There are thousands of knots in the two hearts

Fan Luo's home is in the gentle south of the Yangtze River, in an undeveloped town. His great-grandfather was a former Qingju person, and his grandfather was also a very respected Confucian in the local area, while his mother was a young lady from a large family, and she never said a word out loud in her life.

As for his father, Fan Luo didn't know who his father was.

He grew up living in the big yard left by his great-grandfather, and in his memory, his mother often cried. Her tears are like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, lingering and penetrating into people's hearts.

When Fan Luo was ten years old, his mother, who had been crying, finally dried up her tears and returned to the galaxy.

Grandpa held his hand, and Fan Luo'an quietly watched as his mother was buried in the cold ground.

He didn't shed a single tear.

My mother had cried enough in her life that he couldn't cry anymore.

The compound was quiet, and there was no crying in the yard after my mother left. Grandpa also asked his aunt to take care of Fan Luo, after all, the aunt is an outsider and can take care of Fan Luo's daily life, but she can't care for his heart.

Fan Luo's coldness and coldness probably started at that time.

Fan Luo's first camera was given by his grandfather's students, and he brought a foreign gadget from outside, and for the first time, Fan Luo showed great enthusiasm for something, and he couldn't wait to hold that camera 24 hours a day. He began to see the world through that small lens, looking for scenery all over the world, and he would even spend an afternoon waiting for the sun to hit the clouds from the peaks, and the clouds showed a hint of gold, reflecting near the mountains.

Grandpa didn't say much about his obsession, and even gave Fan Luo a new camera on the New Year's Day, and bought him a professional photography book.

At that time, Fan Luo was only fourteen years old, but he had tens of thousands of machines. The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are always humid, and my grandfather thoughtfully bought a moisture-proof box for him.

Most of the time, Fan Luo is watching, and then holding the camera to shoot.

I have turned over the photography book many times, learned a lot of skills, and Fan Luo really loves photography.

When he was sixteen years old, Fan Luo's grandfather died, and Fan Luo had just entered his first year of high school. The partial subjects are particularly strict, and no one can do a good job in Chinese and Chinese studies, but physics and chemistry are a mess. Grandpa seemed to feel that his time was running out, so he called Fan Luo to the bed the night before, so that he could read as much as he could, and if he didn't like to read, forget it. Grandpa's last words to Fan Luo were: "Fan Luo, I hope you can be a free person." ”

A free man, what is a free man?

That night, my grandfather left, lying on the bed and silently stopped breathing, and when Fan Luo went to see it the next morning, his body was already cold.

There is no disease and no disaster, but people are old.

The aunt and Fan Luo have been together for six years, and now there is only one child left in the Fan family, and the aunt cried and asked her son to help Fan Luo take care of his grandfather's funeral. However, Fan Luo watched his relatives buried deep in the ground again, but he did not cry.

There was nothing to cry about, they just went to a better place.

In the second year of high school, Fan Luo School held a school celebration and invited many alumni from outside to come back. One of them brought his photographer friend over, who saw Fan Luo's work, was very impressed, and recommended a good school to Fan Luo, saying that Fan Luo would definitely become famous if he continued to study.

Fan Luo didn't even know what that person's name was, this person seemed to be just the fate of that moment in his life, but it was the fate that determined his future.

Later, Fan Luo really worked hard and began to study and was admitted to that school. He left the town where he had stayed for seventeen years and went to Haicheng.

My aunt is too old to send Fan Luo to school. Fan Luo bought most of the money left by the family for financial management, leaving a little bit of it on his body, and gave his aunt a large sum of money to help watch the yard.

Alone with a small amount of luggage to Haicheng, Fan Luo signed up alone, led the army to train in uniforms, and found a dormitory. When he finished cleaning up the bed and was sitting on the bed in a daze, a person suddenly came running outside.

"He ignores me, I ignore him!" The man coaxed: "What's wrong with learning photography!" Isn't it human to learn photography? ”

The young man's voice was full of energy, and Fan Luo looked towards the door. Sure enough, within two seconds, the slightly old door was pushed open, and the sunlight came in, and even the young man's body seemed to have a golden light.

"Ahh Someone has already arrived! Hello, I'm Anthy. ”

Fan Luo's first reaction was that this person was so beautiful.

Anzai's body is 1.8 meters, carrying a box in one hand and utensils in the other, and carrying a big bag behind him. An's mother, who was following him, didn't take anything in her hand, but just looked at Anthy with a helpless face.

"Why are you here so early? I thought I was the first! Sleep across from you, take care of it in the future! With that, Anxi put his luggage on the bed opposite Fan Luo, with an expression of exhaustion.

