This was the third day that everyone came to Zengdao. The afterglow in the sky was orange-red, and the round sunset looked particularly alluring. Haneda Beach is not a west-facing coastline, so the setting sun can only sparsely fall through the green pine trees, leaving a few flower bones on the white sand beach.
Song Qian stood on the high steps and put on a dark blue T-shirt and solid-color jeans. It was simple yet gorgeous. His almost shoulder-length hair was combed very smoothly, hanging quietly in his ears. , a few strands of hair playfully flying in the wind, standing on tiptoe with bare feet, embracing the sunset with open hands, trying to keep the sunset, the smile on the face with eyes closed is so peaceful, so romantic, so warm.
Even Han Caiying, who was watching from the sidelines, was fascinated by it and did not realize at all that the person in front of her was a work of art that she spent an entire afternoon creating.
Dane Kent was also shocked by this scene, and felt deeply honored that he could retain the beauty of this moment. This was the last set of shots. Although he had taken many beautiful and moving pictures before, but like now This was the first time that he, as a photographer, had such an effect that he had to sink in!
After taking the photos of the stairs, the last lingering charm of the sunset gradually dissipated, and after a while, night fell completely.
Dane Kent checked the camera carefully, and after confirming that all the previous images were imprinted, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to announce that the work was over.
Song Qian, who had been posing for three days, breathed a sigh of relief and sighed in his heart that it was not easy to be a graphic model.
It was night, and the beach was a little cold. Han Caiying came over with a coat in her arms, carefully helped Song Qian put on the coat, and then praised with a smile: "Well done." The tired Song Qian could only smile back.
¡°Let¡¯s go have a meal together!¡± Dane Kent packed up his precious camera and announced loudly.
After the staff cheered for a while, Dane asked his assistant to go to the island town to buy food materials.
Dane is a relatively rigorous photographer. Except for letting everyone go wild for a long time when he first arrived here, the next two days were basically spent in busy work meticulously. Now that the work has been completed, Dane is relaxed. Coming down, the white man's naturally romantic and generous temperament is immediately revealed.
As an "island without fossil fuel cars", there are no fuel vehicles on Jeung Island. However, there are many villa-like accommodations along the coastline. For this summer clothing poster shoot, CK very generously booked three in a row. The dormitory provides photography groups.
Song Qian and his "exclusive stylist" Han Caiying were honored to be assigned to a separate dormitory. Even the chief photographer Dane lived in a dormitory with several assistants, which shows how much Anne Klein valued Song Qian. .
Back at the dormitory, Han Caiying washed the hairspray out of Song Qian's hair and took off her makeup. Han Caiying did these tasks very seriously from the beginning of the shooting, as if she really regarded herself as Song Qian's stylist. Rather than a costume designer who came to supervise the photo shoot.
The place for the dinner was in the middle of the three rooms, on the lawn of the courtyard of the dormitory where Dane and his assistant lived. There was originally a barbecue pit with tables and chairs for the night camp. After Song Qian and Han Caiying changed their clothes, When we arrived, several assistants had already prepared charcoal fire and barbecue materials.
Han Caiying looked at the group of grown men with a smile, took some meat and other ingredients, took Song Qian and got into the dormitory kitchen, preparing to make some contributions to tonight's feast.
"What kind of food do you like to eat?" In the refrigerator in the kitchen of the dormitory, Han Caiying found some side dishes such as bean sprouts and kimchi, looked at all the ingredients and asked Song Qian.
"Tomato!" Song Qian picked up the red tomato on the table without hesitation, rubbed it with his hands and took a big bite. The bright red tomato juice squirted all over his mouth, and the sweet taste made him squint and laugh.
Han Caiying smiled dumbly. This baby had given her enough surprises, and she didn't care if there was one more. Picking up the remaining large tomatoes and thinking about it, she decided to make tomato beef soup, a famous Korean dish.
Song Qian has always been a gentleman and stayed away from the kitchen. Naturally, he knew nothing about cooking. After helping her wash all the side dishes, he could only stand aside and watch Han Caiying's skillful cooking skills.
