dizziness

Arriving in a strange country, Ruan Miaomiao, like most international students at that time, was full of fear and apprehension, trying to make up for the language while forcing herself to adapt to the surrounding environment.

Originally relatively introverted personality, even more restrained emotional catharsis.The only way to get comfort is probably when I was talking to Owen, listening to the familiar voice that I missed day and night from the microphone, the tense mood was temporarily relieved, but after hanging up the phone, the fatal anxiety disappeared again. Will be paving the way.

He couldn't spread all his anxiety on the canvas like Owen did. The tight rhythm of life left him no time to calm down and paint, and it became more and more impossible to resolve it just by relying on the meager comfort of two people talking on the phone. His loneliness and loneliness.

It wasn't until Ruan Miaomiao took the first photo after arriving in the United States. It was a street scene in the evening, and the turbulent crowd hurried past at the intersection. He was in it, as if he suddenly discovered that photos could record his life so quickly. Ruan Miaomiao will wash it out I always feel that if that person looks at what he sees, he will probably feel the same as himself that they are beside each other.

He misses that person so much, so whenever he has free time, he takes out his camera to take pictures, even if he just bought a cup of coffee on the way to work, he will take pictures and send them to Owen, as if these daily bits and pieces are their emotions bridge.

Ruan Miaomiao's love for Owen is as simple and pure as his whole person. His single-minded attitude allows him to take a lot of photos. However, most of these photos are scenery and objects. He never pays attention to taking pictures of people, maybe It's because the person worthy of entering his lens is in that unreachable and helpless distance.

Destiny always has its own trajectory. When God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. It seems that Ruan Miaomiao’s loneliness and helplessness are pity for him, and he met another him.

It was a sunny late autumn day. Ruan Miaomiao had been in this city called San Francisco for more than a few months. He still remembered that day, a rare day off. The cruise ship off the coast of San Francisco, he wanted to see the bridge and the sea, and he wanted the man to see it too.

Although the sun was good that day, but the wind was very strong, Ruan Miaomiao could only sit in the cabin and take pictures with the camera through the glass window, but he seemed dissatisfied at all. Maybe he was influenced by Owen, and he was not interested in aesthetics. Subtly, he became more and more demanding. He wanted to take the most beautiful scenery for that person to see, so he wandered in the cabin, looking for various angles.

Until the sunset came, the cruise ship crossed the San Francisco Bridge again. Under the radiance of the sunset, the water surface and the bridge seemed to be glowing with layers of golden light. Ruan Miaomiao pointed at the beautiful scenery with his camera. Just as he was about to press the shutter, a person entered took his shot.

The man was standing on the deck outside the cabin, and because of the angle, it just blocked Ruan Miaomiao's locked view. It was very dangerous to stand on the deck in such a strong wind. Ruan Miaomiao looked at it from the camera with a little surprise in his heart. It was only then that he noticed that the man had jet black hair, which had been blown into a mess by the wind at this moment, and the shirt he was wearing was shaking constantly with the strong wind.He bowed and put his hands on the railing of the deck, smoking the cigarette between his fingers one after another. Ruan Miaomiao couldn't see his face clearly, but somehow felt that the casual and chic appearance of this person smoking at the moment was so similar to his memory Owen.

Although Owen has quit smoking for a long time, at this moment Ruan Miaomiao really wanted to see that person smoking again, probably because he was immersed in reminiscence, Ruan Miaomiao's camera was frozen in such a picture, almost out of instinct. shutter.

Due to the dim light inside the cabin, the camera automatically turned on the flash, and the people on the deck seemed to have also noticed the flashing light source. Ruan Miaomiao saw the person turn his head and look in the direction he was in through the lens, and he couldn't help being shocked. Jumping, hurriedly put down the camera and stuffed it into the bag in a panic, then turned around and sat in an inconspicuous corner beside him, looking out the window anxiously, not even daring to turn his head, fearing that someone would find something unusual.

It wasn't until the cruise ship docked that Ruan Miaomiao hurriedly disembarked as if guilty of guilt and walked away quickly, then she was a little relieved.

As a result, he went to school the next day, and as soon as he walked out of the apartment, something unexpected happened to him.

"Ruan Miaomiao?"

The unfamiliar voice behind him gave him a chill. He didn't have any friends here, and no one would know his name, and he still spoke Chinese.

When Ruan Miaomiao turned her head, she almost immediately recognized that the smiling man was the one she photographed yesterday.

"It really was you, the one who took pictures of me with the camera yesterday," the man said as he raised the object in his hand, looked at it again, and clicked his tongue slightly, "Tsk... Ruan Miaomiao... the name is quite interesting of."

Ruan Miaomiao took the student ID card handed over by the man, and guessed that the camera might have been hurriedly stuffed into the bag yesterday and accidentally dropped it.

"..." Ruan Miaomiao gave him a slight nod to express his gratitude, and without saying a word, he put his student ID card back in his bag and turned to leave.

"Hey, why did you shoot me yesterday?" The man followed his pace and asked, his eyes sizing up Ruan Miaomiao's profile.

"..."

"You secretly photographed me, so it's not too much for me to ask for an explanation. If you don't want to say it, then I'll ask another question, why did you choose this name?" Regardless of Ruan Miaomiao's indifferent attitude, the man kept talking on his own, seeing Ruan Miaomiao remained silent, then smiled lightly and said, "Actually, I would know if you didn't tell me, believe it or not?"

Ruan Miaomiao suddenly stopped and frowned and looked at him.

As the man spoke, he stretched out the things in his hands to his eyes, and Ruan Miaomiao looked at the student ID card that was exactly the same as his own, and there were two words, Mu Sen.

"Here, your five elements lack water, and my five elements belong to water and wood. Do you need me?"

Just like that, Mu Sen's words made Ruan Miaomiao smile for the first time in the United States. He really laughed for a long time looking at that name.

The two quickly became friends, because Mu Sen was a student of the photography department, and taught Ruan Miaomiao many professional shooting methods in his spare time, so that Ruan Miaomiao's final transfer to the photography department was also related to him. My family immigrated here, and I have been growing up in the United States since junior high school, and I also brought Ruan Miaomiao into the living situation, which relieved a lot of anxiety when I first arrived.

Ruan Miaomiao admitted that he needed Mu Sen, and he couldn't even imagine what he would be like without this person in those three years. All his friends, all his happiness and smiles, and all of his life seemed to be inseparable from him. the influence of this person.

Especially at that time...

Ruan Miaomiao shook his head hastily, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, the photo in his hand was wrinkled, it was the only one he took that didn't send away.

He glanced at Owen who was still sleeping soundly. The few strands of white hair on his temples looked so dazzling and distressing. Ruan Miaomiao didn't want this man to grow old, and hoped that time would stay forever when he met this high-spirited man when he was 18 years old. man moment.

Ruan Miaomiao turned around and tore the photo in his hand into countless pieces, the broken sea and bridge, the broken sunset, and the broken person.

He threw the pieces into the trash can, went back to the bed and kissed Owen on the cheek, whispering, "I love you... trust me" as if he wanted him to hear but didn't want to wake him up.

Maybe it's more about talking to myself.

Ruan Miaomiao put the camera on her back, took another deep look at him, and went to work in the early morning sun.

He closed the door softly.

Owen touched the ring between his fingers and opened his eyes.