Yang Buregret came back to spend my birthday with me, but he was abducted by Lu Xingchen.

From her, I learned that Lu Xingchen was not what we saw before.

Everyone is burdened with something that makes us choose as a last resort.

I don't know if it's because I've seen a lot of things as I get older.

As soon as my thirtieth birthday passed, I actually felt a little transparent.

Occasionally, I remembered what the man had said to me at parting, but it had become more and more vague.

Only that sentence will be there a period later, and I always feel that there is something else to meaning.

The look in my eyes when he said this appeared in my dreams countless times.

Until this day, I heard the classic "Casablanca" on the car radio.

At that time, I was on my way to Qiao Rui's studio, and when I arrived, I habitually opened the door with my fingerprint and heard someone in the house.

Just as he was about to say hello, a female voice suddenly came out: "Do you want to wait for her to completely forget that person? If you don't take the initiative, how can you take the place of the person in her heart?"

This woman is Qiao Rui's ex-wife Meng Yun, a famous domestic photographer, specializing in portraits, and the royal photographer for celebrity photos and cover characters of major media.

As a classmate, he got his certificate as soon as he graduated from two universities, but he didn't have a wedding, and the artists were all impulsive and full of feelings.

However, the two gradually disagreed in their careers.

When Qiao Rui told me their story, he didn't mean to belittle Meng Yun in the slightest, but praised her for her talent, brains, and more importantly, her perseverance and determination to achieve her goals.

That's how he is, he always speaks properly.

From his mouth, I knew that Meng Yun also fought bloodily all the way.

The separation between the two was entirely due to the disagreement in the concept of artistic creation and the inconsistent identification with commercial art.

Meng Yun still admires Qiao Rui's talent, but he looks down on his indifference in fame and fortune more and more, so that he finally broke up peacefully, and now his friends are doing well.

Qiao Rui comes here too often, and it's a little bit worse than going in and out of my house, so I usually go in directly.

I accidentally heard someone talking now, and I felt very embarrassed, and I didn't have the heart to think about the paragraph I heard just now, I just felt rude.

So I pretended to have just arrived, and shouted at the entrance, "Master Qiao, I'm here!"

As I spoke, I walked inside.

When I turned to the reception area, I saw Meng Yun: "Hey, Meng Yun, why are you free to come over today?"

"Come here to learn from Master Qiao. Meng Yun smiled and learned my title, and then she picked up her bag, looked at the table below, and said that she was in a hurry to leave.

After sending her away, Qiao Rui said that he would go to the darkroom to wash two photos first, and let me play by myself.

I said yes, remembering that he had a lot of old movie discs in his collection, I asked him if he had Casablanca.

He pointed to the cabinet and said that there were four rows of three squares on the left.

And so I watched the collector's edition of the DVD in his studio.

"I can't walk with you, and I can't see you again. You must not ask why, just believe that I love you. In the movie, the heroine writes such a letter to the hero.

When I saw this, my heart fluttered, and the heroine's helpless farewell made me sympathize with her and feel distressed.

Maybe there must always be so much compulsion to achieve great love.

Only tragedy will make people unforgettable.

How many great writers like to write tragedies, such as the sentence "If there is no pain, then everything will be forgotten".

At the end, at the airport in Casablanca, the hero kills the German major who prevented the heroine and her ex-husband from leaving, and watches the woman he loves the most run to freedom.

I saw a familiar shadow in the hero's eyes, just like the farewell three years ago.

Am I dazzled, right? Am I incurable of my self-inflicted amorous disease?

Qiao Rui came out of the darkroom, and the film just ended.

"I remember you didn't seem to like romance, especially tragedy. Why do you take the initiative to look for it today?" he walked over to the bookshelf behind me to get something.

I took a sip of my coffee: "Classic." ”

"Ready?" he asked.

"Hmm. I fiddled with his Leica.

"It's not easy. He said seriously.

"yes, fortunately, the project passed. I sighed.

In order to further promote the popularity of the new journal and at the same time want to do something meaningful, I proposed the project plan of "Starlight", which was finally implemented through the final resolution of the board of directors after many approvals and resistance.

"If it weren't for your help, how could it be put on the agenda so quickly, thank you Master Qiao for taking me on the road of promoting the traditional virtues of the nation with love. I added.

He curled the corners of his lips, pulled the paper on the table, walked up to me, and bent down to wipe the coffee foam off my lips.

There were no lights on in the room, and the old movies on the projector were turned off by me and replayed, becoming the only light source.

The light changes with the lens, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Qiao Rui looked down at me, propped one hand on the wide armrest of the single sofa I was sitting on, and a strong masculine atmosphere permeated me.

We looked at each other, and for the first time, I was so close to him in such an environment.

You must know that in normal times, even if I hold his arm, it will not feel like a couple.

His eyes slowly wandered in my eyes, and he looked so closely.

The words of Meng Yun that I had just heard at the door suddenly appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help frowning.

"What are you doing? mind reading?" I said, breaking the awkward situation.

He reached out and scratched my nose, then stood up and smiled, "Yes, mind reading." ”

"What did you read?" I couldn't help but ask curiously, seeing how serious he was.

"You're hungry. He said seriously.

I immediately burst out laughing and almost gave him a kick.

Don't say I'm really hungry.

During the meal, I discussed the itinerary for three days.

Since I became a volunteer to help children with PTSD, with the increase of contact and understanding of children, as well as the observation of the current situation of aid stations and welfare homes, the prototype of the Starlight Project has taken root in my mind.

I hope to use what I am good at to really help children and welfare institutions.

I learned that soothing injuries through art forms such as painting and music is one of the common forms of healing.

