(You can think of this chapter as a future chapter or a side story, the protagonist is Duan Xueqing, and today will draw an end to her.) Read the full text of the latest chapter--)

In July 2015, it was a summer, a summer when the sun was shining and the weather was hot, and the cold ice could melt into warm spring water.

The continuous shade of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River brings a touch of coolness to the world, and also makes the happy cicadas sing more energetically. The wild 'flowers' by the river are in full bloom, like a red and fiery auspicious cloud, looking at this posture, but it is to compete with the sun in the sky!

In the distance, through the steaming cypress road, a white 'colored' bicycle drove slowly.

It was a fairy-like beautiful 'girl' child, a pleated beige 'color' long skirt, like a cloud to set off her quiet and elegant face, and then look at her quiet and indifferent expression, like a pure white lotus that does not belong to this earthly world, and is incompatible with the chaos of the outside world.

A crisp sound of "squeak" was accompanied by a painful snort of "hey" from the 'girl'. When she braked, the footboard was overforced, and the old bicycle suddenly fell off the chain, and her little 'leg' rubbed the front of the wheel, and there was a red patch under the gray 'color' stain, and there was no broken skin, but it was very painful!

Duan Xueqing bit her lower lip lightly, she reached out and touched the wound, her clear eyes couldn't help but blink. Still, she gently patted the dust around her, straightened up, pushed the old bicycle that had become rattling from the chain drop, and walked towards the shop in front of her.

The bicycle was just leaning against the wall at the entrance of the store, and she expertly pulled up the roller shutter of the photo studio, then took out the key to open the door.

After the roller shutter 'door' is opened, the summer sun spreads in, driving away the 'shade' shadow and coolness together, and this photo studio that has been closed overnight has ushered in a new day.

After Duan Xueqing entered, she closed the glass 'door', almost like in her own home, pressed the remote control of the air conditioner, and then picked up a big 'chicken' and 'hair' duster to gently sweep the dust from the counter and the photos on the wall. [See the latest chapter of the book.]

In fact, every day of cleaning, there is hardly any dust visible, but she still insists on doing it.

The photo studio is still the same, and even after more than two years, the original photos still hang on the walls. Perhaps because of the owner's 'fineness' care, the photo has not turned yellow and turned old, just like all the furnishings in this house, and there is still a little breath of the old owner.

Slowly, Duan Xueqing was as pious as a pilgrim monk in Tibet, lingering in front of each picture for a long, long time. She is not only cleaning the dust, but also staring at each photo with her heart, as if, behind this photo, there is a story that she can never finish, as if, in every frame, the image of nostalgia is reflected in time retrospectively!

It took more than half a morning to clean up inside and out, and Duan Xueqing brought clean water from the bathroom at the back and gently wiped the bicycle wheel prints on her 'legs'.

And among them, the wound where the Qing Shui stabbed 'excited' and had already ruptured the capillaries, Duan Xueqing endured it silently, and didn't even make a gasp sound.

After cleaning up, Duan Xueqing came to the safe in the back and took out the mobile phone that was lonely there. Two years have passed, this old mobile phone has become outdated, both in appearance and configuration, it has been abandoned by the times, but Duan Xueqing is still treasured here.

It's just because, in this mobile phone, there is still a previous mobile phone card hidden - she has not been willing to stop in arrears, and she still has a belated text message that she received when she retrieved her mobile phone two years ago......

The lit screen quietly displayed the last words he left: "Xiaoqing, I'm sorry". In the end, there was not even a single punctuation mark......

In the past two years, the tears have dried up, and she has not let herself be sad and joyful, but the calmness of her eyes still makes the air diffuse with a faint sadness.

The phone was still charged, Duan Xueqing carefully turned it off, and carefully put it back in the safe again, hiding and locking it as if it were a priceless treasure.

