A ray of white moonlight

Chapter 991 Epilogue Xiao Yun: There Is a Girl I Can Only Miss After All ([-])

Zhao Youshen came again, this sentence seemed to be the shadow of my childhood, as long as I can remember, he would come to see my aunt every weekend, at that time I didn't understand what he was here for.

I only know that every time he comes, the people in the house bow down to him as if they were welcoming my own father.

And every time, after closing the door, I can always hear my aunt's desolate and mournful cry from the room.

But every time my aunt smiled and said to me, let me call him uncle, and he will happily reward me with some gadgets.

Everyone in the mansion said that we were protected by his grace, but I always felt that he was like a nightmare for our family, so I trembled with fear.

Whenever I was scared, my aunt would tell me: "Yun'er, you have to laugh, don't cry, let alone get angry, only when you smile, others don't know your weaknesses, and you have a chance to win. "

Gradually, I learned that no matter what happened, I was smiling, even if I didn't know what the meaning of laughter was, until one day I met my cousin who was not related by blood.

I remember that year, at the beginning of my sophomore year, the school club was recruiting newcomers, and the news club was next to the photography club. A girl ran over with a poster and said generously, "Hey, classmate, is there any Glue? The glue in our club was used up by a two hundred and five to glue my own mouth."

I was really surprised when I heard what she said. I looked down at her. She was cleanly dressed, with braids, not like a flower, but more like a small green tree.

I handed her the glue, and she moved her gaze to the photo I'm most proud of, a landscape.

With a critical eye, she commented on this photo: "It's so beautiful."

I nodded, but she said, "But it's just good looking."

I think what she said was not commendatory, so for me, I should be angry with this kind of evaluation, but I still smiled and asked her humbly, why.

That, she said, has no soul.

Damn, how dare she say that, but I know she's right, yes, no soul, no emotions, just like me.

But I don't want to admit it, because this is the only hobby I have owned so far, how can I admit that it is rubbish.

And at that time, she seemed to see through the expression under my smile, and she apologized: "I'm sorry, classmate, I didn't mean to satirize you on purpose, I was just discussing the facts as it stands, you're a journalist, you're so poisonous."

"Understood." I looked at her with a complicated heart, and I, who was seen through my thoughts at that moment, suddenly realized that the disguise for so many years seemed insignificant, so I asked her sincerely, "Then how do you think you should shoot?" Have a soul?"

My question stopped her. She blinked her eyes, then thought for a moment, and pointed to herself: "I don't know, but maybe you have a soul when you take pictures of me. I am so agile and I am the most suitable for taking pictures. try?"

I was really powerless to complain about her suggestion, but I still tried to pick up the camera and take a picture. However, when the picture was finished, she walked over to take a look, and said helplessly: "I still have no soul, classmate, you No emotion."

After saying this, she said goodbye and left.

After watching her return to the club, talking and laughing with others, I picked up the camera again and took a picture, and this time, I saw a soul in the new picture, her smile Bright and beautiful.

That's when I understood that it wasn't really the things in the picture that were the problem, it was, as she said, that I took pictures without being emotionally invested in the things I was photographing.

(End of this chapter)