However, it's none of Su Xingyu's business.

Because of her relationship with Zhuang Zhen and Su Xingqi, they can't beat her when they shoot well or badly.

She turned around to find a way to solve her own problems. In any case, even if no model is willing to cooperate, she will take this environmental advertising photo.

She went to a nearby tree where equipment was piled up. There were many props prepared by the organizers for models and photographers to choose from. She bent down to pick and choose, trying to find a suitable prop to express the theme of this time - since no one can use it, use props. Who stipulates that environmental protection photography can only take people?

After a long selection, she picked up an African tambourine.

It is a national musical instrument covered with old leather and colorful patterns. Its exquisite appearance is like a work of art.

She pondered that she could make a little shape for the drum and put it in a few angles to capture the desolation of the grassland, which is still there, but the things are different.

But before I thought about it, I felt that my hand was empty, and the African tambourine was snatched away by the two hands stretched out from the stab. She looked up and saw Su Xingqi standing in front of her with the drum in her hand in a red silk folding jacket, smiling with pride“ This drum is mine. " Su Xingqi said relaxed and comfortable.

"I saw it first." Su Xingyu blocks her way.

Su Xingqi disdains: "what do you like first? I said that if I want it, I want it. If you don't like it, bite me. "

Su Xingyu of course can't really bite her, but she doesn't want to give up when she meets such a thing, and still blocks her way: "put things down."

"I don't know."

"Then you don't want to leave here half a step."

Su Xingyu's body is smaller than Su Xingqi's. originally, it was impossible to fight with her bare hands. But now Su Xingqi has such a big drum in her hand that it's not easy to get rid of Su Xingyu's interception. The two men were deadlocked and confronted in the cool wind in the mountains.

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Zhen came, his face slightly heavy, "Su Xingyu, it's you again?"

"Put the drum down." Su Xingyu still said that.

"What else?" Asked Zhuang.

"Or you won't get out of here." Su Xingyu's clear eyes look directly into Zhuang Zhen's eyes. Now she has seen through the woman's weakness, "Zhuang Zhen, don't you like to pretend? If you want to pretend, don't quarrel with me and destroy your image as a famous lady. But if you don't pull, it seems that you can't take Su Xingqi and such a big drum. Now it's not my problem, but what you should do. "

Zhuang Zhen secretly scolds Su Xingqi for being stupid, saying that he wants to come to find Su Xingyu's trouble, but he is caught in a dilemma here. He has to rely on her to rescue him.

She was quiet for a while, and soon had an idea. She took a few steps, took a small stool from the pile of props under the tree, and said to Su Xingqi, "sit down."

Su Xingqi didn't understand her meaning, but since it was ordered by Miss Zhuang, she sat down obediently.

"Since Su Xingyu won't let you leave, let's take photos here," said Zhuang with a gentle, elegant and leisurely smile. "Anyway, the scenery here is also good. Qiqi, you put a few postures out, and I'll make a beautiful picture. " With that, I really picked up my camera and tried to shoot Su Xingqi.

Su Xingqi suddenly realized, yes, Su Xingyu won't let them go, so they'll shoot here! How clever Miss Zhuang is!

She flattened the drum with pride, as if for the sake of Qi Su Xingyu. She really slapped the African tambourine several times: "ha ha, this drum is really good. I want to take more pictures."

Zhuang Heng also laughed: "OK, I'll help you take as many pictures as you want. Qiqi, you are so beautiful. You look wonderful playing drums."

After listening to Zhuang's praise, Su Xingqi beat the drum more vigorously.

The quality of the drum was good. The sound spread far away. Many photographers and models nearby were attracted to watch it. Some of them gathered at half-time to watch Su Xingqi play the drum.

"Is this African tambourine? It's beautiful. "

"Miss Zhuang's composition is very good. Your shot just turns the model's drumming hand into a golden section. The light is also appropriate." Someone stood behind Zhuang Zhen to see her camera viewfinder screen.

Others are listening to Su Xingqi's slapping voice: "however, Miss Su Xingqi, can you play drums? It sounds like a few knocks. "

Su Xingqi just to gas Su Xingyu deliberately hit a random, no rules to follow, at this time to hear such comments are not happy: "drum this kind of thing is not simple? Look, I'll call you. "

Said, than just heart to knock up, but still appear disorderly, very hard to hear.Su Xingyu was robbed of the drum by them. Originally, she wanted to rush forward and grab it back. At this time, seeing Su Xingqi playing so badly and full of confidence, she couldn't help but want to watch her make a fool of herself.

Zhuang Zhen, who is holding the camera, turns to see Su Xingyu's smiling face and knows that she is mocking Su Xingqi, so she says to Su Xingqi in a gentle voice: "Qiqi, I'll teach you how to fight. You play in groups of three beats, three beats, two strong and one weak. Do you understand? " She once learned piano lessons with a private teacher. Although it is different from drums, she still has some basic sense of music.

So Su Xingqi really fought in accordance with the law of two strong and one weak, which sounds more pleasant than just now.

Several photographers and models around all gave out praise: "it's still miss Zhuang who is good at all kinds of musical instruments, even African hand drums. It's really nice to point out Miss Su Xingqi like this. "

Zhuang Heng smiles modestly: "where is Qiqi? She is smart and talented."

Su Xingqi's drumming was easy, and she also robbed Su Xingyu's things. She was very happy, and said with interest, "I don't have miss Zhuang. Miss Zhuang is a master of music."

"You both have a great sense of music. It's amazing."

"That's it, that's it..." the crowd sent out waves of compliments.

Su Xingqi beat the drum more energetically, but at this time, someone inadvertently looked up and suddenly changed his face: "look

Looking in his direction, I saw a few horses running out of the deep shade of the hillside. The head horse was red, just like a shock. The beautiful clouds, the female rider on the horse's back slightly bent down and rushed towards this side. The mountain wind confused her long hair, flying wantonly. Behind her, several other dark horses also rushed here under the control of their respective riders!

"Danger! Get out of here

The photographers and models here are shouting and dodging one after another for fear of being hit by the horses. It's not for fun!

Su Xingqi is the most miserable in all the leaps and bounds. She moves a step slower than others on the edge of the tambourine before she can get up. The first red horse has already run to the front!