Young man, clean and generous.

Fan Luo's cold, damp, moss-covered room was suddenly shot into a light.

Bright and warm.

It turns out that having a lively neuropathy around him is not a bad thing, at least it has driven Fan Luo to become popular. Anxi can laugh one second or burst into tears the next, Fan Luo often wonders, is this the free person that his grandfather said?

They were just roommates who had a good relationship in their freshman year, and it was their sophomore year that they really became close.

The little secret that was broken in the bathroom embarrassed both of them, but since then, there seems to be nothing else between them. Anxi, who has no diaphragm, is also more casual with Fan Luo, and has no worries about messing around.

When Fan Luo first began to realize that he was not interested in women at all, he was still in high school, and the girl in the next class asked him to make a film. The girl's young body wore a dark blue one-piece swimsuit, lying on the desk to let the light outside the window hit the smooth back, and the strands that were strangled by the swimsuit seemed to have a beautiful fragrance, and then Fan Luo didn't feel it at all.

The girl blushed and didn't dare to look at Fan Luo, gently took his hand and put it on her chest, Fan Luo was silent for a while, packed up her machine and went out.

That photo is full of art and **, and the effect is particularly good after the post-production, but Fan Luo has never seen the girl again. He also began to realize that he was afraid that he would not have any interest in women in his life.

In his eyes, the only woman is his mother, who weeps all day long, and the aunt who takes care of him.

Later, Fan Luo learned a lot about homosexuality, and he didn't know if he was gay or not, anyway, he didn't have any feelings for women, so he probably was.

He doesn't know if he loves Anthy or not, although they are always inseparable, although he also likes Anthy in his heart, although he can't help but take care of Anthy, to make him laugh and make him happy, he doesn't know if he loves him or not.

Probably love, right?

Fan Luo couldn't be sure.

Or maybe he just wants to protect this hard-won "freedom".

In the senior year, everyone was busy with their own lives, staying in school, going to graduate school, looking for a job. For the first time, Fan Luo didn't know what his future should look like.

Anxi didn't know either, so he dangled his two big white legs all day long and asked Fan Luo to take pictures of him, and said while scrolling Weibo: "Fan Luo, why don't we open a studio ourselves?" ”

Fan Luo thought about the deposits in the bank and felt that it was not impossible.

"Okay."

A few days after saying that, my aunt's son called. The man in his thirties cried so much that he couldn't stop crying on the phone, and begged Fan Luo to lend him a sum of money.

My aunt was very sick and had to have an organ transplant to survive, and the small-town family had to scrape together the money for conservative treatment, not to mention anything else. The aunt hid it from her son and didn't let her son sue Fan Luo, but the man couldn't help it, he couldn't watch his old mother die little by little.

Fan Luo couldn't watch his aunt die, he took out all the money to take his aunt to Haicheng, and asked a teacher to find a relationship to send his aunt to the hospital.

After going back and forth, my aunt was finally fine, and Fan Luo didn't mention to Anxi about opening a studio.

My aunt cried and held Fan Luo's hand and said that I was sorry for my son, but Fan Luo felt that it was nothing. Maybe in a deeper place, he would have regarded his aunt as a mother a long time ago.

Because of the debt to the people, Fan Luo went to work in the studio of a teacher friend after graduation, and did extremely tiring work at a very low price, and was very busy every day, and he was left to care about Anxi in his spare time.

After two years like this, one day someone suddenly asked him for Anxi's contact information, and one day Anxi finally went to a place he was not familiar with.

Anthy became an actor, did what he wanted to do and met more friends.

Fan Luo suddenly got a little tired of being so idle and didn't know what he was doing every day.

He finally submitted his resignation to the company, and the boss raised his salary three times to save it, but Fan Luo still went resolutely. He wanted to see the different scenery and feel better.

Fan Luo hated new things, he thought about where he could go for a long time, and finally returned home.

The compound was full of dust, and my aunt's son came to clean it once a week, but he couldn't sweep away the loneliness of no one. Fan Luo went home quietly, stayed at home for a week, looked at his grandfather's collection of books, and went to his mother's boudoir to open the rouge box ten years ago.

Photography was also left behind by him, and he was in a state of invigoration every day, thinking that he was going to continue to do nothing, but he never thought that someone would suddenly climb over the wall of his house.

When the bricks fell from the sky and fell crisply, Fan Luo was holding his grandfather's fine wolf hair and preparing to write, and when he looked up, he saw an unknown object with yellow hair dyed like, one leg hanging on the wall of his house, and the other leg had not yet been turned over, hanging there with a camera bag on his back.