I lost the unique group photo

? The unique group photo in the world was lost by me who was young and ignorant of the world, and you never appeared in this world again. Among the stars, I finally lost you.

I still remember when I was young, because I lived in a rural area and mobile phones were not popular at that time, so taking pictures was all about chance, waiting for you to meet the photographer. Then every once in a while, a group of people would come to the village, leading horses or camels, carrying a lot of things in their backpacks, and hanging a fashionable camera around their necks. Then they would shout in front of every village and every house they passed by. Taking pictures, taking pictures. People with better conditions would immediately run out and cheer, waiting for us to take pictures. Then the group of people carrying luggage and leading horses and camels will stop and wait to perform their stunts at any time. Because it is rare to take a photo, everyone is very excited and happy. They will put on clothes they think look good and tie them up. I liked the braid, and then smiled and played with various concave and convex shapes for the photographer's lens. Some were taking pictures of family photos, some were taking pictures of newborn babies, some were taking pictures of parents sitting side by side, and some were taking pictures of adults. The ones holding their children in their arms are all kinds of photos anyway. That was perhaps the most simple idea of ??people at that time, to keep all the good times and your voice and smile.

? Maybe for later, when you have nothing to do, or maybe when someone asks, you open the photo album, take the photo, point to the people in the photo, and tell them all like a story. Introduce everything.

Okay, I can jump to my topic. In my vague memory, there is only one photo of our family, and it is not a family photo. It is a photo of my brother and my mother, maybe Because it is so precious, there are still some fragments left in the memory. The two people in the photo are the mother and the younger brother when he was four or five years old. I really don’t remember how old the younger brother is. I just remember that he is holding a peony in his hand. , her face turned red, and then she faced the camera angrily. Time stopped at that moment. Mother was still the same, with her hair tied into three braids, two in front, one in back, and a few bangs on the top of her forehead. Remember It's unclear whether my mother smiled, but that photo was of my mother and younger brother, or it was the first and last photo of the family.

? Perhaps it was because I was too young at the time and didn’t understand what preciousness was. I lost that unique photo. I searched every corner I could think of, but it never appeared again. I tried many methods, and even thought about whether the photographer from twenty years ago still had the negatives. However, I was still confused. There was a sea of ??people, and there was no means of communication at that time, and I couldn’t remember where the photographer lived or what his first and last name were. It was more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

? Yes, I lost the photo and can never find it again.

? Some people, if they had known that it was the last time, would they cherish it more.

For some things, if you knew that you would be so hard-working later, you would not be so careless at the time.

No matter how much I searched later, I couldn’t find anything about you.

Later, that photo never appeared again, and you never came again.