Chapter 2116: Don't Harbor Unrealistic Fantasies About Her

Qingkong was very persistent.

But Jiang Mobai frowned.

He was thinking that if Qingkong could not provide a reliable reason, he would definitely refuse.

The next second, Qingkong stated his own views and feelings:

"Your injury is a symbol of honor; it is like an injured eagle, temporarily dormant, but about to spread its wings and soar high."

While Qingkong was speaking, he had already thought about how to shoot in his mind.

And his few words also made Jiang Mobai feel a long-lost sense of passion.

He looked down at himself, and then asked: "If I agree to the photo shoot, will you give me pointers?"

"Yes, and I will also communicate with you about my latest works."

"Alright then, I agree!"

Jiang Mobai's thinking was very simple.

He was idle anyway, so he might as well shoot.

If he was not satisfied with the photos Qingkong took... Jiang Mobai also had the ability to keep these photos from being made public.

Jiang Mobai, on this side, was quietly making his own little calculations.

Qingkong, however, suddenly asked a question: "Do you like Su Kexuan?"

Jiang Mobai was secretly feeling smug.

Upon hearing this question, his heart gave a fierce jolt!

He opened his mouth, intending to deny it.

But in the end, Jiang Mobai did not give a negative answer.

He only warned Qingkong: "Mind your own business about whether I like her or not! Anyway, Su Kexuan won't like you, so don't you harbor any unrealistic fantasies!"

Qingkong smiled and made a promise: "Rest assured, I won't."

"It had better be that way!"

Qingkong did not waste his breath on baseless matters.

He handed Jiang Mobai a card and then said: "This is my address; if you have time on the weekend, come over."

"Where are we going to shoot?"

"We'll talk about it when the time comes."

After Qingkong finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and walked into the distance while looking at the exhibition.

Amidst the coming and going of people, Qingkong soon blended into the crowd and could no longer be seen.

But Jiang Mobai still stood where he was, lost in thought.

Wang Zi had heard the conversation between the two from the side.

He felt this guy was very suspicious.

Thinking back to the request he had made...

Wang Zi hurriedly lowered his voice and urged Jiang Mobai: "Brother Mobai, this photo shoot thing, don't go!"

Jiang Mobai took a beat before responding: "If I don't go, how will I understand this person and his work?"

"But..."

"That's enough, it's settled."

Jiang Mobai had already made up his mind and did not want to discuss it further.

Seeing this, Wang Zi had to settle for the next best thing: "Since that's the case, I'll go with you when you take the photos!"

"Why, do you want to join in the fun?"

"Of course not, it's just... there are some unscrupulous photographers who like to take advantage of models, I have to protect you!"

Just as Wang Zi's voice fell, Jiang Mobai raised his hand and knocked on Wang Zi's head.

Then he reprimanded: "I'm a grown man, do I need protection?"

"That's hard to say, people these days play all sorts of games."

Jiang Mobai really couldn't listen to this anymore!

He turned his head to stare at Wang Zi and warned: "Go busy yourself with your own affairs, don't worry about me! Also, stop looking at that messy stuff on the internet from now on!"

"This has nothing to do with what I look at... Hey, Brother Mobai, wait for me!"

Wang Zi followed Jiang Mobai, muttering incessantly.

However, his nagging did not make Jiang Mobai change his mind.

When the time came, he still went to find Qingkong as promised.

The environment of the apartment where Qingkong lived was just like his personality: simple and direct.

He didn't exchange pleasantries with Jiang Mobai either; once they met, he picked up his camera and took Jiang Mobai to the residential garden downstairs.

The landscaping in this residential garden was done very well, like a park.

In the very center, there was also a fountain.

White pigeons were flying around above it.

Jiang Mobai happened to have a pack of biscuits in his pocket.

He opened the biscuits, crushed a piece, and placed it in his palm.

A bold pigeon flapped its wings and flew over, landing on his palm to start pecking at the food.

Jiang Mobai revealed a smile.

He even said to Qingkong: "This pigeon is really fat!"

Qingkong did not reply; he just glanced at Jiang Mobai and began to calibrate his equipment.

Seeing this, Jiang Mobai asked tentatively, "We aren't going to shoot here, are we?"

"Mm, the lighting is quite good here."

"But the scenery here is too ordinary; what is there to shoot?"

Jiang Mobai had just finished his assessment when he heard a "Click!"

He saw Qingkong raise the camera and take a shot, then walk over to Jiang Mobai's side to let him see the result.

Jiang Mobai took a casual glance.

And then... he was stunned!

Jiang Mobai had thought Qingkong was just testing the equipment with that casual shot earlier.

He hadn't expected the result to be shockingly good!

In front of the fountain, a young man was seen looking down at a pigeon in his palm.

Golden light spilled onto him, softening his silhouette.

Hmm...

The scene was still the same scene.

But with Qingkong's framing, the entire image was filled with a sense of story.

Jiang Mobai even felt that he had become profound.

Not bad, not bad!

Qingkong took back the camera and asked, "Shall we continue shooting?"

"... It's alright, let's continue then."

As he spoke, Jiang Mobai leaned against the railing and struck a pose.

He had shot feature spreads for sports magazines before and knew how to show off his handsome side.

But after looking, Qingkong said with a look of disgust, "So greasy."

Jiang Mobai widened his eyes: "Where is it greasy? If you publish this photo, it will make countless young girls scream!"

"They would scream because of your looks. Replace you with another handsome person, and they would be just as obsessed. What is truly rare is the temperament that belongs uniquely to you."

The temperament that belongs uniquely to himself...

Jiang Mobai fell into deep thought.

Qingkong seized the opportunity and took several shots with a "Click," "Click."

And his candid shots made Jiang Mobai feel baffled.

He looked around and asked, "What attracted you to make you keep shooting?"

"The wind."

The wind...

A gust of wind had indeed just blown past, brushing through Jiang Mobai's hair.

Jiang Mobai only felt that his hair was blocking his eyes a bit.

Was this worth shooting?

Jiang Mobai looked suspicious, while Qingkong looked at the photos and said, "I feel you are much like the wind—elusive, unrestrained, and free."

Jiang Mobai liked this assessment very much; he curled his lips and smiled.

Qingkong captured it, then commented, "A very simple and honest smile."

This time, Jiang Mobai was unhappy: "Hey, I advise you to use a different adjective!"

"Then, guileless."

"No, the way you talk, has no one ever beaten you up before!"

"Why would they beat me up? Because I told the truth?"

"Right... no, that's nonsense!"

"Look at the treetops over there."

Jiang Mobai was in the middle of bickering with Qingkong.

But he suddenly heard Qingkong's direction.

Jiang Mobai didn't think much of it and did as Qingkong asked.

After finishing the movement, Jiang Mobai asked himself gloomily: Why was he being so obedient?

Jiang Mobai began to sulk.

He even crossed his arms and looked at Qingkong with a provocative expression.

But Qingkong didn't continue to bicker with him; instead, he raised the camera and kept shooting.

The constant "Click" sounds in his ears made Jiang Mobai suddenly realize something...