Logical Aesthetics Chapter 1

Chapter 1

 <<Want to shoot him>>

    Hot Flow International Photo Contest, was one of the best professional photo contests in the world.

    In addition to the generous prize money provided by the organizer's hot flow fund, the winner would also receive a honorary title that would make him earn a spot in the world's top photography field, and  also the highest praise for a photographer, "Hot Flow Master".

    Hot Flow invited 50 finalists to the New York venue each year to witness the birth of the new "Hot Flow Master".

    Simply put, there wasn't a person who could be considered a mortal as the contenders of the competition were on the next level.

    At that moment, the venue was dark, and the only source of light was the display screen that successively displayed the photo entries on the stage, but everyone's attention was not here.

    When Zhang Xingzhi was looking around, everyone was talking about it. Although there was an experienced host on the stage and even he was embarrassed—it was decided to announce the winners the day before itself, but it had been repeatedly delayed.

    They heard that one of the award presenters was late.

    Hearing that Zhang Xingzhi's forefoot was sure that he might be able to win an award, and he wanted to put himself on the school's official website. When Dean Jiang of their admissions board was hearing everything on the call, he thought incredulously: "Then is everyone waiting for him?"

    "Well," Zhang Xingzhi explained briefly to the nosy Dean on the phone. "He should reach the venue soon."

    Dean Jiang was shocked: "... How can he dare to be late? It's too crazy, isn't he afraid of being blacked listed collectively in your circle?"

    Zhang Xingzhi paused and recapitulated the ongoing nagging in his ear: "He's an outsider."

    Dean Jiang was even more shocked, and his tongue was almost knotted: "How can they ask an outsider to present the award ???

Teacher Zhang, I'll report it to you."

    The discussion on the phone was still going on, Zhang Xingzhi said, "The judges  also agree with him."

    As soon as the words were spoken, he was thinking that the Dean Jiang who could raise his eyebrows once and again could not bear it. His mouth was so loud that it could be heard by the counselor's office on the other side of the corridor, and then he banged the table: "Nonsense! This is Hu ... "

    "He reached."

    Dean Jiang was startled: "What?"

    In response to him was silence.

    Zhang Xingzhi looked at the familiar figure that appeared at the door, and suddenly no voice was heard.

    The outsider who stopped and bent a little to walk beside him, Zhong Yi was also a little unhappy: "Weren't the results given to you already, waiting for me to do something."

    I only said that I would come for sure, but did not say when I would come, which prompted him to eat a few bites at the airport.

    The man said, pressing his back and his sore shoulders and neck, lowered his head a bit, the two strands of natural black hair on the side of his face were scattered a bit, and a loose bun was arrogantly tied on the back of his head, full of tiredness.

    Looking at the person who was not at all looking alright, Osta's caught his attention and was very grateful that the lights were not turned on at that moment at the venue.

    Walking in the dark, Osta bent down gently to match the height of his friend, and the voice was very low: "Did you eat anything on the plane? Hold on, wait just for ten minutes."

    What ten minutes, Zhong Yi never believed the concept of time at award ceremonies, but he was so distressed that he supported his neck with a humming sound and put on a fake smile and stopped answering, staring at the path below his feet and  listened to the person next to him who was continuously nagging, and let the eyelids fight.

    Not to mention why, since the man appeared at the door, the discussion in Zhang Xingzhi's ears gradually subsided. Everyone looked at the direction of the door unanimously, his gaze stuck tightly on the slender figure, trying to think through the darkness. To see the person coming in clearly, the venue became very quiet.

    Dean Jiang still relentlessly asked him on the phone, but Zhang Xingzhi stared at the man for a moment, and realized that his brick and red satin shirt and the black and white sweater had not been changed. His feet were still taking careless steps.

     Suddenly, Zhang Xingzhi felt that the tip of his nose was wrapped with the seemingly fragrant body fragrance again, as it had been a moment since this person was lying in his arms.

