My Sister is Very Obsessive

My sister and Qin Mengmeng finished drinking water and rested for a while before slowly preparing to start "work" under my urging!

Before, Qin Mengmeng had been thinking about the theme of the photo exhibition "Autumn in a Small Courtyard", so she was ridiculed by her sister, but in the end, her sister didn't seem to take any advantage.

Fortunately, she had already figured out a way to deduct the question.

"Autumn" consists of the sycamore leaves on the top of the head, or in order to highlight the autumn more, the fallen leaves on the ground can also be gathered a little bit.

The key is the "campus" theme.

When it comes to campus, some people think of school uniforms, some people may think of those big white legs, but a small number of people may think of teaching buildings, classrooms, or blackboard desks.

We don't have school uniforms, but I do have big white legs, but I don't want to. There are teaching buildings, classrooms, or blackboards.

It is impossible to add a yellowing filter and say it is autumn.

Qin Mengmeng has solved this problem, and the solution is also very simple, that is, take a book.

So, before the official start, I took my student ID card, ran to the library, and borrowed a book at random.

Fortunately, the library is not too far on Wutong Avenue, and it only takes ten minutes to come and go.

Seeing that I took the book back, my sister hurriedly brought her drink with a smile,

"Brother has worked hard, come and drink water!"

It was indeed a bit of hard work, but the hard work was not tiring, but the work of serving these two ancestors.

I took two breaths and didn't speak. I reached out to pick up the water bottle that my sister handed me over, but my sister avoided it quickly.

"I feed you!"

"Cough cough!" Sitting Qin Mengmeng coughed loudly, "Damn, can't you think about my feelings!"

"Don't think about it!" My sister turned her head and grinned at Qin Mengmeng, then leaned against my chest even more recklessly, holding the drink bottle in one small hand and the clothes on my chest with the other, lighting it Come and feed me water.

I took a big sip, and then pressed my sister's head,

"Okay, let's get started!"

"Uh-huh!"

My sister nodded hastily, closed the drink bottle, sat opposite Qin Mengmeng with the book, stretched out her hand and pushed her,

"Get up, don't steal my mirror!"

"You're not confident, you think in your heart that I'm more beautiful than you!"

"What?" My sister turned her head and looked at Qin Mengmeng in a stunned manner, "Where did you get the confidence to say something like this, you're prettier than me, hehe!"

"Then why are you afraid that I will steal your mirror!" Qin Mengmeng stood at the table, holding a drink bottle in her hand, looking at her sister with a serious face, "This only means that you subconsciously think I am more beautiful than you. , so you are afraid that I will steal your mirror!"

"I……"

My sister was choked to the point of being speechless, so she looked at me with a look of help,

"Brother you say, who you say is the most beautiful in the world, you say you say!"

"You, you, you are the most beautiful in my heart, no one can be more beautiful than you!"

I was speechless, and sure enough, girls are unreasonable creatures, and they will be red-faced because of who is more beautiful.

"You're not a magic mirror!"

Qin Mengmeng gave me a dissatisfied look.

I really had nothing to say, so I had no choice but to spread my hands and look at the two girls with big eyes and small eyes,

"I beg you, I'm the person in charge of this work, please be more serious!"

"I've always been very serious!" Qin Mengmeng hummed softly and took a step back.

"You mean I'm not serious!" My sister suddenly became anxious.

"No, no, you are all serious, I'm not serious!"

I feel that my ability to work with mud is getting stronger and stronger. In the future, I will go directly to Libya, or become a peacemaker in war-torn countries in the Middle East, and maybe I can get a Nobel Peace Prize back.

After all, even the President of the United States can win the Nobel Peace Prize, why can't I? I have neither launched the Gulf War nor launched a war of aggression on the grounds that such and such countries may have "nuclear weapons".

Probably sister and Qin Mengmeng also felt that they seemed to be "playing" too much, so they did not continue to "tear each other", but cooperated earnestly.

"Yan Yan, you open the book, um..., that bottle of drink can actually be placed on the right hand side."

Saying that, Qin Mengmeng drew a square frame with the thumbs and index fingers of both hands, and then observed the picture through the square frame and felt that it was still not good, so she said,

"Let's put it on the left hand side!"

So, my sister took the drink bottle to the left again.

"Um... If you are a black cat, how about squatting in front of the book?"

Black cats can understand words. After Qin Mengmeng finished speaking, she took the initiative to hide in front of her sister's book.

Qin Mengmeng walked left and right twice,

"Yan Yan, you nod your head slightly, the hair next to your ears can be put down a little or two, and the sea can also be made a little fluffy, so that they have an elegant feeling in the wind!"

"The black cat crouches a little rounder, so it looks more naive."

"Yan Yan's head is lowered, try to be as close to the black cat's ears as possible, and then her eyes are more serious when reading..."

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Qin Mengmeng is like a professional director, and I am more like a tool responsible for photography, but this is also good, although I also like small and fresh pictures, but as a boy, after all, I can't be like a girl. detail.

"Shen Jun Shen Jun, come here, this angle is perfect!"

When I saw Qin Mengmeng beckoning to me, I ran over immediately, and then raised the camera under her guidance.

"A little bit in the film, the sun is coming from that side, and it has to be a little bit off, otherwise the strong light will make the picture darker."

"At the last point, the yellow sycamore leaves on the table and the fallen leaves on the lawn next to it don't need to be exposed too much. Well, yes, that's it, it looks more natural..."

After Qin Mengmeng determined the final angle, I stabilized the camera and pressed the shutter.

In fact, the really good photographers disdain to use the LCD screen, but I am not a good fork, and I am quite an amateur, so I can only capture the picture through the LCD screen.

"OK!" Qin Mengmeng looked at the picture and nodded with satisfaction.

As soon as Qin Mengmeng said OK, my sister immediately stood up and ran to me, shouting while running,

"Show me, show me quickly!"

I quickly handed the camera in my hand to my sister who was approaching.

The elder sister held the camera, looked at the picture on the LCD screen, and nodded with satisfaction.

I am also very satisfied with this photo, such a perfect picture, I don't think post-processing is needed.

Wutong Avenue is so long, of course it is impossible to take only one scene!

Later, under the loving arrangement of director Qin Mengmeng Qin, a series of pictures based on Wutong Avenue appeared in my camera.

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The elder sister held the book and walked forward with a straight posture. The black cat followed her footsteps step by step. The sunlight pulled their shadows and merged together behind her.

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The elder sister held the book and looked up at the canopy of the sycamore tree above her head. The black cat squatted in front of her sister, maintaining the same posture as her. The slanted sunlight passed through the gap between the sycamore trees and sprinkled mottled on them and around them.

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Sister squatted on the ground, with a natural smile on her face, holding a yellowed sycamore leaf in her hand, and gently touched the nose of the black cat in front of her with the tip of the leaf.

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The elder sister stood under the phoenix tree leaves and stretched out in front of a flower bed. The black cat stood at the feet of her elder sister and also stretched.

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Many pictures were born under Qin Mengmeng's knowledge, and those scenes that seemed to be ordinary were brought to life because of her ingenious arrangement.

Looking at the scene in the photo, I began to seriously doubt, is this really our school?