"Then why didn't you ask him to customize your dress? Was it because of this?"
After Ye Qing heard Benjamin's words, he turned his head while looking at the photo. Somewhat puzzledly asked, if Benjamin asked Old Portman to make a dress, then I believe there will be no missing orders.
"I've looked for him before. To tell you the truth, the first target I was looking for was him. It's just that the current dress, in order to set off the figure, is a bit tight in shape. Old Portman insisted not to make this kind of dress. He is just one Old stubborn! Unwilling to follow the trend of the market."
Benjamin nodded, the words were quite forgiving.
"Who do you say is always stubborn?!"
Before Ye Qing could talk, Old Portman who went upstairs to get things suddenly appeared behind the two.
"I don't change the military uniform very much here. It's all old friends who occasionally take care of it. Your kid is too low-level, but it took me a lot of time to find something that corresponds to your identity."
The words with a gun and a stick are undoubtedly used to make Benjamin just say he is old and stubborn. This made Ye Qing want to laugh a little, the old stubborn didn't see it, but the old naughty boy must be a little bit.
"Ye, are you looking at the photos? What do you think?"
After slamming Benjamin, Old Portman said to Ye Qing with a grin. There is a hint of pride in the tone, and a hint of regret, as if an artist is showing guests a work that he feels is not perfect.
"It's great, it looks very sensual and elegant. I'm sorry, I don't know photography, and I can't make any good comments."
Ye Qing expressed her feelings very sincerely. It was only quickly interrupted by Old Portman.
"I don't know or don't understand. The photo is taken for people to see. As long as the person watching it looks good, then this is a good photo."
While talking, Old Portman sat down at the workbench. Pick up the cutting knife and cut off Kang En's military rank and ministry mark on Kang En's dress.
"Even when I was a military reporter, I took some photos. If you don't understand the story, those photos are not good-looking, but they are still good photos. Nowadays, photography technology is getting better and better, but there are too many artificial regulations. Many. I don't like to obey those rules, and if there are too many rules, people's creativity will be restricted."
When Old Portman complained, Ye Qing shrugged noncommittal. After all, such dialectical philosophical issues are not within the scope of his research as a science student.
While listening to the broken thoughts of Old Portman, Ye Qing continued to watch the photos taken by Old Portman.
Old Portman moved very fast, and it was obvious that he was actually very familiar with the federal military uniform. In the buzzing of the sewing machine, Old Portman changed his dress. Without asking Benjamin to try, he threw the clothes to Benjamin.
"Thank Ye to bring these things back to Mr. Kang En. This is a memorial he once dedicated to this country."
The rank badges, skills badges and other small badges that were disassembled from the uniforms proved that Old Poman did not discard them. Instead, he took them back to the back of the counter with a little solemnity, and found a small wooden box and a red flannel cushion. Immediately after he took out the scissors, cut the mat into a suitable size and spread it in a small wooden box, and then handed the wooden box containing Kang En's certificate to Ye Qing with both hands.
"Thank you, I will return them to Conn tomorrow."
Seeing Old Portman's movements, Ye Qing was a little moved. The original seal on Kang En's dress was something that even he had overlooked, but he didn't want Old Portman to notice it and seemed to take it seriously.
It is said that things gather people in groups and see the performance of old Boman. Ye Qing believed that after Kang En knew about it, he would feel that he did not help the wrong person.
"Okay, the business is over. Ye, I just found out that you have been looking at photos. Are you interested in photography?"
After finishing his work, the old Boman picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for both Ye Qing and then asked slowly.
"Oh, thank you. I just need to work. I just applied for an online store in the afternoon. I need to take pictures of the firearms and upload them. I just saw that the product photos you took are very interesting, so I want to see more and learn from them."
After taking a sip of the black tea in the cup, Ye Qing said with a smile. At the same time, I am also looking forward to whether the other party can give me some suggestions. Even if the old Poman is not a full-time photographer, the reporter is a profession that often deals with cameras, and he can always know a little more than himself, a pure layman.
"These photos are just like that. If you want a good photo, a good camera, and a suitable angle, the most important thing. But the current camera is much better than the M3 we used back then. The other is to find the angle. I can't say anything. I haven't studied photography specifically. When I took these photos, I relied more on inspiration."
After Old Portman finished speaking, he suddenly put down his teacup and got up.
"Come on, you two come with me."
After Ye Qing and Benjamin looked at each other suspiciously, they stood up and followed Old Portman into the attic.
Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Old Portman did not look back either. He went straight to the door of a room, opened the door, and motioned for the two to go in with him.
"Old Portman, that's why you never let me in when you were a kid?!"
Not to mention Benjamin was stunned, even Ye Qing was stunned for a moment. On the walls of the entire room, there are full of Dangdang photos with clips. And most of these photos are photos of stumps and broken arms. The protagonists in the photo are all wearing camouflage uniforms.
"Yes, these are all photos taken during the Vietnam War. UU reading www.uukānshu.com I personally photographed them, and I saw them with my own eyes. So boy, tomorrow you will officially become a federal officer. But I I want to tell you, what is war? Don't treat it as a trifle, you must protect yourself."
Old Portman looked at the wall of photos, his pupils dizzy. It seemed that he had fallen into the memories of his youth, but he soon became sober. After sighing heavily, he spoke to Benjamin.
Just when Ye Qing wondered why Old Portman taught Benjamin to drag him, Old Portman spoke again.
"Ye, come here. These are my old man's collections over the years. Look at this grass-green M3, which was sent to me by the army when I was a reporter with the army."
After Old Portman finished speaking, Guan's eyes were immersed in the picture of Benjamin. After greeting Ye Qing, he opened a box next to it, revealing a camera full of dangling inside, and pointed his finger at the surface of one of the cameras. The paint on the surface was already mottled, and even the camera with potholes on the shell said.
"For journalists like me, the camera is our weapon and our most loyal partner. Ye, this Leica S is for you. It used to be my son's partner, but he has died in Afghanistan."
"No, it's too expensive. I can't ask for it."
Ye Qing keenly heard the difference between "he" and "it" in Old Boman's mouth. Since it was the relic of old Poman's son, Ye Qing quickly declined.
"I'm old, and I can't use this new digital camera. It's a waste to put it here. It just so happens that you helped Xiaojieming today. And you also hired veterans, so it's a deal. Me. To give it to you, besides thank you, I also hope that when you have a successful career, you can hire more veterans. Many veterans in the Federation have had a miserable life."
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