——A Yan kisses.

Ex-husband Mr. Qin, the son of the art department of our school.

Qin Yan, there are only so many people in the entire art department, how can there be a second Qin Yan.

Qin Yan, who was abandoned by his mother, and Qin Yan, who had been at odds with his father for several years and did not return home.

Such a lonely and helpless Qin Yan!

Song Qiuyao stood up suddenly, Song's father and Song's mother looked at him strangely.

Song Qiuyao said: "Mom, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do at school. You eat first, and I will leave first. I will come back another day."

Song's mother didn't understand what happened to Song Qiuyao all of a sudden, so she could only say: "Then be careful on the way and don't forget to bring the things you entrusted to me to your roommate."

"Okay!" Song Qiuyao replied in a hurry, picked up the things and left the house without looking back.

Bei Song, who had been sitting next to Song Qiuyao for dinner since just now, also saw the words "A Yan kisses me personally", and naturally understood why Song Qiuyao left suddenly.

With Song Qiuyao's sudden departure, the rest of the people naturally finished their dinner quickly.

Bei Song, who went back to the study with Song Jinyang, closed the door of Song Jinyang's study.

Bei Song sorted out his thoughts in his mind, hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking: "Professor Song, I have some questions to ask you, which have nothing to do with your major. I hope you don't get angry."

"Oh? What is it, tell me." Song Jinyang put down Bei Song's examination paper.

"That...professor...would you reject homosexuality? Emmmm...or imagine, if the person close to you is a boy, but he also likes a boy, would you object?" Bei Song asked hesitantly.

Song Jinyang smiled and said: "I don't care whether the person he likes is a man or a woman, I only care about that person's character and ability, whether I also like him and treat him so that I can afford the future of the two of them."

"Ah! That would be wonderful."

Song Jinyang continued: "Actually, you want to tell me that the person Qiuyao likes may be Qin Yan, right?"

Bei Song said with a look of horror, "How do you know?"

Song Jinyang replied: "Looking at my mother's unreliable appearance, I should have guessed that Qiuyao was raised by me. I knew his sexual orientation a long time ago. He really likes Qin Yan. Apart from QiuyaoI and I, you are the third to know, I hope you can keep it a secret for Qiuyao."

Bei Song nodded, made a movement of zipping his mouth and said, "Don't worry! My mouth is very strict."

"Well. Can we start the lecture now?"

"it is good"

"It's probably not too early to finish the lecture. I suggest you stay tonight. There is a guest room next to my room. It happens to be my class in the first and second quarters tomorrow morning. Let's go there together to save you from being late again."

"...Okay." Can you not mention being late?

Song Qiuyao, who returned to the campus with the photo album, was eager to see Qin Yan. Although he couldn't express his feelings, Song Qiuyao really wanted to do something for Qin Yan at this moment.

Song Qiuyao dialed Qin Yan's number, and after a few rings, Qin Yan on the opposite side quickly answered the phone.Song Qiuyao heard the noisy voices on the other side of the phone, and Song Qiuyao asked suspiciously:

"Qin Yan, where are you now?"

"Just finished eating, on the way, ready to go back to the dormitory."

"Okay, I've gone back to school, then I'll wait for you in the dormitory, come back early."

"Ok."

Song Qiuyao, who returned to the dormitory first, looked at the thick stack of envelopes that A Yan personally signed, feeling very complicated.

How should I tell Qin Yan that this was brought to him by the mother who left him without hearing from him for many years?

Song Qiuyao simply threw the letter into his drawer, thinking for a while that if he thought of a good excuse, he would give it to him.

Song Qiuyao curiously flipped through Qin Yan's mother's photo album. The photos at the beginning were the daily life of a two- or three-year-old boy. It can be seen that they are very old photos. The boy in the photos can already be seen to be different from the currentQin Yan is somewhat similar.

Song Qiuyao could almost conclude that the boy in the photo was Qin Yan.

Some are at home and some are outdoors. The child under the camera is smiling so happily, but Song Qiuyao knows that the child is looking at the mother behind the camera through the camera.

And there are only dozens of photos like this, Song Qiuyao flipped through three or four pages, and these old photos stopped abruptly, only this sentence was written in the corner of the last photo.

—Sorry, I never thought about living for anyone.

In the photos since then, I can no longer find anything about the life of the photographer himself.

Song Qiuyao had to admit that Qin Yan's mother's works were indeed outstanding, with the demeanor of a master.

She has traveled through many mountains and rivers, and seen the impermanence of the world.

And every bit of this was recorded by her under the camera.Under her lens, there are life, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, and occasionally she will write a sentence or two in the blank space next to the photo.

But she is just a passer-by and a recorder in their lives. She has participated in these experiences, but these really do not belong to her.

Song Qiuyao felt that Qin Yan's mother, who was the recorder, was pitiful.She is like a clean soul wandering in the world, looking at other people's stories, feeling the touch of others and resonating with others' emotions. She is in every story, but she is not the protagonist in every story, she is justAn indifferent bystander, the narrator.

When he turned here, Song Qiuyao heard the sound of the doorknob turning, he quickly put the photo album into his drawer, forced a smiling face out, and prepared to face Qin Yan.

As soon as Qin Yan entered the door, he saw Song Qiuyao smiling at him.

He walked over and touched Song Qiuyao's head, and asked, "Did something good happen?"

Song Qiuyao shook his head and replied, "No."

After finishing speaking, Song Qiuyao handed Qin Yan the "t Steets" that Qin Yan had mentioned before.

Song Qiuyao said with a smile: "For you, didn't you say that it is difficult to receive this in China before? Then I asked my mother to participate in the film festival this time, and help me find it by the way. I didn't expect it to be really rewarding."

Qin Yan didn't expect that Song Qiuyao could remember such a small thing he mentioned in his heart just by casually chatting. When he thought of this, Qin Yan couldn't help giving Song Qiuyao a hug: "Qiuyao, youReally nice to me."

Song Qiuyao also stretched out his hands, hugged Qin Yan's waist forcefully, and "confessed": "Yes! Qin Yan, I only treat you well."

Qin Yan didn't expect Song Qiuyao to answer him like this, his body stiffened involuntarily, Qin Yan felt his heart was tightly held in the palm of a pair of hot hands, wrapped and warmed.

Qin Yan seemed to have a premonition that Song Qiuyao must have something important to say to himself, so Qin Yan couldn't help asking: "Qiuyao, why me?"

Song Qiuyao slowly let go of Qin Yan, looked into Qin Yan's eyes seriously and replied: "Qin Yan, I'm sorry that I can't participate in your past, but at least, I hope that I can be the one who brings happiness to your futurepeople."

The words of confession blurted out, Song Qiuyao finally didn't hesitate any more, opened the drawer, and handed over Qin Yan's mother's things to Qin Yan.