Nian Botong went over and knocked on the door, "Fang Xinghe."

"What are you doing?"

"Open the door."

There was a rustling sound from the room, and Nian Botong became even more suspicious. Fang Xinghe said in the room, "I'm busy."

"Open the door!" Nian Botong raised his voice, and Fang Xinghe immediately hummed: "What are you doing?"

Nian Botong said, "You open the door and I'll say a few words to you."

"That's what you said."

"No, the door must be opened."

Fang Xinghe wailed again, then the sound of slippers stepping on the ground, and soon the door was opened by her.

Nian Botong looked into the room and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything, I'll just look at the photos I've taken these days." Fang Xinghe stood at the door and asked, "What do you have to say?"

"I'm used to sitting and talking."

Fang Xinghe looked at him and was about to walk towards the living room. Nian Bo grabbed her and said, "I said the same thing in your room."

"My room is small and I feel uncomfortable sitting..." She looked at Nian Botong and wondered, "Do you want to go into my room and see?" She immediately put on an ambiguous expression: "Have you never entered a girl's room, so suddenly you have a whim and want to go into my room to experience it?"

When she spoke, she raised her eyebrows with a very good beating, with a look of "I understand you". Then she reached out and pushed the door of her house open, "e!"

Nian Botong felt itchy and wanted to hit the child.

He raised his foot and his eyes fell on the computer screen. He found that as she said, she was looking at the photos. In the photo, a group of small radish heads were coming out of the kindergarten gate, holding hands and walking towards the fixed pick-up site in a long series. From the similar photos below, it was obvious that they started taking quick and continuous photos since they left the door.

Fang Xinghe was beside her, with a very owed smile on her face. She observed Nian Botong's expression and asked, "Does my room fit the girl's room in your mind?"

Nian Botong took a look and asked casually: "When did this take a photo?"

"Three cycles." Fang Xinghe said: "I took a series. Now I integrate it and find that I can have a thousand pictures after taking pictures, and I'm filtering them."

"What are you going to do after the screening?" he asked again.

"Oh, I found a photography competition held by the provincial photography association online before, and I plan to submit it." Fang Xinghe said, sitting down: "There is no way. The school needs me to show my presence, and the student union also needs me to use my strength to prove my abilities and display my personal charm. Oh, it's not enough if I don't work hard, I will become a salted fish if I don't work hard..."

Nian Botong looked at her, "So you are in the house to choose photos?"

"Yes." Fang Xinghe turned his head to look at him: "Then what do you think I'm doing in the house?"

Nian Botong didn't say anything, "Then you are busy. I'll ask my aunt to bring the fruit in later. By the way, my feet still need medicine."

"I know!" Fang Xinghe responded with a long voice.

Nian Botong glanced at the house and went out. When he left, Fang Xinghe muttered: "Can't that be... he suspects that I'm not studying in the house? I'm insidious! He also lie to me that I have something to tell me, but in fact I'm here to supervise whether I'm studying!"

It took Fang Xinghe several nights to select four of the most satisfying photos from more than a thousand photos. Then she printed out the photos and went to school to find Professor Chen.

Professor Chen asked in surprise: "I remember that your photography teacher should be Professor Li, right?"

Fang Xinghe first pretended to be a shy smile, and then she said, "I think Professor Chen is approachable and will not dislike me if I am not your student, nor will I accidentally offend you and make things up with me. I think Professor Chen is the good teacher in my mind, so I am happy to let you teach me. Although I know that every time I come to trouble you, it is really a waste of your talent, but I can't find the second all-round teacher that I can ask for advice. I only know you."

Professor Chen remembered that Li Renyi's daughter, because she had a crush on a boy in the class, tried every means to trouble the boy's girlfriend in the dormitory, which caused conflicts in the entire dormitory and even went to the Academic Affairs Office. Professor Chen was inconvenient to say more about how Li Renyi was, but from a certain point of view, Fang Xinghe's worries were not groundless and had conflicts with his teacher's daughter. Who knows what the other party was thinking? So he could understand why Fang Xinghe came to him instead of Li Renyi.

He smiled and said, "Little Mao girl, her mouth is so sweet. Come on, let me take a look!" He quickly looked at the three printed photos and asked, "What is the title of this set of photos?"

Fang Xinghe hurriedly handed over the copy he wrote: "It is called "To the Disappearing Childhood."

"How many of these are selected?"

"More than five hundred pieces," said Fang Xinghe.

“Styling?”

Fang Xinghe hurriedly shook his head: "It was captured."

Professor Chen looked up and was surprised: "Capture? No wonder the characters' expressions and movements look so natural."

"After I finished the filming, I will buy spicy strips for those little guys." Fang Xinghe pointed to the next group: "This is from junior high school, and the last one is from high school."

The high school part is not like the previous three groups, where the children and young boys are hilarious after school. Instead, the students who are studying and enrolled on the campus are in the background. In a corner of the construction site not far from the high school part, a shabby doll fell to the ground, becoming the theme of the whole photo.

I have to say that this is a set of carefully outlined pictures. He asked: "Xinghe, how long have you taken these sets of photos?"

"It's been nearly a month," she said, "I went to look for schools after school. These are some of the better schools in Haizhou. I took a long time. I heard from people that a photographer could take a photo for several months. Now I believe it because the pictures I want are not always available at any time. Many times, even if they appear, they must be able to catch them. These pictures were all captured by me, and the last one, this broken doll was originally from the construction site, and I threw it to this position. I wanted to make a sharp contrast."

Professor Chen nodded and fully affirmed her intentions. "If you have this kind of mind, you will know that you are a child. You are bold, meticulous and have ideas!"

Fang Xinghe smiled shyly again, "With Professor Chen's words, even if I missed the competition, I feel that I have learned and affirmed it. It makes me feel that it is not important to win an award, but to be able to understand things from it."

No matter how much Professor Chen heard it, he felt that this child was so popular and could speak. The key was that he looked sincere, just like what she said, and every sentence was from the heart. The child also had an honest look, and the most important thing was a righteous heart and talent. How could he really think that it made people like it?
Chapter completed!