Chen Mo put the instant noodle bowl in his hand on the table, resting his hands on his knees casually, looking directly at the uncle, and chuckled:
"Actually, you can't say that. It's not valuable unless it produces value that is visible to the naked eye."
"Let's put it this way, do you think it's valuable for athletes to compete in the Olympics? It's valuable, right, to bring glory to the country."
"Do you think it is valuable for each country to set up national treasures? Yes, right. It is a symbol of our spiritual culture."
"Do you know why the flags of each of our countries are different? Because the flag of each country has special meaning to the people of the country. The pattern is unique and irreplaceable. It is more than just a pattern.
Yes, right? It’s a totem, a belief.”
"Nothing can be judged by its practical value. You said that the rally horn blown by the soldiers on the battlefield is meaningful? Yes, it is a signal on the battlefield, giving the soldiers the spiritual strength to charge, and a sign of retirement.
It is a voice that the soldiers will never forget in their hearts.”
"Folk songs, folk songs, totems, national anthems, athletes' marches, group songs... there are too many. Art is meaningful and the power that can bind our spirits together. These music and patterns that give meaning to objects are
Art."
"The photography I like also has this power. It can record the past, from every moment of our lives to the history of our entire human race. Without people in the past, there would be no future. I don't think the art of photography is without
Something of value.
…”
Chen Mo spoke word by word. His speech was slow and not aggressive. His gentle tone and magnetic voice made him appear to be particularly clear and gentle. The pauses in his sentences were just right, not sharp, even very peaceful, but it made everyone present feel...
Let’s look at the attitude and strength behind the gentleness.
Everyone listened quietly, and no one interrupted Chen Mo in the middle. I wonder if it was their imagination. They felt that the young man had a kind of magical power. When he was serious, their eyes would be attracted involuntarily.
It wasn't until Chen Mo finished speaking that everyone exhaled softly, and then there was a response from the crowd, and many people nodded.
…
The uncle looked at Chen Mo blankly for a long time.
I have to say that sometimes, when someone speaks, a lot of things can be revealed. How much ink he has in his stomach, his thoughts, and his attitude can all be seen from his words and the way he speaks.
The young man rarely spoke when he got in the car. It was then that the uncle noticed the difference in the young man. How can I put it, people with ideological beliefs and people who live in chaos give people completely different feelings.
He chuckled and shook his head. At this time, he completely erased the equal sign from Chen Mo and the idol stars that his daughter chased and filled her bookshelves.
"Haha, indeed, my classmate is right. I was too reckless before, and I agree with what you said. But I still feel..."
"Uncle, I understand what you mean."
Chen Mo chuckled helplessly when he heard this. The most difficult thing to change in the world is a person's three views.
"But how should I put it...Uncle, you may not have understood it in detail, but photography is not just art.
In fact, the industry you mentioned is also involved, because it is embedded in almost all disciplines.
It ranges from the imaging recording of medical biology cells and viruses in the microscope, to the detection of human body instruments during surgery, to the soil temperature infrared camera display and imaging, to the restoration and modeling of ancient paintings and ancient books... as large as geological testing, military exploration, and satellites.
Monitoring, space telescopes... these are all closely related to images.
Photography is something that can be studied very deeply and extensively..."
Chen Mo's words made the uncle slightly stunned, and he gnawed on the beef jerky.
Hey, that seems to be the case!
He had gone into a misunderstanding before.
So photography seems to be connected to many things.
"Hey, let's put it this way, photography is indeed a very good thing. Junior classmate, do you mean you want to study this field in the future?"
"Not sure, but I want a photographic instrument that suits my needs."
Chen Mo chuckled helplessly. He loosened his hands that were placed on his chin, casually supported the edge of the bed, and glanced at the sunshine outside the window.
He really didn't know where he would go, but he promised that Mr. Wen, who was recruiting students, would go find them at that time. Maybe he would really get involved in some other subjects later, but where he would go and what step he would go to, he himself
do not know either.
…
Chen Mo was dragged along by his uncle to chat for a long time. In the end, Wu Ju helped throw away his instant noodle bucket.
Mr. Ge remained silent and listened quietly to the two chatting. His eyes kept falling on Chen Mo. With his eyesight developed over many years, he seemed to have guessed who Chen Mo was.
He actually left province y this time, and he had some business there before.
There were some things in his box, which was actually quite heavy. Chen Mo's relaxed attitude when he helped him move the box, his unusual strength, Chen Mo's figure, and the information about Chen Mo's grades that Wu Ju inadvertently revealed,
Coupled with the habit of carrying a camera with me, and the same journey from south to north...
As someone who had met Chen Mo once on the podium at the medal ceremony, Mr. Ge smiled kindly. Chen Mo may not have raised his head to look at him at that time, but he observed Chen Mo wearing a mask for a long time.
This young man...should be the young man with the mask.
…
"If you are bored in City A in the future, or if you need help, you can come to the old man. I live next to the Navy Yard, on the West Fourth Ring Road, which is quite close to your school. If you come, give me a call in advance.
Call me, I'll have someone pick you up."
Chen Mo stared blankly at the business card handed to him.
Chen Mo didn't expect that he had never said a few words to him. He only helped the old man move his luggage, but before getting off the car, he walked up to him, handed him a business card, and said these words to him softly.
.
Before Chen Mo could say anything, the old man had already patted his shoulder with a chuckle and left.
I don't know if it was Chen Mo's misunderstanding, but he felt that when the old man stood up and prepared to get off the car, four or five young people with straight bodies also stood up and walked to the old man's side without leaving a trace.
As if it was not an illusion, one of them walked up to the old man, leaned lightly on his feet, and helped the old man pick up his luggage.
…
"Huh? Brother Mo, why don't you get out of the car?"
Wu Ju, who was carrying his luggage out of the car, looked at Chen Mo who was standing there and asked doubtfully.
"Ang, right away."
When he got off the train, Wu Ju was even more excited than Chen Mo. He squeezed Chen Mo's shoulders and shook them.
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ps: It’s actually a hundred chapters, time flies so fast.