    He didn't care about the inquisitive eyes around him, Zhong Yi followed Osta and  took out a blindfold from his jacket pocket as soon as he got seated on the judge’s seat. In front of everyone's eyes, someone hadn't had time to marvel at his beautiful skin, as he watched the man raise his hand and hid the long and narrow eyes behind the blindfold.

    The smile on Osta's face couldn't stop, looking at his friend on the display screen,leaned his back on the chair and fell asleep, his temples burst into shock and he didn’t dare to speak. 

    Although he was always the first to do outrageous things, Osta knew that it would be inevitable to invite someone to marvel at him, but wearing a blindfold was too much ...

    On the screen, the man looked beautiful even if half of his face was covered.

    Zhang Xingzhi looked at the delicate face and slowly swallowed, and left a sentence on the end of the phone and told him to cut the call.

    Even if the director cut the camera quickly, Zhang Xingzhi could not listen to the host's embarrassing words when he got on the stage. His heart was still full of that person.

    Many voices could be heard and many people on the field were speculating about his origin, but more people in the audience were still expressing their dissatisfaction.

    You can imagine the situation as someone sitting in the first row at the Oscars wearing an eye patch. Generally, it would be quite serious during an international competition, but this person was stunned by this guy, and his personality was almost cursed. The only thing Zhang Xingzhi cared about was that this person seemed a little tired.

    Coming from Hong Kong, the 13-hour flight would have been very uncomfortable it seemed as if he hadn't slept at all ...

    Zhang Xingzhi stopped his eyes, in just a few seconds, the camera vaguely saw something on the neck of that man, but the man didn't hide his calm appearance, but he was not sure.

    Thinking about the ring in his pocket, Zhang Xingzhi subconsciously touched his neck.

    It was crazy last night ...

    Usually, Zhong Yi would never find someone to sleep with before taking a long-distance transport.

    But after a while, he had to wait for a celebratory banquet. After a few glasses of wine, Zhong Yi was also restrained, and the elevator door was  blocked by someone which forced him to take the door.

    To be honest, it was not bad. At least his first-class cabin for thirteen hours was filled with the aftertaste.

    Zhong Yi's beautiful thin lips did not consciously tilt upwards. The sensitive fingers seemed to remember the touch of the muscles that struck the person's back muscles last night.

    Going crazy, it was true that he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

    Although Osta always kept an eye on his movements of the person next to him, he didn't dare to ask him what he was laughing at, so he could only try to stick to the villain in his heart.

    Don't let him catch those who are out of control in a short period of time. It's not good to slip and who wanted to pushed into a corner. Fortunately, the things in their circle were basically not out of the circle, and it was not too shameful.

    Afraid that Zhong Yi would have to wait impatiently, as Osta said it would take only ten minutes.

    The speed of light received by the host on the stage simplified the process in his lines of the speech, and he proceeded to the last part of the gathering with a few words: "The list of ten photographers who have been shortlisted for the Hot Flow International Photography Contest will be announced next. There are also a few dark horses that will stand out from the familiar old faces ... "

    Although only the top three of the ten photographers were to be given the title of "Hot Flow Master", in fact, except for the first three people, there was no specific ranking on the list and it was not in order, therefore the names were announced in an alphabetical order.

    Zhang Xingzhi was the last one to go on stage.

    The ten participants arrived and the guests who were presenting the awards came on the stage one by one.

    Osta leaned over to Zhong Yi's ear and was about to wake him up and he saw that the previously motionless person suddenly took off his blindfold and his eyes narrowed in confusion, spoke in a low voice in English. The low voice was full of drowsiness: "... There is a Chinese person?"

    Zhong Yi previously only looked at the photos for the selection, and he didn't know who the photos were from.

    Osta looked at the tall asian man on the stage without losing his physique, and whispered: "Well, it's right in your hand in the order."

    The time it took for the two to speak, the first eight award-giving guests had already got up and walked towards the stage in their order.

    Zhong Yi followed behind Osta, and his eyes were getting wet and blurred, and when he leaned over his head to yawn and then stood next to the Chinese photographer, Zhong Yi  found out how this tall person looked.

    It was not surprising that the director did not have a good memory. It was too rare for two Chinese people to stand on the hot flow stage at the same time.

