One day, Xiaoyu called her and asked, "You took the photo above?"

Cong Xin didn't react at the time and asked, "There are photos there? Did I not take photos?"

"Isn't it your upload on Song Jingxing's Weibo?" Xiaoyu was surprised, "No, it's your style? I can clearly feel it."

"Oh, you are talking about that, it must have been taken by me, right?" Cong Xin was curious, "Aren't you interested in Song Jingxing? Why are you still following his Weibo?"

"I want to see that? It was recommended by someone else. A friend who knows photography said it was a photo uploaded recently on Song Jingxing's Weibo. It was a bit interesting. It was taken by someone insider. I went to see it and saw the first one and knew it was your work."

She and Xiaoyu are good friends and classmates of the same major, so naturally they can't hide it from her eyes.

"It's okay to take pictures." Cong Xin felt a little embarrassed.

"I looked at it and the photo was very good. Who asked you to post it?"

"Your cousin suggested sending some photos. Song Jingxing felt it was troublesome, so he asked me to take some photos and post them casually."

"I have to say that Song Jingxing did a good job in this matter." Xiaoyu couldn't help but praise.

After a while, Cong Xin couldn't help asking, "How do you think the shot is going?"

"You can just check it out on Song Jingxing's Weibo." Xiaoyu kept it a secret.

After Cong Xin hung up the phone, he logged in to Weibo, searched Song Jingxing's name, and soon found his Weibo.

Seeing his number of fans, I was shocked. It was so scary that it once again proved the degree of Song Jing's popularity.

Song Jingxing doesn’t have many personal photos. Apart from work, he has never seen him take photos in private. Obviously, he is a person who doesn’t like taking photos.

Almost all the recent photos taken by myself.

Cong Xin clicked on the comments and found that many netizens were commenting on photos.

It was said that the photo was so touching, and it made people cry after watching it.

Some people say that Song Jingxing is a photographer who was delayed by acting. He only knows that idols act well, but he didn't expect that photography can be so easy. Compared with idols, he feels that he is useless, and it's simply unreasonable not to work hard.

Some people also say that the artist’s vision is different from that of ordinary people. Any item can be photographed with textured stories.

After watching it, Cong Xin almost burst into tears. Although they all regarded it as idol works, they were still very excited to see that their things were recognized.

This is the first time she has received recognition since graduation, not because of her exaggeration or because of her eye-catching.

Although there are idol plots and exaggerated effects, she is still very excited.

Just as I was about to close the page, I suddenly found that there was a new message on it, [I didn't take it.]

Sister Fang? No, Sister Fang won’t say that.

This tone looks very similar to Song Jingxing.

How did he deny it? He would lose his favorable feelings.

Everyone is obviously happy about photos.

Almost at the same time, Fang Min's phone call came and asked her if she was with Song Jingxing.

"Not here." Cong Xin said, "He is in his room, I am in the living room."

"Then you go find him and ask him to stop and don't post it online. The original situation is very good, but you insist on making trouble. Not only did the previous effort go in vain, but you would even hit yourself in the foot with bricks." Fang Min was furious.

Cong Xin went upstairs and said, "I'll go now."

Song Jingxing smoked over his head, "The mud cannot support the wall." With a bang, he threw the door up again.
Chapter completed!