the park, it became a photo-taking tour for Cai Hong. Fortunately, the park sold film, and as for Mei Yiliang, he couldn\'t even interrupt, and was completely reduced to the role of bag-carrier.

Cai Hong had not yet become Feng Yiping\'s sister-in-law, so he could not afford to do anything but his best. He was meticulous with every photo, and it was exhausting enough.

He then realised that in an era when taking photos was not convenient, women\'s enthusiasm for taking photos was actually so high, certainly no less than their interest in shopping in the mall.

It wasn\'t until the sun was about to set, and no matter how good your skills are, this point-and-shoot camera couldn\'t take a good photo, that Cai Hong reluctantly stopped. At this time, Mei Yiliang finally let out a sigh of relief. For most of the afternoon, he had felt like an unnecessary third wheel.

Feng Yiping, of course, saw the loneliness that his brother-in-law deliberately revealed in the afternoon, but he didn\'t care. You used me as a cover-up!

When Cai Hong and the others took Feng Yiping back to the factory, it was already past the end of the workday. The workers took basins with soap and clothes in them to the bathroom to take a shower.

In the furniture workshop nowadays, there is a lot of wood dust. It\'s fine in winter, with clothes in between, but now they wear less and sweat more. The workers sometimes joke that they can scrub half a catty of mud off their bodies in the shower.

A big man, really big, looks half a head taller than Mei Yiliang. The exposed arm is definitely as thick as Feng Yiping\'s thigh. Wearing a blue short-sleeved work uniform, he is smoking under the corridor in front of the small building. When he saw them enter the door, he grinned and said, \'Back already? Where did you go in the afternoon?\'

\'We just went to the park, where else?\' Cai Hong seemed to lose her energy as soon as she entered the door. "But you know what, Yiliang\'s nephew Yiping has a great photography skill. He took a lot of photos for me this afternoon. At that time, the Provincial Photography Association even chased after him to communicate!\'

\'Oh, that\'s amazing. Feng Yiping, right? I\'m Cai Hong\'s elder brother. Don\'t be polite here, just treat it as your home." The tall man is Cai Hong\'s elder brother, Cai Lei.

A burst of laughter came from the kitchen on the left side of the building. \'Yiping, right? I often hear your brother-in-law talk about you. I never thought you could not only write articles, but also take such good photos!\' A young woman with short hair and wearing a light blue silk shirt stepped out of the door. Her laughter preceded her arrival, quite similar to that of Wang Xifeng.

She wore a silver necklace around her neck, an apron tied around her waist, and swept a glance at them. She paused for a moment, and said to Feng Yiliang, \'Yiliang, why don\'t you take your nephew to watch TV? Cai Hong, why don\'t you come in and help? Dad is having friends from the neighbourhood office over tonight, and I\'m busy as hell on my own.\'

\'I shouldn\'t have come back so early,\' Cai Hong muttered, watching a bespectacled man carrying a basin walk over, go up the steps, set the basin down, take out a glasses cloth from his pocket, and wipe his glasses against the light. "Er, where\'s your girlfriend? Why isn\'t she helping?\'

Cai Hong\'s brother Cai Xin blew on his glasses, "Xiaoli got off work late, and it\'s an eight-stop journey here, so she won\'t be here so soon. You\'ve been playing all day, what\'s there to complain about helping with the cooking?\'

\'She\'s back,\' he nodded to Mei Yiliang and smiled at Feng Yiping, "This is Yiping, right?\'

\'Yes, hello uncle!\'

\'I often hear your uncle talk about you. Sit down for a while, dinner will be ready soon," he said, picked up the basin and walked upstairs.

Cai Lei then said to Mei Yiliang, \'Come, I\'ll take you to say hello to dad.\'