What will Mr. Koo buy today?

When Zhao Xingluo came to the audition location according to the address given by the senior, he checked the SMS at least three times before finally deciding to walk into this place.

- an abandoned shopping center awaiting demolition.

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

The theme may be related to the supernatural?Zhao Xingluo thought in his heart, which overturned his first impression of the fashionable clothes and temples.

However, after entering the interior of the abandoned shopping mall, Zhao Xingluo did not have this sense of disobedience, because he saw many staff members busy coming and going in the empty lobby on the first floor, which broke the environment to a certain extent. A feeling of dead stillness and desolation came.

Zhao Xingluo looked around, but he didn't see the senior himself, maybe he was changing clothes or putting on makeup. Seeing that no one was stopping him, he didn't bother to report himself, so he found an open space and stood down, trying not to disturb others, causing trouble to others.

"Newbie?"

Just a few seconds after Zhao Xingluo stood still, a young-sounding voice came from behind.

Zhao Xingluo didn't turn his head, because he wasn't sure if the other party was talking to him, and he didn't want to cause trouble.

"Is this the first time taking pictures, I haven't seen you before."

The owner of the voice didn't seem to care that the first conversation was selectively ignored, but passed on another sentence, this time he had already stood by Zhao Xingluo's side.

It was a young man about the same height as Zhao Xingluo, but his temperament was very different from him. Zhao Xingluo's attire today gave off a very common student look, while the other person had a subtle dandyism.

For this reason, Zhao Xingluo should choose to turn a blind eye again, and before he knows the identity of the other party in this circle, he can't make any original performances, so as not to cause trouble for the seniors, so Zhao Xingluo had no choice but to shake He shook his head and said, "No, I'm here to find someone."

"Oh, your friend called you over to play? Then we are the same."

The young man seemed to have found an entry point, and started talking about this topic.

"Before I came here, I thought the address was wrong, and I dared to come in after looking at it for a long time." The young man complained.

"Where is this taking a photo? It's not too bad to take a photo of Liaozhai."

Zhao Xingluo listened with a sinking face, and it was like writing five big characters on your face if you were happy.

"It's not interesting, play somewhere else?" said the young man.

"Thank you, no need." Zhao Xingluo shook his head.

"not me……"

"Stay away from other people." Just when the young man was determined to say something, the senior finally appeared on the stage to defuse the crisis, and he seemed to be quite familiar with the young man.

"Why do you make me look like a scourge?" the young man protested.

"Okay, you can go back quickly. He called me and said that he couldn't come because he had something to do today. You don't have to wait any longer. How can you arrange your own communication." The senior said.

"What kind of person is this, calling me to come and release pigeons again." The young man seemed to be anxious to see the "he" in the mouth of the senior, and after saying goodbye to them, he left resentfully. look.

"Don't pay attention to him," the senior said to Zhao Xingluo, "I...a friend of a friend."

Zhao Xingluo hummed, judging from the pause in the senior's tone, the first friend may have some special meaning, but he doesn't gossip about other people's private affairs, and let go of this point of information after he noticed it.

"Clothes for you," said the senior. "This place has been abandoned for a long time. It's gloomy. If you're cold, just put it on. I'll be done in a while, and then go eat a hot pot to warm up."

"Okay, you are busy." Zhao Xingluo nodded, and after watching the senior leave, he lowered his head and flipped through the dust bag in his hand.

He only wore an ordinary top without a coat on his upper body. After standing in the cold and damp abandoned building for a long time, he really felt a little cold, so he opened the dust bag after sending the laundry, He put the windbreaker designed by Gu Shang on his body.

Filming is still in progress.

Zhao Xingluo looked curiously at the models posing in various poses.

He didn't know much about it, but he found that he was quite sensitive in this regard.

Because sometimes he feels that the pose of the model is a bit awkward, and the main photographer will not be satisfied at this time, and will quickly make very concise requirements and guidance on the performance of the model; and Zhao Xingluo thinks the pose is good. , Most photographers will also give thumbs up to the models.

The lighting facilities in this abandoned shopping center are not complete, so the light from the flash is particularly dazzling. Even if Zhao Xingluo is standing in a very peripheral place, his eyes still feel a little uncomfortable after standing for a long time.

He looked behind him, and there was no one else behind, so Zhao Xingluo took a few steps back, but was still shaken by the flash.

This made him a little puzzled, obviously he had already left the place where the stars were shining - Zhao Xingluo looked around, and quickly got the answer - it turned out that someone was taking pictures of him.

The other party was a boy who looked younger than himself. Seeing that Zhao Xingluo found his snapshot, he smiled a little embarrassedly.

"It's not your turn yet? I saw that you had a good posture just now, so I snapped a few photos." The boy said with a smile, his slightly chubby appearance looked very talkative and friendly.

"Huh?" Zhao Xingluo hesitated for a moment, realizing that he had made an oolong, shook his head and said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Hey? Aren't you a model?" The boy's small, dark eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hey, I thought... I'm so sorry, I'll delete it right away." The boy said embarrassedly, looking down at his camera.

It seemed that because he was very satisfied with these works, he was reluctant to delete them immediately. Looking at Zhao Xingluo on the monitor, he seemed to be still feeling sorry and unbelievable that he was not a model.

Just as the boy gritted his teeth and was about to delete, the voice of the chief photographer came from the temporary workbench.

"Who took these pictures?"

The boy followed the prestige, and at a glance he saw the photo he had just taken, which had already been uploaded to the computer.

"It was taken by me, Master." The little boy ran over to explain without thinking about deleting the photo.

"I'm not asking this, who is the person in the photo?" the photographer said, with an excited expression and tone.