My Photos?

Cheng Mengyun looked at the small stack of photos in confusion.

It should be an old camera, and the imagery is very similar to the Hong Kong film of the last century, with a yellowed nostalgic style.

After looking at it for a while, she remembered the origin of these photos. At that time, when I was in middle school, there was a quiet female classmate who liked to fiddle with the camera. She took a lot of photos for the classmates on weekdays, and later they washed them out at their own expense, and gave them to the classmates who acted as "models" in the photos.

At that time, Cheng Mengyun was very unusual, and after the classmate got permission, he liked to shoot her. Later, when she graduated, she also received the photo, but she was busy with other things and gradually forgot about it.

This stack of photos was not the one she received back then, it should have been given to Yinhua by that person alone. Because Yin Hua's figure appeared inside.

At that time, the young boy shaved his head. In the camera, his eyes were full of savagery, and he looked like 2,580,000. The school uniform is not well worn, and he has never looked directly at the camera, and his face with a band-aid is full of alienation and rebelliousness.

Cheng Mengyun's hand stopped.

She found that the following pictures were group photos. No, it can't be said to be a group photo.

There is a picture of a girl with double braids holding an ice cream and chatting with her classmates. In the corner of the camera, a boy with an inch head walked into the classroom with a basketball and seemed to be looking at the person eating the ice cream; next One is even more obvious. She was burying her head in her homework after class, and he, who was sitting in the back row, held his head lazily, staring at the figure of the man who was doing his homework seriously.

There are also some snapshots, the two of them are leaning on the railing and laughing and chatting, and some people are passing by the window while moving their textbooks together...

The person who took the photo should be very good at capturing it. Every photo shows the youth of the teenage years, and it makes people smile.

However, why does Yinhua have her photo here?

Cheng Mengyun fell into contemplation. If she remembered correctly, the photos that the female classmate gave her were completely different from the stack in her hand. They were just her single photos.

Looking at those group photos again, there is an atmosphere that she can't be understood or explained.

"Bang"!

There was a sound from the kitchen. Cheng Mengyun looked over, but found that Yinhua was looking at her. To be precise, he should be looking at the stack of photos in her hand, with an expression of panic that was hard to hide.

There was an overturned stainless steel cup on the ground, and the tea was spilled on the ground.

"Hey, why don't you be careful." Cheng Mengyun noticed that Yinhua's hand was still dripping with tea, and he knew that the other party didn't hold the cup firmly.

She quickly put down the photo and stood up, rummaging through the backpack in the living room, looking for medical supplies. She had taken many different kinds of medicines from the pharmacy in the resort before, and she remembered that one of them was a scalding cream.

When she walked to the backpack, she found that the corner of the living room was a little strange, but after looking for a long time, she didn't find anything wrong.

After thinking that she was thinking too much, she pulled Yinhua, who was a little dumbfounded, and asked him to go to the kitchen to take a shower.Then put him on the sofa.

"Huazi, why can't you even hold a cup of tea." She carefully untied the bandage on the man's wet arm, and after observing the position of the black line, she was about to squeeze out some plaster, and she felt hot The burnt ointment was taken by the man.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself," Yinhua said with an unnatural expression, "don't touch the tea on the ground, I'll clean it up in a while."

"...Okay." Cheng Mengyun sat back on the sofa again.

Seeing that Faxiao picked up the stack of photos and observed it carefully, Yinhua's hand tightened unconsciously, and the burning cream instantly collapsed.

In a rush to wipe off the excess plaster paper, he heard a small voice coming from beside him:

"Did you just look at the photo?"

He lowered his head and said "um".

Only the medicine that was smeared indiscriminately, revealed a little bit of mood.

"It's so beautiful, alas, I don't even know where I put my stack of photos," Fa Xiao should be very happy, with crooked smiles, "I kind of miss the time when I went to school. Studying, now I still have to think about how to survive every day."

Yinhua paused his hands, and said nonchalantly, "Actually, I prefer post-apocalypse."

"Why?" Fa Xiao really diverted his attention.

Yinhua hesitated for a moment, and said frankly: "Don't worry about money, there is no endless field, and you don't have to run around everywhere, and everything depends on strength."

Of course, you can also stay with the people around you.

But he dared not speak out.

Cheng Mengyun nodded in agreement. When she first entered college, she and Yinhua went through a difficult period of shortage of funds. They ate the cheapest fast food in the cafeteria. They usually ordered one or two dishes. When buying just-needed goods, what attracted the most attention at that time was the discounts and promotions in supermarkets, the huge discount coupons for online shopping, or group buying to get bone prices.

Later, relying on part-time jobs and poverty subsidies from the school, life gradually improved. But the nature of being a miser is deeply ingrained.

