Chicago Railway Station.

Chu Zihang sat on the bench, his eyes were as cold as ever, licking the cream ice cream that Jiude Mai had just bought, ignoring the gazes of passers-by, and focusing all his attention on the handsome men and women beside him.

Next to the cold-faced and cool brother is Ai Kun, who is more cold and arrogant, but the corners of his mouth are hooked up to reveal a little gentleness, and on the far right is Jiude Mai.

With chocolate crispy ice cream in her mouth, the long-legged big sister put a total of sixty or seventy photos on her fair and round thighs, carefully sorting and selecting.

It was a group photo of Jiude Mai and Ai Kun in the past 20 days, most of which were taken by Chu Zi. Brother Cold-faced Little Cool is worthy of being the son of a dancer, and he is born with a gene called art in his blood.

Lao Tang also took dozens or hundreds of photos for the two, but the technique was not very good, and after the selection, very few were washed out by Jiude Mai.

"What do you think of this?"

Mai took the chocolate crispy ice cream in her mouth, picked one out of the thick stack of photos, pinched it with her slender white fingers, and showed it to Ai Kun.

Chu Zihang's gaze unconsciously drifted to the right.

The photo was taken at Chicago's Navy Pier, one of the city's most popular attractions, with a 150-foot-tall Ferris wheel, a merry-go-round, a twisting golf course and more.

It is popular with young tourists and is one of the most popular places for couples.

In the photo, Ai Kun is riding on a wooden horse in the back position, without black-rimmed glasses, with her hair behind her head and only a slightly curly bangs hanging down to her nose in front of her forehead.

There is a little tenderness in his arrogant eyes, which seems to be inadvertently and affectionately staring at the beautiful back in front of him.

Jiude Mai sat on the merry-go-round in front of her, her arms around the neck of the wooden horse, looking back at the moon with a smile in her eyes, and her eyes happened to meet Ai Kun behind her, like a couple in love with each other.

Behind the two of them are the bustling crowd and the sparkling water, and the sunset dyes the river golden, adding a symbol of the end and the beginning to the two in the photo.

Chu Zihang's eyebrows twitched, it was his most satisfying work so far, and he quickly withdrew his gaze from the gossip.

"It's pretty good."

Ai Kun munched on the ice cream and muttered.

"Can you please stop being so perfunctory?"

Jiude Mai was a little annoyed, "Isn't there a better adjective, it's okay to drag a few Shakespeare's sonnets temporarily, aren't you usually quite able to speak."

This is the choice of mobile wallpapers and computer wallpapers for you. ”

"I'm not really a big fan of taking pictures, especially selfies.

We see everything in the world, listen to it in our ears, experience it by our own actions, put everything in our hearts to taste, and distinguish the feelings of these things one by one in our hearts, which is the emotion of understanding things.

When people's hearts come into contact with the outside world, they touch the scene, and the emotions that spring up from the bottom of their hearts at that moment cannot be recorded by photos and videos.

Even if you record that moment and look at the photos afterwards, you can't fully restore the emotions and mood at that time. ”

This is the "spirit of mourning" expounded by Nobunaga honi, one of the four great literati of the Edo period in Japan, in the "Essentials of Purple Literature".

Ai Kun, who has been a person in two lives, has a deeper understanding of the "spirit of mourning", and cares more about experience and experience than remembering.

"Huh!"

Jiude Mai has become accustomed to Ai Kun's sudden chewing of words, and Ai Kun's mental outlook has changed dramatically when he took off his glasses, and even his personality and occasional small habits have become mysterious.

Jiude Mai likes this kind of mystery, powerful, incomprehensible, as arrogant as the wind and snow and gentle as water, such a man is worthy of her.

"Then use this one."

Mai took out the SD flash card with the original photo from her pocket and stretched out her hand to Ai Kun, "Give me your phone and laptop." ”

Ai Kun silently took out his mobile phone and handed it to Jiude Mai, and handed over the backpack again.

"Even if I can't perfectly reproduce the mood and feelings at that time, I hope that you can see me and remember me all the time."

Mai bowed her head and waved Ai Kun's mobile phone and computer, very active and domineering, very different from the traditional Yamato Nadeshiko-style Japanese women, as enthusiastic as a campfire dancing on the night of the summer festival.

"Sir, buy a flower, a rose that has just been plucked from the rose garden in the city center."

Someone said in English behind their backs.

Flower girls and flower sellers are common in the United States, and they get up early in the morning to buy a few fresh roses from the flower shop downstairs, or simply pick the roses they raise.

Put it in a basket, find a public place with a lot of traffic and young people, and go up and ask when you see a well-dressed young couple, and in order to maintain your demeanor in front of women, men generally do not refuse.

Unless the price of roses is intolerably high.

However, it is usually the children who want to earn some pocket money, or the young and old women, who generally disagree with rejection.

Behind him sounded a male voice, dull but loud.

The three of them turned their heads.

Standing behind the three of them was a tall, burly young man, with a handsome face buried in his beard, and his candle-flame eyes full of longing.

The white shirt with a hint of yellow in the pure white and the loose knee-length shorts have a faint smell of laundry detergent, which should have just been washed.

Exposed beyond the short sleeves, the arm muscles carrying a small basket are quite developed, close to the characters in "Dragon Ball" or Hong Kong comics, making people wonder if he went to the wrong set.

Ai Kun looked up and down a few times, and said in English: "Brother, it will be more promising for you to move bricks, you are too condescending to sell flowers with this figure." ”

"Or go and duck." Chu Zihang silently added in Chinese.

Ai Kun is no stranger to Chu Zihang's abnormal painting style, and after many days of getting along, Ai Kun knows that Chu Zihang is a man who is cold on the surface and gossips to the extreme.

If Chu Zihang wasn't paralyzed, he would never have been so popular in Shilan Middle School.

"Chinese?"

The strong man selling flowers noticed the nationality of the three, and immediately changed to fluent Chinese, "It is impossible to move bricks, it is impossible to move bricks in this life, I am an orthodox college student who eats by brainpower."

If high-achieving students like me move bricks, then the economic system and credibility of the United States will be lost. ”

"The Treasury Department has put pressure on lenders, JPMorgan Chase, Morgan Stanley and Lehman Brothers have made mass layoffs, and a subprime mortgage crisis is inevitable."

Ai Kun's face was expressionless, "Brother, it's time to take off your robe, it's better to be tired than not to eat." ”