A heartbeat, a lifetime

Chapter 44
There was still the fresh smell of disinfectant in the ward. Shen Qinjun got up from the hospital bed and sat on the sofa with a gray sweater over his hospital gown. He said in a low voice, "Talk to her yourself."

I saw Qin Mou put his hands by his sides, clenched them tightly, and then loosened them, his expression changed several times, and finally he said coldly: "Shen Qinjun only found out about your father after my engagement with him was cancelled—I told you His, because those letters were kept in my house at the time. He didn't… lied to you from the beginning.

"As for the fact that I was with him, it was also because when Sister Xin established the studio, he helped me several times. There were rumors in the circle, and I did not deny it. Later, I forced him to get engaged. At that time You haven't recovered your memory yet, and the doctor also said that if you know about the past, there is a high chance of relapse of hysteria..." She paused, then gave Shen Qinjun a look of resentment, "Anyway, that's how he agreed I.

"But he regretted it later. You also remembered everything. I didn't want to be out, so I told him about your father."

When she said this, a smile finally appeared on the corner of her lips, "I can't get it, and I don't want you to get it."

I frowned and looked at her. I really couldn't understand her logic at the moment. What kind of overbearing feelings would make people say such strange words as "I can't get it, and I don't want you to get it"?
She turned her head to look at Shen Qinjun, with a slightly provocative tone, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Perhaps you should tell her why I helped you." His expression was backlit, making it difficult to see clearly, but his voice was almost cold and clear.

Her pupils constricted slightly, as if she had been hurt, but in the end she changed into a calm expression, as if she didn't care, she said word by word, "Bai Xi, because I...look like you, because, I am you cousin. So he's been taking care of me."

She walked to the door, and finally turned around and said, "Shen Qinjun, we owe nothing to each other."

He raised his head quietly, "I never owe you anything. I help you only because of Bai Xi."

For a moment, I felt that her face turned pale, but in the end, she still proudly raised her jaw and strode away.

There was a deadly silence in the ward. I didn't feel relieved because she said this at the moment, but I just wanted to break the silence at this moment and said in a hurry: "Can you eat?"

I brought the porridge to him, but he pressed his hand.

"I don't know how to explain it, but I want to try hard..."

He seemed to be tongue-tied for a long time, before continuing: "Your memory has begun to recover, and there is no sign of recurrence of hysteria. You don't know how happy I am...but I am worried that you will remember everything. I remember that because I insisted on going to the amusement park, your parents died in a car accident... so I dare not really be with you, and I dare not ask you to help me with the equity issue. Because, I am just afraid One day when you think about it, you will only hate me even more.

"Qin Mou told me about your father, and I also know that Gao Qi is in close contact with you. I numb myself with work every day, so I don't have to think about those things. I often wake up from nightmares in those days, and I think I should talk to you Talk, but in the dream... the way my parents passed away... I also felt that I shouldn't have any contact with you, you will return everything to me, this is what Uncle Su owes to my parents. "

He spoke incoherently, but I could sense the contradiction.

It's like when I knew the cause of my parents' death, I was wondering whether to transfer all the shares to him...

It's just that I spent less time thinking about it than him.

"That night, I received the contract from you and signed it. When the winning chance was within my grasp, I didn't know how...to face you."

He grabbed my hand very hard, "I know you were waiting for an explanation from me at that time, but...I..."

I lowered my head, a tuft of forehead hair fell on my eyes, itchy, "I understand."

He said "hmm" in a low and gentle voice.

His other hand is holding something, and it stretches out very slowly. From between the slender fingers, I can see the texture of deep wine red velvet.

At that moment, my heart was beating like a drum, I knew what he was going to do, but before he fully stretched out his hand, I said in the fastest way: "But Shen Qinjun, the program can be reset, but... the emotion cannot."

I let go of my hand hastily, not daring to look at his expression, "You... rest well, I'll go back first."

A month later, the special issue of Sweiya was finally published, and it received rave reviews.And the photos I entrusted to Mai Zhendong to post on "Seeing" also attracted some attention, and even a publisher contacted me through him, wanting to collaborate with me on a collection of photo essays.

I happily accepted this invitation, and I also took more fresh pictures during the trip with NG.It's just that I started to choose the destinations to go out very carefully, and finally gave up those dangerous places.

Lao Wang laughed at me, saying that I was scared and traumatized.

I thought about it, but didn't refute. I just said, "I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that people who care about me will be sad."

He blinked narrowly, "Are you afraid of your boyfriend?"

I was startled, my colleagues thought I was getting married soon, but in fact, I had lost contact with him a long time ago.

But every trip back, I will go to see the old man.Show him the photos I took, tell him about the people and things I met, and have dinner with him.

Every time the old man stared at me, he seemed to have something to say, but in the end he just smiled and said, "That's a good shot."

The time I stayed in Feihai seemed to connect the nodes of each journey. Before I set off, I enjoyed sleeping at home, eating breakfast, and watching TV.

Roewe Group has officially completed the complete acquisition of QL shares, which is just over half a year since the last crisis.As soon as the news came out, the financial circles were in an uproar.More critics are inclined to Shen Qinjun's perfect method: using the previous show of weakness, he successfully won the support of the employees, and the government took the lead in the negotiations to complete the capital repurchase.

The young man in the camera looks thinner, with shorter hair and a slightly pale complexion.He is such a confident person, so the uneasy man in the hospital really doesn't look like him.

I thought about it and changed the channel.

