When I met Mr. A (abbreviated name), who has been living a very free and easy life, it was the first snow.

Inch head, trench coat, violin on his back, and a DSLR camera around his neck.

At that moment, I didn't think he was a bad guy, and I even thought he had a story.

I was playing in the snow with Mr. Yuan in the park, and he grabbed me tightly for fear that I would slip.

I hooked his feet, and he dragged me as he steadied himself.

"Call Big Brother!" I was not discouraged at all, and pulled his sleeves and hands to hook him with my feet.

"What's it called, big brother! Why don't you call me big brother? ”

"Do you want to call or not?"

"Hehe, Jiang Jingmu, you're good. Let me call you big brother? Delusion, you dream. ”

"Yo, Yuan Shubai. You're not bad either! I'm not good at talking now, am I? ”

It just so happened that he compromised, and it happened that the sound of SLR capture.

Mr. Yuan and I went to see the source of the sound. He held the SLR and put it down in embarrassment.

"Uh... I think... You guys are so good-looking. I just took a picture, I'm sorry. If you don't mind, I'll delete it right away! ”

"No, save it." Mr. Yuan reached out to pat the snow on my body, and returned him with a polite smile by the way.

He smiled and scratched his head at us. He cautiously asked, "Then can I take another picture for you?" ”

Momentarily surprised, I thought he would go straight back after our consent, but I didn't expect him to ask like this.

Relative to my surprise, Mr. Yuan smiled at him. Pulled his hand out of his glove and stretched out to him: "Hello, my name is Yuan Shubai." ”

"Hello, my name is A (his name is abbreviated here). Ah, right. I'm a backpacker, haha... Isn't it old-fashioned? ”

"No, I think I have my own personality." I replied to him with a smile.

invited him to the house for a drink, and he also took the opportunity to wash out the photo, and after two or three shakes, a figure came out.

Surprisingly, the shot was pretty good.

As we clinked glasses, the rabbit fluttered at his feet, and he asked us with tears in his eyes, "What are your dreams?" ”

When I talk about my dreams, I can't help but feel bitter. There was a time when I felt like I couldn't draw a good design anymore, and it seemed that my relationship with Mr. Yuan was about to end.

Even these reasons pop up without a clue.

I couldn't think about it, so I asked him, "What is your dream?" ”

"Dreams... When you ask like that, you suddenly can't think of it. He gulped his wine and picked his head in embarrassment.

He didn't stay here for long, he put down a few photos taken in various places and planned to say goodbye to us.

After a long time, Mr. He Yuan met him again when he went to Lhasa, and he had a bruise in his right eye, and he was planning to leave for Beijing that day.

Seeing that we were smiling too loudly, he said that if we could have a drink together, we would already be half brothers.

At that moment, I felt that his life was really simple.

I need to accompany customers to pick up scenery here, and Mr. Yuan happened to cooperate with other departments of our unit and also came.

Everyone else over there was busy with the customer, and I didn't come up to help.

Ran to talk to Mr. A: "What's wrong with your face?" ”

"There was a fight with someone." He said it very easily, and brought his SLR to me to show me his new Lazar landscape.

"Hey, why aren't you a photographer when you're so good at taking pictures? Or can you start a tour group? I asked him as I folded my cloak.

He sighed lightly and laughed: "Didn't you say that backpackers have a lot of personality before?" ”

"Ahh I think it's a little bit hard. ”

"It's okay, it's happy. I'm going back to Beijing in the afternoon. Tell you a story about me? Seeing his raised eyebrows and relaxed expression suddenly aroused my curiosity.

"Good! I won't listen to it if it's not interesting! I teased him.

"A year ago, my lover passed away in a car accident."

"Ahh Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. Looking at him awkwardly, he smiled and shook his head

"It's okay, I tattooed her on my chest and I took her on a trip."

When his thoughts went back to the past, his eyes were shining.

It's tears...

"Actually, when I take pictures, only she supports me. Shoot it and do what you want. ”

I can't bear to let people tell my story lightly, I hope they can say it resentfully and cry bitterly. It's better than the kind of happiness I'm living now: "It's all over, I can forgive them." "I want to say it.

Because every word you hear has been eroded and plucked out in the growth of others.

Every word I hear strikes my heart several times, and my mind comes back to their experiences.

"My dad and my mom have been arguing a lot since I can remember, and they divorced when I was in elementary school. I followed my dad and didn't see my mom for five or six years. The woman he remarried was nice to me at first, but I was still not close to her. There are always mistakes at school, and every time she goes instead of my father, the teachers sometimes get angry and even scold the parents. She is a very strong person, inexplicably scolded by her peers, very reluctant, when complaining to my father, he always habitually protects me, blaming her for not educating well. ”

"One year for my birthday, my dad gave me a DSLR. I've been in love with photography ever since. I didn't study well, and she had a baby of her own at that time. Once when I was downstairs filming the burning clouds, she came down from upstairs and took my dad's belt and pumped it on me: 'Don't study hard, shoot around every day!' It's so big and worrying! Pat pat pat Don't know how to learn! ’

She took me out to play, said it was a playout, and deliberately threw me on the street. I don't know what the purpose is, but I always walk back by myself. If I make a mistake, no matter how big or small, she can bring a kitchen knife from the kitchen and slap me in the face. ”

These injuries... In his heart.