    Looking up with countless eyes, the two raised their heads and lowered their heads, and at the first instant Zhong Yi, who was facing the other person, couldn't help but laugh.

    With that smile, the bangs on the man's cheeks curled slightly on his cheeks again scattered a few strands of hair, light thin lips, the bridge of the nose was high, the heavens were full, a side face straightly saw all the photographers who were knowledgeable underneath. Only Zhang Xingzhi's gaze stayed on his white neck with red marks in front of him, and he guessed who he was correctly...

    What kind of fate was this to meet a person from a one night stand at a place nearly 10,000 kilometers away?

    Zhong Yi hooked his lips. The pair of long and narrow eyes were full of smiles, sweeping through a circle of men's coats that had not changed like him, leisurely withdrew his gaze and smirked at him, "It's such a coincidence."

    It was then that Osta realized that something was wrong.

    Although he had always heard about Zhong Yi in this respect, this intuitive impact was really the first time, the light was too dark when he was taken in, he didn't pay attention to it.

    Then in the next second Osta's soul was blessed and he looked straight at the neck of the Chinese photographer in front of him.

    Not to mention, everyone on the stage saw the traces on the necks of the two in a clear close-up on the light screen.

    The charming kiss marks on the beauty's neck were just like the long scratches on the tall guy's plate-inch side neck. They were just symmetrical.

    The person in the studio was a little dumb, it took him a few seconds to remember to cut the lens, and quickly changed the angle towards the corresponding ten photographers on the stage.

    After studying the details, Zhong Yi looked down at his feet and smiled, "So did I leave a mark on you last night?"

    Zhang Xingzhi lowered his head to stare at the kiss marks that he could not cover, holding the ring in his pocket to say no, but he resisted and in the end only two heavy words came out: "Sorry ..."

    The tone was restrained but with an indescribable intimacy.

    Zhong Yi smiled even more and the corner of his lips lifted, he turned his head to look at the entry behind him on the screen, and said: "It's a very good shot, Congratulations."

    Zhang Xingzhi paused: "Thank you."

    Although it was not without a third person who could not understand Chinese, it was not at least within the visual range.

    However, this did not prevent Osta from collapsing, because the atmosphere in which the two stood together was too subtle. He believed that as long as it was not a blind man, they could see that the two had gone to bed, or they had been rushed out shortly after they had finished. A hot night in bed.

    Listening to the restlessness below, Osta was approaching the edge of the downtime, and he tried to control his trembling voice and said in a low voice: "Hey ... you at least cover it!"

    But Zhong Yi didn't lift his eyes, and said in a hurry: "How should I cover it, do you wear a scarf to cover it in summer?"

    Osta couldn't stand it anymore. After a long stretch of time across a wooden post, it only had a bad effect on Zhong Yi.

    It was true that he had been forced to figure out in his mind how to "witness  these two witnesses" to get killed in the room.

    Zhong Yi found it very funny, how could he not know that this person was afraid of the hot flow judges and the winning contestant would pass the leg and smash the signboard.

    Osta saw the man with his arms raised and sneered at himself: "Are you not confident in yourself or are you not confident in the professionalism of the Hot Flow?"

    Zhong Yi said that he didn't wait for someone to speak and then added his own words. He didn't look back at him from beginning to end and said with a lip: "Since you dared to fool over with me, don't be afraid."

    During the discourse, Zhang Xingzhi saw that his eyebrows slightly lifted up from the side. The soft light from the large screen lined his arrogant and awkward jaw line. Each hair tip was dark and messy, but high above.

  "  Want to shoot him."

    This was the first time Zhang Xingzhi has had two impulses about the four words with the same person, within 24 hours.

    Zhang Xingzhi's eyes sank and he wanted to shoot him.

    The author has something to say: 

     

    Zhang Xingzhi: Want to shoot (ri) him

    Note: The heat flow ≈ Hasselblad is still the old formula.

TL Notes: This is my first MTL translation, I'm not a native Chinese speaker so please understand if I miss anything in translation. Cheers!...

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