The movie channel is broadcasting the premiere press conference of "Beautiful Eyes". All the leading actors are present, and the most eye-catching one is the heroine Qin Mou.The long hair is slightly curly, the waist is slender, and the eyes seem to be shining brightly.The last time I remembered seeing her in the hospital, she was pale and mean, completely different from the radiant look at the moment.

At the press conference, she wore a red dress with a complete set of jade jewelry. The necklace was made into the shape of branches and leaves, each leaf was a piece of jade, and the two drops of jade on her earlobe were as green as water.It took me a long time to come back to my senses. The reporters had already thrown a bunch of questions.

"Miss Qin, you have signed a contract with the famous ×× film and television company with the highest value. From an independent studio to the first sister of ××, what new plans do you have for work?"

Her answer was decent and polite, and the reporter turned to ask: "I heard that your rumored boyfriend is..."

Qin Mou smiled and said meaningfully: "If you can take pictures, I will admit it." Then, surrounded by the staff, he entered the big theater.

Signing a contract with ××, officially becoming the first lady in the film industry, she is no longer a small, fresh and niche female star, there will be countless jewelers presenting jewels for her to choose, instead of looking at those little rich The face of the second generation.

She probably got what she wanted.

I turned off the TV, the reserved taxi arrived, took my luggage and went straight to the airport, the destination was Yunnan.There our team will complete a protective filming project of the intangible cultural heritage of ethnic minorities.

Because I want to go to Meili Snow Mountain first, I set off one week in advance.

While waiting for the plane, I remembered that every time I went to see the old man, I never saw Shen Qinjun.The old man also said that now he is in a workaholic mode, flying here and there, spending more time in the sky than at home.

People say that there is a vast sea of ​​people, and two people who are destined to meet will meet somewhere, and the most romantic place is probably the airport.

But even at the airport, I never saw him again.

So, there is still no fate.

Thinking of this, I felt slightly relieved, after all...it was myself who rejected him at the beginning.

The plane arrived at Shangri-La first, and then transferred to the snow mountain. I found a reserved hotel in Yubeng Village and stayed. I opened the curtains and could see the mountains under the night, but I could only see the outline in the dark, and I couldn’t focus. So I had to take a quick shower and go to bed.

The next day, I washed my face refreshed and went out with my camera on my back.The snow-capped mountains, which I hadn’t seen clearly last night, suddenly came into my sight in the soft light before sunrise. The thirteen snow-capped peaks in a row, milky white like icing sugar, are so holy that it is difficult to describe them in words.

The tourists set up the tripods early and waited quietly for the moment when the sunrise of Jinshan Mountain, I searched for a corner alone, but the camera in my hand was deflected.

The pagoda stands there lightly, and the lamas in red monk robes hold Buddhist beads in their hands and look reverently at Kawagebo Peak, the highest peak among the thirteen peaks, which is also the most holy mountain in the hearts of Tibetans.

Waited quietly for a moment.

At the moment of sunrise, the sound of shutters, exclamations, and cheers rang together.The golden light from above the snow-capped mountains dyed the white snow, and the lamas lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes. The red robes blended with the golden light like Buddha's light, just like the light of Buddha.

Fortunately, that scene was captured by myself, and at the same time, I quickly moved the camera, with the snow-capped mountains as the background, to capture the cheering tourists, the lines in the corners of the eyes, the flying hair, and the subtle expressions.

I don’t know when it started, even if I’m working in NG, the photos I handed over should be mainly natural scenery, but in private, I prefer to capture those strangers, the momentary joy, indifference, laughter... It makes me feel like time It can be frozen here, and the momentary emotions can be so eternal.

I adjusted the mode slightly, lifted it up again, and aimed at the tall young man not far away.

I took a stealthy step forward so that when he raised his head, I could catch the profile.

He finally raised his head, but as if he had sensed something, he turned to the direction of my camera and smiled unconsciously.

A heart beat more and more violently on the plateau, but my professionalism still kept my hand steady, and my fingers subconsciously pressed the shutter.I think this time, when he smiled like this, when he smiled so beautifully, I didn't let down the camera in my hand, nor the blue sky behind him, and the pious and majestic mountain.

He walked towards me step by step and stood in front of me.

I got so close to him, only then did I realize that although this man looked so perfect from a distance, when he looked closely, his lips were slightly chapped, and the blue shadow cast by his long eyelashes seemed more like he hadn't had a good rest. of dark circles.

What's more, at this moment, his expression is not calm and calm, but nervous and apprehensive that can be seen at a glance.

I slowly lower the camera.

The moment he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, "Ten months have passed, Bai Xi, have you finished restarting?"

I watched him silently without speaking.

The last trace of calm in his eyes disappeared, and he even stuck out his tongue unconsciously and licked his upper lip lightly, as if frustrated because he didn't know what to say.

I couldn't help but raise the corners of my lips, "I just took the best photo."

He was startled.

"Because you're inside."

His reaction was a bit slow, and he seemed to be understanding the meaning of my words repeatedly, and finally he laughed out loud—reaching out and holding me in his arms, I could feel his chest vibrating and his real body temperature at this moment.

Because I was holding the camera in one hand, I could only reach out and hug his waist with the other.

Close to the moment of his heartbeat, I was thinking——

I used to think the most beautiful photo,

It is the fleeting time of the passing scenery.

now I know,
in the best photo,
should have you.

The moment it freezes,

A heartbeat, a life stretches.

(End of this chapter)