And I'm ...... Powerless...

"I didn't keep in touch with my mom for many years because she didn't want me to see my mom and secretly spoke ill of my mom. I'll tell you, little ginger! I can understand her sometimes, she's young, married a second marriage. What will others think when you take me out? The children are so old, think she has no self-esteem and self-love when she is a teenager and has me? She's actually under a lot of pressure.

But one time, compared to her beating me and scolding me, that sentence hurt me the most. Although I live in my own home, my dad often travels, and I basically live under the fence. When I was in junior high school, I had dinner at home during the holidays and watched TV dramas. The younger sister suddenly asked her, 'Mom, why didn't that aunt take her own child away?' ’

Her reply was so loud that I still remember it:

'It's not easy for her to marry with a child!' ’

She was hinting at why my mom didn't take me away in the first place. ”

I was a little suffocated to hear him talk about these childhood memories. There are many reports on TV about stepmothers abusing children, but this man in front of him has also experienced it.

"I don't even know, is she so loud?"

"Where's your dad? Didn't care? I asked him, and his hand that was about to light a cigarette paused, smiled at me, and accidentally pulled the wound on his face.

"My dad was an irresponsible person who never locked me up when I was a child. I boarded in junior high school, and the living expenses I was given to my stepmother every month, and she gave them to me. I was supposed to give seventy or eighty a week, but she only gave me twenty yuan for two weeks, and ten more when I was in a good mood. She thought I didn't know how much my dad gave me, but I knew everything. I just can't say it, after all, I'm living under the fence. ”

"Then she sent me to my aunt, and I wondered if she was my own aunt. It's really weird, my aunt! How could you still hang me on the balcony for more than two hours, beating and scolding. What's wrong with me? ”

I really saw his tears dripping down his eyes.

He covered his eyes and cried and laughed:

"Don't interrupt me! Although I told you about my childhood inexplicably, I really need to talk to someone about it now before I tell you, and I'm really depressed. ”

My mouth was about to open and closed again.

"Listen to me, a good life is coming."

The good life is coming.

He was talking about her wife.

"My wife and I met in college, a club. They all like to take pictures, but she is weak in color, and there is no distinction between red and green. Barely entered the club.,A person who works especially hard.。 The two of us walked together because of photography, and I didn't expect my stepmother to be there when I took her to meet my dad. The atmosphere was originally very harmonious, but my stepmother and my sister laughed at her in the kitchen after she knew that she was weak. In the living room, I talked about me in a weird way, and my dad slapped my stepmother in front of my sister for the first time. After the two of us quarreled, we both left secretly in a depressed mood.

When she was sent back, she didn't say a word to me. When I got to the door of her house, I suddenly hugged me and said:

'Ignore that crazy, you're really good, I'm sure you'll make a good photographer.' It's true! We're going to get married right away, and I'm not going to let you go back to that home again! ”

"She's kind." I sighed

"Well, she never tried to get to know my irresponsible father and my mother, who never came back to see me, or to please my hateful stepmother and spoiled sister.

Always supporting me, doing everything she wants, she wants to make up for everything I lack... Alas... Well... She's a fool... It's so hard to be with me..."

He cried...

He pulled out a sugar box from his bag and opened it, revealing only the last nougat.

"You taste it, my wife made it, and there's only the last one left. She used to love to eat and made a lot of them. ”

"No, no, you keep it, I don't eat it."

I rejected him, and the last piece of candy was the only testimony in the box, and I couldn't take it.

"It's okay, it's really delicious!"

Seeing that I still didn't want to take it, he took it out and stuffed it for me, and put the box back in his backpack, which was finally empty.

Put it back on your back and look like you're on your way.

"Taste it!"

When I opened the candy wrapper, I reluctantly stuffed it into my mouth. It's weird, it's supposed to be sweet sugar, why do I taste so bitter?

"Isn't it delicious? It's her... Yikes! Spit it out! I forgot, this is what my wife made a year ago, and the sugar has expired! It's been a year since she died..."

He hurriedly went to get off his backpack again and found me a tissue.

I swallowed it hard: "No! It's really delicious! ”

As soon as he spoke, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time silenced him. The hand holding the tissue trembled a little, and the bottom of the head was very low, and he said to me softly:

"Thank you...... Thank you..."

"No, it's me who wants to thank you. Let me know that what people and families need most is love for children. Thank you for telling me about this. ”

I don't know what's wrong with the child, for me he's still a child. Parents shouldn't do that.

When they both burst into tears and laughed, the wind blew through Lhasa from their hearts, and they were relieved from their grief.

Fate is really strange, you take a fancy to the person you see at a glance and want to live a lifetime. Always let you not have time to cherish, leave before you.

is also a child of heaven and earth, but there is still such a family and childhood.

What is missing that will make tens of millions of families give birth to extremes?

Marriage...... It's a thing that always makes people think deeply. Do the people around you really understand?

I want it to be happy, not miserable.

Borrow your story to warn some people.