Su Meng followed behind Song Qingzhi and asked, Song Qingzhi's T-shirt was blown up by the wind, and his black hair fluttered in the wind, Song Qingzhi turned his face to look at it, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked. "I used to be a good student. ”

"Do you know the road here? It's too fast!"

Su Meng saw that Song Qingzhi was getting farther and farther away from him, and he also sped up.

"I've been familiar with the road here two years ago!"

The voice was not very clear, but Su Meng listened to Mingsu, and slammed the brake to stop, he looked at Song Qingzhi's gradually disappearing back and was stunned, but his heart was already surging like a wave. A slight laugh sounded in his ears, Song Qingzhi bit his lip, and smiled evilly against his forehead, "So active?"

"......" Su Meng blushed with shame, Song Qingzhi understood his thin skin, and kissed the other party on the cheek before parting, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed, Su Meng's well-behaved and obedient appearance in front of him always made him feel that he had become a disciple.

"I've almost got your identity done, and if nothing else, we'll be able to leave next month. By the way, do you still want to go back?"

Song Qingzhi changed the subject.

“...... I want to be with you. ”

Su Meng plucked up courage and said. Song Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, and then sighed for a long time. "It seems that I owe this favor to ...... for the rest of my life"

When he returned to the store, Uncle Cai had already rested. The two crept upstairs and returned to their rooms. Song Qingzhi reached out and touched some old photos on the wall,

"The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes two years ago was these photos. It's all about the sea...... At the time, I was still thinking about how many shots could be taken from the same angle...... There's something wrong with this guy......"

"What happened later?" asked Su Meng as she leaned against the table and smiled. Song Qingzhi walked over, propped his hands on the edge of the table on both sides of Su Meng's body, circled the person in front of him, and looked at each other fixedly,

"Later, I gradually learned all about this guy, the books he put on the shelf, Chinese books read the most, the clothes in the closet like Suse clothes the most, the place I like to go is the beach, and the food I like to eat is sushi and meat. The personality is a little awkward and a little fierce, but he is obedient to me, like a puppy, secretly taking my photos but not telling me, and keeping a silent guard alone for two years. If I don't come back to this guy, he's going to be shut up for the rest of his life. Give up my past for me, give up my own desires, be willing to be me, bear everything for me. I don't tell me anything, I have to remember and think about ......"

Su Meng listened to him speak slowly, and her eyes were glowing with a layer of water. Song Qingzhi gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Fortunately, I remembered it, I love this guy." I love you, Xiao Su. They went around and around, and finally returned to each other's arms, their fingers intertwined, and they sealed with kisses.

The transparent wings of the dragonfly reflect the light like glass, and the picture of flapping its wings is frozen in the photo. The afternoon sun fell on her body through the thin curtain, and Su Meng closed the photo album and turned her head to look outside, and she could see the sparkling sea in the distance.

In two years, Song Qingzhi became a rookie among freelance photographers, and won many awards as Hu Yang. However, Song Qingzhi never seemed to care about these, in the bedroom, there were no trophies in any corner of the living room, and the samples pasted on the bedroom wall were more about the sea, seabirds and tides, all year round, morning and dusk, morning and evening, almost all the time of the sea, the light and dark lines were connected all the way, and the whole wall became the sea.

What was Song Qingzhi thinking when he looked at these photos? Have you been thinking about yourself for the past two years? Su Meng looked at the wall in a daze. It has been more than two months since the two returned to Guangzhou, and Su Meng's heart was in his throat when he entered the country for inspection two months ago, but fortunately there was no problem, Song Qing held his hand tightly and did not let go.

He had been in Japan for too long, and when he spoke Chinese, he inevitably had an accent, and Song Qingzhi would patiently help him correct it every night, and would teach him some simple Cantonese. The two sat on the carpet next to the bed side by shoulder, Song Qingzhi said a word, he repeated a sentence, and taught the two to always hug each other in the end, kissing each other gently. He can write Chinese characters, but he writes more traditional characters, and he is partial to the orthodox characters, the strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the glyphs are resolute and sharp, Song Qingzhi always laughs and teases him,

"Your words are so hard, anyone who reads them has to be afraid. ”

Su Meng scratched her head a little shyly when she heard this.

"But it's good-looking, I like it. ”

At dinner, Su Meng asked Song Qingzhi why he became a photographer. Song Qingzhi thought for a while and said,

"After I came back, I went to the beach every day, not just standing on the beach, but walking into the sea to feel the waves. I always felt as if I had forgotten someone, I was very irritable, and the cold water calmed me down. Probably because of the frequent occurrence, a photographer who collects wind thinks that I can't think of it and wants to die..."

At this, the two laughed. Song Qingzhi said,

"How can I seek death? You saved my life with all your might, and I must live well. ”

After speaking, he held Su Meng's cheek and kissed the other party's lips.

"I got acquainted with the old man after a while, and gradually embarked on the road of photography, and I found peace in photography. Memories seem to be coming back, too, and when I hear the sound of the waves, fragmentary images sometimes flash through my mind. To tell you the truth, I hadn't opened the box you packed for me when you sent me away, and once when I opened it, it contained checks and cards and stuff, as well as your picture..."

Su Meng was stunned for a moment, he didn't remember putting his own photo in. Song Qingzhi saw his doubts, thinking that the other party had forgotten, and described in detail,

"It's not an ID photo, it's an ordinary life photo. You're wearing a sovier T-shirt with a dark blue apron tied around your waist. I can't find the eyes smiling at the camera, and I look at the portrait in the background of the photo, when you were still at Uncle Cai's place, nineteen years old, twenty years old?"

Su Meng then remembered that it was a photo taken by Uncle Cai. It was taken for him by Uncle Cai when he was twenty years old. As he grew up, in addition to the baby photo on the birth certificate, this is his second photo. What was he doing at that time? What was he doing at the age of 20? At that time, he didn't meet Song Qingzhi, he was just an ordinary young man, every morning when he woke up, he would first ride a bicycle to the beach and take a picture of the sea with a film camera of Uncle Cai, he liked the unique light sense of the film camera, and the sea he photographed was always clear, bright and blue, like a cheerful and smiling young man. Then I went to the aquatic market to help Uncle Cai buy ingredients. Every day, a peaceful and lonely life.

On the day he was twenty years old, Uncle Cai walked into the store with his hands behind his back mysteriously and quietly handed him a box. He was behind the counter to help Uncle Cai settle the accounts, and he reached out at random to pick it up, without any strength. The box was a bit heavy and almost fell off.

"What, what is this?" Su Meng shook the box, there was no sound inside, and the weight was really not light. Uncle Cai blinked,

"Go back to the house and see for yourself. I see that your birth certificate says that your birthday is today, so I'll buy you something by the way, after all, your coming-of-age ceremony has also arrived. ”

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