What's it like to be in love with a photographer?

Even if I know I will lose it, I will stubbornly meet you and wait for every simple happiness.

-Run away

The weather is cold, the plane trees on both sides of the road stand upright, and the white branches look like a steel giant. I don't know when these trees were planted or when they will disappear in the future. I remember Sanmao said that I would be a tree in the afterlife, standing in an eternal posture, without joy or tears. However, has this scattered leaf ever hurt?

On the day I met him, it was hot and stuffy, and the water in the air seemed to be burned out. Xiaoling is not in the mood, but he gets to know him.

It's really the first time she met such a man. Clean side face, warm smile, some naughty in maturity, some euphemism in firmness.

As a makeup artist, Xiaoling's working hours are extremely unstable, either in the morning or late at night. In such a day, freedom is also terrible. Freedom is something she has always cherished. Xiaoling feels that without it, living is like a puppet, with a unique body, but there is no way.

And he is a person who loves photography very much. Xiaoling felt that as soon as she picked up the camera, her whole body was full of aura, sparkling and dazzling. She thinks they are very similar. They both love freedom and what they like.

It was the annual meeting of my good friend Xiao Bing. As a makeup artist, she was invited to make up for the actors at the party. At that time, he appeared as a photographer at the annual meeting of the company. Dressed in black casual clothes, holding a camera in the crowd, the action is clean and neat. Xiaoling staggered past him with hot water. As soon as he fainted, the water spilled straight on him.

I just wanted to apologize, but I found that there was no anger on the man's face. I just smiled and told her that it didn't matter. At this time, a word came to her mind, "warm man". He said to him gently, "would you mind holding the camera for me?" I'll wipe the clothes. " The tone is so soft, but not too sweet. Xiaoling took out a paper towel to help him wipe it. "I'm sorry, I feel a little sick today, so I may not be able to carry your big guy. Let me wipe it for you. "

After cleaning, Xiaoling left. Such a man is too dangerous and has a smile that makes people sink easily. And Xiaoling really has no resistance to boys with good smiles. Sometimes, she will laugh at herself, whether she lacked love when she was a child, so that she is so eager for warmth now.

The second time we met, it was in the park of the community. After dinner, Xiaoling likes to walk alone along the indus path. The dense branches of buttonwood covered the sultry day, and there was a little coolness. Xia Chan chirped in the tree, but he didn't feel uneasy. After work, she likes to shoot some beautiful things with her camera, a small flower with rain and dew, a leaf reflected by the sun and a strange cloud. At the moment, she is capturing a lively and lovely child, but she can't find the angle, and the backlight is full of shadows.

"From this point of view, it is best to be a silhouette of a character." A voice suddenly came from the back of my head. Xiaoling looked back and turned out to be the photographer at the annual meeting.

"That's it," he handed Xiaoling the camera in his hand. The outline of the child is wrapped in warm light, and slender eyelashes can be seen under the silhouette.

"That's great! It is worthy of being professional. "

"I didn't expect to meet you here. Is your home in this community? "

"Yes, maybe I didn't know him before, so I didn't know even if I met him."

Do you believe in fate? Similar people always approach intentionally or unintentionally, which is not an act of god, but we have to believe it. They chatted happily that night, and their similar interests and common hobbies brought them together.

After all, I moved my heart. Although I don't believe in love at first sight, I deeply like that warm feeling. After adding WeChat to each other, they often share their lives in WeChat. With the deepening of contact, Xiaoling found their similarities more and more. Talking to him for a while before going to bed every day turns out to be the most relaxing moment of the day. However, he is too enthusiastic. He will remind her to enjoy every meal on time, not to stay up late at night, and to relax after hard work.

Many nights, he and she will walk or play ball in the park. Staying alone for a long time suddenly makes me feel at ease with more company. She doesn't like sports, but she likes playing badminton under his leadership. Sweating is really enjoyable.

The days of being accompanied always pass quickly, the sultry summer begins to fade, and the autumn wind brings the desolation of the garden. The plane tree leaves began to turn yellow, like a dead butterfly falling from the sky, beautiful and sad.

What followed was Xiaoling's deteriorating health. From the moment they met in the park, Xiaoling knew that he knew his illness, because the whole community knew that Professor Wang had a terminally ill daughter, yes, terminally ill. So I like freedom and living alone, because I know I will leave one day, so I don't want to rely on anyone. However, his appearance broke the line of defense in her heart, and she surrendered stubbornly and weakly.

But it was obviously unfair to him, so he took her to his home on the day she wanted to escape. The big wall of the room is covered with all kinds of photos of her, some smiling, some smiling, some cute, some crying, some angry. ...

Similar people, people you know, there is no rule that you must be together forever.

Xiaoling's tears actually flowed out in an instant, silently, just letting it flow down, across her cheeks, across her nose and into her mouth, salty and bitter. I just stared at it for a long time.

"It's no coincidence that we met. From the first time I saw you on Wu Tong Road, I began to want to know you. I always stubbornly live alone and don't want to disturb others. Even if you feel uncomfortable again, your mouth will always rise. The value of a person's life is never measured by how long she has lived. You have no idea how happy I am these days with you. I have never met anyone who lives so frankly and freely like you. I don't care about any worldly ties, all I want is to be with you, that's all. I also hope you don't judge me by your standards and make a decision for me. Love is unfair, but it is the greatest luck to meet the right person at the right time and that person just likes me. I am very lucky to meet you. "

Similar people, people you know, there is no rule that you must be together forever.

"I was afraid of losing, but now even if I am destined to lose you one day, I don't regret meeting you. The most eternal happiness is not having you, but having memories related to you. Every day with you is a surprise, and I will cherish every minute with you. " Xiaoling wrote this in her diary.

I think the plane leaves fell. In the time when the plane leaves fall, the life of the leaves seems to be reborn. In the rhythm of free rotation, it dances freely like a fairy who has strayed into the world. A tree, standing in an eternal posture, leaves are its wings to fly, even if its life is short, it is as bright as a star.