"By the way, are there enough crystal nuclei?" When thinking of money, Cheng Mengyun thought of the same precious crystal nuclei.

"Enough, we can spend more than three months of splurge." Yinhua replied, 3/4 of the sack of crystal cores left in Longevity Village, packed in another luggage.

He felt that his mood had eased a little, but the next second, he was shocked by the small question.

"I just asked Mr. Zhao what was going on with her and Xiao Jian, but she said it was like teasing a dog. I think that as a good friend, I still have an obligation to remind her, so I told her not to play with other people's feelings. As a result " Cheng Mengyun looked at him puzzled, "Mr. Zhao told me that I am the one who is more able to play with other people's feelings. What does this mean? I have thought about it, but I have never understood it. Won't explain it to me."

Yinhua took a deep breath, lay back, leaned on the sofa, and wiped her wet hair silently.

How does he answer this question?

"We have known each other for more than ten years. You know my usual style. I shouldn't have the feeling of deceiving anyone, right?" Cheng Mengyun thought of something, and suddenly changed his words, "No, I am very specific!"

Yinhua's hand to wipe her hair froze.

Cheng Mengyun snorted and said, "I am committed to money!"

Yinhua couldn't help laughing, and after a while, he replied out of conscience: "I don't know too well, you can ask Mr. Zhao again when the time comes?"

Fa Xiao probably didn't expect to get an answer, so he didn't look disappointed, but continued to ask: "Speaking of which, when you were in the hospital, what were you going to tell me? Why did you have to say it later? You should be able to say it now."

She looked at the watch on her wrist, it was still a street stall, and it was almost 9 o'clock in the evening, so it should meet the requirement of "late".

What should come is still here.

Yinhua felt her heart beating like a drum, and her face was steaming like fire, she was completely red without even looking.

When in the hospital, when he heard the people around him say that he could only live for a month, he felt a throbbing sadness, his chest was heavy, almost subconsciously, he suddenly wanted to express those thoughts that he had never revealed and suppressed for an unknown period of time. confide out.

He suddenly didn't want to wait in the endless waiting, perhaps in the tragedy that he would deteriorate and die tomorrow.

He couldn't remember how many times he hesitated to speak.

In middle school, he was ignorant, but subconsciously felt that she was special. Later, perhaps because of a sudden enlightenment, he could no longer look at the person around him with a normal attitude. At that time, he was impulsive and reckless, and wanted to tell him desperately, but he calmed down the moment he saw the school.

He knows that he cannot rely on his own willfulness to destroy the expectation of further education.

Ben was about to graduate from high school and tried to confess his love, but the burden of life was overwhelmed prematurely. After realizing that he was temporarily unable to say those words, he restrained all the difficult love.

He was inferior to his own conditions, and when he found a part-time job, he didn't even dare to tell her clearly. Anyone who has a friend who is involved in funerals and graves will subconsciously feel bad luck. But when she knew it, she just said,

Take care of yourself outside and remember to eat well.

At that moment, the two of them were crowded in the open-air food stall, and at that moment, he wanted to tell her very much. But when he saw that she was wearing a thin old padded jacket and her face was a little red from the cold, he forced a smile and stopped thinking about it.

Life smoothed out the sharpness he had just shown, and he tried to pack the inner indifference with gentleness. Hidden so well that those turbulent loves have become obscure and hazy.

Until the end of the world came, the unforeseen deterioration made him completely cut off all unnecessary thoughts.

And she's always been ignorant. Get along with him like no one else.

Just like now, ask him without any distracting thoughts, questions that make it difficult for him to answer, in her dullness and ignorance, he always carefully avoids and prevents her from noticing.

He suddenly felt an uncontrollable sense of grievance, as if everyone could see it, but she just took it as their misunderstanding; he tried to confess clearly, but she easily blocked him.

The mind that was forced to be suppressed when it was restless, after years of fermentation and sinking, became indescribably distorted and deeply rooted.

In order to facilitate dealing with the outside world, the smile that was specially trained gradually disappeared.

That pair of camouflage for many years, the gentle skin seems to be fused with the body. But he knew that everything was an illusion.

The master said to him, don't be a boss, look like a good person, smile more, customers will be more at ease, so he will practice obediently; she said she likes gentle ones, he wrote down one by one.

It seems like he hasn't been himself for a long time.

He hooked the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile, his peach blossom eyes were no longer gentle.

Cheng Mengyun was stunned for a moment, and he felt that the people around him suddenly changed back to the aggressive and indifferent appearance she was more familiar with.

She heard a hoarse voice from the people around her:

"Yes, I do have something to tell you.

"I like you."