It has to be said that a woman who is good in the hall - Han Caiying is very beautiful, especially with her slightly exotic temperament; and who is good in the kitchen - with clean knife skills and no sloppy food combinations; such a woman is absolutely perfect in modern times. They are on the verge of extinction, but so far, he has met two, one is Han Caiying, and the other is his sister Qian.
But it is a pity that one is married to a beautiful woman, and the other is a blood relative. No matter how good they are, they can only look back and sigh.
At this moment, Song Qian¡¯s heart was completely??He is jealous of the man he has never met, the man who has this perfect woman in front of him, and even thinks about why he didn't meet her two years earlier, before they got married? At least at that time, I could still fight for it. Now
After a while, the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of tomato and beef soup. Song Qian, who was greedy on the side, glanced excitedly at the boiling soup in the pot. He unconsciously came closer and took a deep breath of the aroma, the aroma of beef and the freshness of tomatoes. The sweetness is inhaled along the nasal cavity, slowly moistened into the lungs, and finally integrated into the bottom of the heart. Beauty and food, everything is a delicious feeling, making Song Qian's mouth drool.
Seeing Song Qian staring at her with her chin in a daze, she stirred the beef soup in the pot and put down the tomatoes. Han Caiying laughed softly. Han Caiying filled some soup with a spoon and blew a few on her mouth. After it cooled down for a while, he slowly brought a piece of heart to Song Qian's mouth and said, "Looking at how greedy you are, let's have a taste."
"Wow, it tastes delicious!" The freshness of beef and the sweetness and sourness of tomatoes, through Han Caiying's careful cooking and control of the heat, the two flavors are intertwined in the soup. After drinking it, it is colorful and refreshing, making people unable to resist their appetite. Open.
"Really?" Han Caiying happily took a spoonful and tasted the taste for herself. Although she was still very confident in her cooking skills, she felt a little uneasy when facing the person in front of her. After confirming that the taste was refreshing and delicious, Then he secretly let go of his worries: "Is it more delicious than what your sister makes?"
"Thisthis, each has its own merits, each has its own merits"
"I think my cooking skills are better than your sister's, so don't help me." After getting along with Song Qian for a long time, Han Caiying unconsciously got into the bad habit of selling melons to Mrs. Wang. When she said these words The face is not red and the ears are not red.
"Aha? Oops, it smells so good. I can't wait. My little expectation has turned into a big one. No, it's a huge one!"
Han Caiying couldn't help laughing because of him, but when she raised her mouth, she felt a heart-piercing tingling sensation at the end of her fingers. With the funny Song Qian distracted by the side, she just finished making soup and chopping vegetables. When she reached her finger, bright red blood immediately poured out from the cut skin, and she couldn't help but scream out in surprise at the stinging sensation.
"Are you okay?" Song Qian panicked, quickly walked to Han Caiying's side, picked up her cut finger and stuffed it into his mouth, sucking hard the blood that had covered the fingertips.
Before Han Caiying came back to her senses, she felt her fingers become wet, and the tingling sensation of her tongue licking her fingertips made her face turn red. A sense of shame forced her to lower her face, but strangely, she didn't hate Song Qian's behavior. Shi Chaoyue's movements made me feel a very wonderful feeling, a kind of warm sweetness, and a kind of faint happiness.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." After a long time, Han Caiying withdrew her fingers that were numb and weak from being sucked, lowered her head to hide the blush on her face, and continued to cook the unfinished dishes.
"Nuna"
The catkins had left his palms, but Song Qian was still immersed in the sweetness of his fingers. When he came back to his senses, the beauty had lowered her head and cooked in silence, no longer looking at him. Only then did he feel that his actions just now were a bit arrogant. , I just wanted to apologize, but my words came out right.
The awkward atmosphere brewed for a while. Song Qian, who was restless, glanced wildly. The suppressed silence was too uncomfortable, so he found a lame excuse and left the kitchen.
Song Qian left, but Han Caiying took a deep breath, looked at the disappearing back and sighed, then lowered her head and continued the unfinished meal.
The emotion I felt just now was too nervous. I am obviously a thirty-year-old woman, but after meeting him, I still feel nervous. When I sucked my finger just now, my heart would beat, beat, and move