She was on the sofa in the store, quietly reading a book, even at noon. Lunch was a bento box, which was only heated in the microwave oven at the back, and carefully cleaned after eating, not wanting to leave a trace of oil.

The family also knew her habits, and only at noon her brother called to say hello.

Today, as usual, I sat quietly reading a book, and waited slowly until the sun went down before I packed up and went home. However, in the afternoon, an "uninvited guest" unexpectedly broke her peace.

The glass 'door' was pushed open, and the wind chimes on the 'door' rang out. The beautiful and beautiful ringtones that I had heard countless times woke Duan Xueqing back from the book.

Duan Xueqing was a little confused, she looked at the comer and blinked.

It was a big boy with a baby face who came in, and of course, his skin was a little too dark, which ruined the delicate face that could be described by this year's buzzword "Xiao Xian's 'meat'".

"Sorry to interrupt! Boss? Hello, are you the boss? "Black fresh 'meat' saw that Duan Xueqing was also a little shy, he scratched his head and asked embarrassedly.

Duan Xueqing's eyes immediately became cold after this period of 'confusion', she raised her hand, pointed to the sign hanging outside the glass 'door', and said, "Not open!" ”

After so many years, she still hasn't changed, and if she can be brief, she won't say a word more!

Black fresh 'meat' quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes!" I know, I saw it! ”

"However, I'm here to apply!" Hei Xian 'Meat' was afraid that Duan Xueqing immediately ordered the expulsion of customers, and hurriedly said.

"No recruitment!" Duan Xueqing still said lightly, between the words, the meaning of rejecting people thousands of miles away and not sending them away was not concealed at all.

Hei Xian' opened his mouth a little disappointed, he bowed a little bitterly, and said, "Sorry for the interruption!" ”

Just as he opened the glass 'door' and was about to leave, Hei Xian's 'meat' suddenly gritted his teeth, closed the 'door', and turned his head back, and the wind chimes on the 'door' once again made Duan Xueqing, who had already lowered his head, move his eyes to him.

"Boss, please give me a chance!" Hei Xian's 'meat' bowed apologetically and quickly introduced himself, "My name is Jing Nan, not near and far, but respectful as a guest, south of the border, but, because my skin is relatively tanned, so my friends call me Xiao Hei!" ”

This cold joke didn't dare to wait for Duan Xueqing's reaction, Jing Yinan continued: "I just graduated from Jiangnan University this year, I have been very fond of photography since I was a child, and I hope to become a professional photographer!" ”

Duan Xueqing frowned slightly, she had never had a good impression of stalkers.

"I've heard that your shop hasn't hired a photographer, so I'd like to give it a try!" Jing Yinan also saw Duan Xueqing's reaction, but he still mustered up the courage to say, "Although I have never taken wedding photos, I have always liked to shoot beautiful things, and I think that wedding photos are the most beautiful moments in the life of 'women', as photographers, we must do the best composition and take pictures of this most beautiful moment for them!" ”

Duan Xueqing was stunned, how could this paragraph sound so familiar? It seems that he, on the other side of time and space, has also said similar things tenderly in front of her!

However, similar, after all, it is just similar!

Duan Xueqing shook her head and said, "I'm sorry. It was brief, but it was able to convey her firm reply.

Jing Yinan was very frustrated, he bowed again, and said politely despite his loss, "I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm really sorry." ”

He opened the 'door' as if fleeing to leave, and Duan Xueqing also sighed faintly, lowered his head and continued to read.

After a long time, suddenly the wind chimes rang again, Duan Xueqing raised his head and saw a head drilled in by Jing Yinan.

He looked at her a little frightened, and said timidly, "I'm sorry to disturb you again!" Just saw your bike chain fall off, I'll help you put it on, let me tell you! ”

Duan Xueqing was stunned, the big boy who was still so dark in the blazing sun was dumbfounded, although this dedication was a little unexpected to her, but it was too obvious.

How can you find a job like this? Stupid death......

(Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation~≧▽≦)