So I started with Gu Lanyi and joined a group of artists, curators, and gallery directors to discuss the feasibility of the proposal, and they all expressed their willingness to provide support, which gave me a stronger motivation.

In short, we provide teaching materials and teaching for children, and cooperate with professional psychologists to assist in treatment. In this process, the work formed by the child is left to us to operate.

We raise awareness by holding exhibitions, charity auctions, and even inviting artists to invite children to join in the creative process, incorporating their thoughts and creativity. At the same time, most of the collectors directly confronted by the artist are entrepreneurs or celebrities, who hold a certain amount of social wealth. And they are also willing to do public welfare to improve their image, so they can help children and welfare institutions.

Of course, it's easy to say, but we put a lot of effort into making this project approved and executable.

In order to get the board of directors to approve it, the project also had to consider the profit model, which was the most troublesome thing for me, but fortunately it was successfully resolved in the end. Speaking of which, I would like to thank my volunteers.

Because PTSD is not an incurable disease, there are many cases of recovery in the past. In the early stages of planning the project, I was approached by a well-known artist in the circle and said that she had also been a PTSD patient and that she was willing to help us free of charge. After that, more and more people like her appeared, and the Starlight Project, as its name suggests, condensed a little bit of light into a sky full of stars.

In accordance with the plan, we have visited PTSD welfare facilities in several districts in batches and people.

Three days later, Qiao Rui and I will take a group of volunteers to Ning'an, a border city located at the junction of Yunnan and Guizhou, to conduct research.

I heard that because it is located in the three areas, public security and economic development are relatively lagging behind, and young people either go out to work or smuggle to neighboring countries to find gold, and the number of left-behind children in the local area will cause a series of social problems.

Three days later, I heard the flight attendant sweetly explain on the plane that due to a sudden thunderstorm at the destination and heavy rain will continue, the plane will be forced to land at Spring City Airport, and passengers ask for their understanding.

What can I do if I don't understand?

In the end, we chose to take a bus to our destination, Ning'an Town.

I didn't expect to pass through southern Yunnan, and I didn't expect the driver to tell us here that he had just received a notice that a bridge on the road had collapsed due to heavy rainstorms, and all cars could not pass through today.

He let us get off the bus and find a place to stay for the night.

I looked in the direction I was going, and in the distance, black clouds were pressing down on the city, and lightning was faintly visible breaking through the clouds and slashing down.

An emergency warning sounded on the radio, but fortunately it was okay on our side.

This reminds me of the heavy rainstorm that Jiangcheng experienced three years ago.

When I looked back at my surroundings, I saw a large field of sunflowers halfway up the mountain.

Their flower plates are small this season and not as spectacular as they were the last time they came.

Qiao Rui asked for directions and said that there was a small town in front of us, and we could go there and stay for the night.

I know that town, I've been there.

How is the progress of Meng Tao's auto repair and beauty chain store? Huzi should be in the fourth grade, right? Juan'er......

"Jiaoyang, why are you stunned?" Qiao Rui called me, I glanced back at the location of the B&B when I came last time, and answered, and went to catch up with the big army.

When we arrived in town, it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

The volunteers who traveled with them took the sudden accident as a trip and went out to explore the town together.

Qiao Rui came to me with a camera and asked me if I wanted to go with him.

I said I didn't want to go, but he didn't force it, so he was pulled away by the volunteers.

He knew my unstable personality in private, sometimes he liked to be boisterous to the point of madness, and sometimes he wanted to be alone for a century.

After they left, I went out the door.

The town is not big, but the shanty town is gone.

When I saw a taxi passing by, I magically stopped me and gave me an address.

I haven't forgotten.

Since you are destined to pass by, you might as well take a look. I thought to myself.

When I asked the master how long it would take to arrive, he said that it would take about 50 minutes to drive quickly.

The mountain road was bumpy, and when I arrived at my destination, I got out of the car and retched as soon as possible.

"You can pick me up in an hour, and I'll pay the round-trip fare." I looked around and said to the driver.

He said okay, go down the mountain and come back after two trips.

When the wind blows, in spring and summer, the roses bloom proudly, climb all over the roof, and hang down on all sides of the glass walls.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, this scene is incomprehensible.

The double-storey design is staggered, and the platform on the second floor extends out to create a sunroom with glass on three sides.

I saw that the furnishings were the same as the pictures the man had shown me at the time, and there was a chaise longue that could swing like a swing, covered with cushions and two cushions.

It can be seen that there are often people who come to clean and tidy up, and the yard in front of the first floor is rarely weeded, and the cobblestone path is also very clean.

I stood at the door, without a key, tried my fingerprint, and couldn't open it.

One last option, I entered his usual password, which was mine and his mother's birthday.

The sound of unlocking is heard.

I put my hand on the doorknob and stood for a full five minutes before finally pushing it open and entering.

The smell of sunshine at dusk is blowing in the face.

As far as the eye can see, the wooden off-white floor is clean, and the patchwork pattern resembles the growth rings of a birch tree.

The white walls are covered with colorful paintings, which are very valuable.

Simple white lamps, lake blue sofas, wood-colored bookshelf coffee tables, blue-green and goose-yellow curtains and curtains, and exotic carpets make the whole space more warm and quiet in the twilight.

When I stepped in, I turned my head to see the huge wedding photo on the side wall of the staircase leading to the second floor.

Also, the wedding dress that I only wore once on a side hanger.

It stood tall, its tail mopping the floor, as if it were watching me.

At that moment, I was a little out of breath.

I looked around in horror and even suspected that the man would suddenly come out of a room and say "long time no see" to me.

That's his style, right?

What should I do if I continue to hit him, or do I turn around and leave?

Or just tell him that my husband is waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain......

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