Zhao Youshen is here again, this sentence seems to be a shadow of my childhood, since I can remember, he will come to my aunt every weekend, I don't know at that time, what is he here to do.

I only know that every time he comes, the people in the house bow down to him like they greet my own father.

And every time, when the door was closed, I could hear my aunt's desolate and mournful cries coming from the room.

And every time my aunt smiled and said to me, let me call him uncle, and he would happily reward me with some gadgets.

The people in the house said that we were protected by his grace, but I always felt that he was like a nightmare for our family, and I trembled with fear.

Whenever I was scared, my aunt would say to me: "Yun'er, you have to laugh, you are not allowed to cry, and you are not allowed to be angry, only by laughing, others will not know your weaknesses, and you will have a chance to win." ”

Gradually, I learned that no matter what happened, I was smiling, even if I didn't know what laughter meant, until one day I met my cousin, who was not related by blood.

I remember that year, it was the beginning of the sophomore year, the school club was recruiting new people, and the journalism club was next door to the photography club, and a girl ran over with a poster, and she was generous: "Hey, classmate, do you have glue in the group?" The glue of our club was used up by a two-hundred-and-a-half to stick to his mouth. ”

I was really surprised to hear what she said, and looked down at her, she was neatly dressed, with a braided hair, not like a hundred flowers, but more like a verdant tree.

I gave her the glue, and her eyes moved to the photo I was most proud of, a landscape photo.

With a critical eye, she commented on the photo: "It's so beautiful. ”

I nodded, and she said, "But it's just pretty." ”

I don't think what she said was complimentary, so I should be angry at this kind of evaluation, but I smiled and humbly asked her why.

She said it had no soul.

Damn, she dared to say that, but I knew she was right, yes, no soul, no joy, just like me.

But I don't want to admit it, because it's the only hobby I have so far that I have, how can I admit it's rubbish.

At that time, she seemed to see through the expression under my smile, and she apologized: "I'm sorry, classmate, I didn't mean to sarcastically mock you, I just talked about things, and I was engaged in news, and my mouth was poisonous." ”

"Understood." I looked at her with a complicated heart, and at that moment, I was seen through my thoughts, and suddenly found that the disguise of so many years seemed a little insignificant, so I asked her sincerely, "Then how do you think you should shoot to have a soul?" ”

My question stopped her, she blinked, then pondered for a moment, and pointed to herself: "I don't know, but maybe you have a soul when you shoot me, I'm so smart and the best for taking pictures, why don't you try?" ”

I really can't complain about her suggestion, but I still tried to pick up the camera and take a picture, however, when I finished shooting, she came over to take a look, and helplessly pursed her mouth: "It's still soulless, classmate, you have no feelings." ”

After saying this, she said goodbye and left.

After watching her return to the club, when she was talking and laughing with others, I picked up the camera again and took a picture, and this time, I saw that there was a soul in the new photo, and her smile was bright and beautiful.

At that time, I realized that it was not the things in the photos that were really wrong, but what she said, that I was not emotionally invested in the things I was photographing. 繶䂕N୎ᰠ⩲㩧晎䭜ᴠg끥节ⱻN・17䵑㦍֖ژȰ

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