[Qihong] Frost leaves are red in February flowers

part7

I am a photographer. Five years ago, my ex-lover and I opened a photo studio in Changsha.

There are not many people who take pictures these days. After all, because of the war, most families don't have the spare money to provide things other than food and clothing.

The photo studio is empty, and the two of us just nest in the studio every day, and we are happy to have a leisurely time.

No one knew about our relationship, and the people who came to take pictures only thought we were masters and buddies.

Because he is a man, and I am a man.

We are lovers.

Invisible, love.

We enjoy the warmth of smiling at each other, and we like to secretly hold fingers occasionally after work.We'll even, when the mood strikes, close the door and have sex.

I have seen a lot of kids from rich families taking their beloved women to take wedding photos, I am so envious.

Marriage is something we can't even think about.

But the two of us also took wedding photos in private.

Two bright red wedding gowns, with a cautious smile.

At that time we were both happy and sad.

Later, you said later...

A letter from home made him return to his hometown, marry a wife and have children, and he has lived a normal life ever since.

One difference and two widths, everyone is happy?

You can be happy.

I wish you happiness more than anyone else.

But that happiness will never be me.

Do you know?

Either way.

Do you remember?

Let it go.

Later, I recruited a buddy to help me.The world is getting worse and worse, and there are days when there is no business.I'm also getting lazy. I just nestle on the sofa, or read a book, or just wake up and sleep.

If there are too few happy days, the days will pass very slowly, very slowly.Slowly, five years have passed.

How many lovers do you think can finally get married?I mean... people of the same sex who shouldn't be together.

Whether you love it or hate it, it's just mediocre.

But I never hated that person, he just went to fulfill his mission of life.

Fate.

Two people came to the photo studio that day.

A peach-colored gown, a white cloak, porcelain-white skin, shallow pear holes.A famous actor in Changsha, February Red.

A straight military uniform, a military green cloak, sword eyebrows and star eyes, majestic and majestic.Deployment officer, Master Zhang Dafo.

With just one glance, I can tell that there is love between the two of them.

Ah.

The word love is doomed, how tiring.

"Hello," I still greeted each other with a smile on my face, and made a bow, "You two want to come and take a photo? This way, please."

The two nodded in agreement and walked into the inner room.

The guy was adjusting the camera, and I went to adjust the pose for them.

"Second Master, please sit down, Buddha Master, you can lean closer to Second Master. Hey, yes. Both of you have a smile, okay!"

Master Zhang's hand naturally held Er Yuehong's shoulder.Er Yuehong's head also took advantage of the trend, and gently leaned against Buddha's body.

If he hadn't paid too much attention to such trivial and subtle movements, he would have been invisible.

I saw it, but my heart felt bitter again.

The time for taking pictures is actually very short.

The photos that can be taken can be stored for a long, long time.

So long that it can witness many joys and sorrows.

The two people in the photo are both dignified and dignified.Relying on each other, but supporting each other.

It is very similar to the photo of me and that person, with black hair and red clothes, clinging to each other, with a young and frivolous face, unbelieving, and not being tired by the world.

The footsteps of winter are getting deeper and deeper, and another year will pass in a blink of an eye.

May you have a long and happy life.

"Go and send this photo album to Buddha's mansion, just say that the photos from last time have been washed." I nestled on the sofa and told the clerk.

The clerk took the photo album, but he was still grinding his feet there.

"What's the matter, why don't you go?" I glanced at him.

"Boss, are Buddha and Second Master Hong..."

"What's the matter with you?" I interrupted him. "We're just a photographer."

"Have you...been...with men..." He asked again.

I frowned, looked at him, didn't answer, and thought to myself, what's wrong with this kid today?

"I...I...like you..." He blushed, "It's because I like you that I came here to work..."

... I said why he had just posted the recruitment notice that day, and he took off the paper and came in.

At that time, the child was grinning, his ears were red, and his eyes were wandering.

With a wry smile, "Let's go and send the photo album first. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it when you come back."

Maybe spring is coming.

But the word love, how can you let it go lightly?

Turn into a spring breeze and give up.

There is a reopening day, and no one is young.

Everything is as it is now, and it will be fine.

Foye flipped through the photo album that had just been delivered, page by page, the smile on his face deepened.

Yes.

There is a reopening day, and no one is young.

You don't need to grow rich and honor, Anle is a god.

Everything is as it is now, and it will be fine.

The author has something to say: This is also the current situation of comrades in our country.Hmm... Actually, I very much hoped that we could also legalize homosexuality, but maybe our country's economy and culture cannot support the legalization for the time being. On the contrary, if we really insist on legalizing it, it may trigger a series of Let's take it easy... I hope the lovers will get married...