[Fu Ba] love poem

At that time, they were still friends with poetry and painting.

Just friends.

Before Fushimi Saruhiko met Hatta Misaki, he didn't deliberately write anything.He finds writing too troublesome.Drawing is also troublesome.But the desire to create made him unable to control his unicorn arms.

In the end, he chose to hold a SLR and look at the adulterous world.

He is not good at expressing himself, and what he says often doesn't mean what he says.The poet said that those who lose their voice will have a pair of eyes.Fushimi Monkey has such a sharp mind than Kokoro.His pictures are often weird and beautiful, with a frightening glamor.He took many beautiful photos when he was a teenager.

But these pictures, after seeing those poems, are so pale.Just like his past life, when he didn't own Hatta, it was as meaningless as discarded film.Time goes back to the beginning of his life.

——Yes, he called that moment "the beginning of life." At that time, he had just entered the university, and the dean of the art department tried every means to talk to him every day, "Fushimi-san, your artistic talent is very good, how about you?" Consider changing majors."

Oh no, I like computers.

The teacher is obviously used to him being a sophomore in high school who refuses to be thousands of miles away. He smiled, "It doesn't matter, you go to the art corner of our school, have a look and feel it. You will definitely like it."

Fushimi didn't pay attention to the teacher's nonsense, but he wanted to create, he wanted to shoot, his unicorn arm was ready to move all day long, pushing him around to molest the world, making the world a pornographic and lonely scene. another face.

Until he took pictures of all the corners around the school, until there was nothing left to take.He is still at an age with a high incidence of secondary illness, so it is easy to be awkward and hypocritical.The more the teacher recommended that art corner, the less he wanted to go.But the surrounding scenery was taken away again, and he didn't want to take the tram for 4 hours a day to find the scenery just to appease Qilin Arm.

——I will go a little bit closer to the art corner, definitely not close.

Fushimi was thinking pretentiously while circling the art student's garden like a donkey pulling a mill, looking wretched and sneaky.The results showed one thing, he was not as familiar with this school as he thought.

——That’s right, a 19-year-old freshman college student, Fushimi Saruhiko, lost his way on a deserted path full of artistic atmosphere.But this is not the point, the point is that he walked in front of a broken wall while fumbling around.There is a poem on this broken wall.Fushimi has already forgotten what was written in that poem, time has passed, he only remembers the throbbing feeling when he saw that poem in the setting sun like blood.

The main idea is to praise the sunset of freedom, burning the world like a flame.The sentences are rough, but there is a kind of beauty that blends seamlessly with simplicity.From strokes to words, there is a dazzling enthusiasm burning.That's what he's been looking for.

"—There must be a lonely lover, lost in some corner of this world.—He is waiting for my arrival." The end of the long poem reads.In the lower right corner is written an English name, "MISAKI".

Fushimi looked at the poem on the wall.Start the continuous shooting like you can't control wanting to have sex.In the spare time of filming, he reached out and touched the handwriting.

Rusty white powder fell from the handwriting.Much like a lover's body trembling at the touch.He shot an entire memory card that day.In the days that followed, he made a pilgrimage to that wall every day.He didn't expect to meet this graffiti poet, he just wanted to run there instinctively.

Every day the poem is different.Sometimes they are singing about the spring rain, and sometimes they are praising the moonlit night.The themes are all vulgar and unsightly, but they are full of emotion written by the white graffiti.He accompanied each poem with exquisite illustrations, and put them together with photos of the poems.He has never used BLOG and opened a special blog for the pictures of these poems.The name is MISAKI.

He often stays up all night, or wanders around all day, trying to get the right illustrations.Look for the clear moonlight written in the poem, and the withered flowers in the rain.There is no reason, just like people can't help casting admiring eyes when facing a beautiful face.He thought it was the most natural thing to do.How interesting is this girl who writes poetry.

Fushimi wanted to see her, but was afraid.

What if the other party is an ugly fat woman?Fushimi suddenly thought of this while in class, and felt very sad.

Will the first love of my life start with an ugly fat woman?No no, what happened to first love?This topic was not selected just now!

His tangled thoughts were finally interrupted by the professor's angry flying chalk.Amidst the roar of laughter in the class, he turned his face to look out of the window needlessly, thinking "my lover must be waiting for me to come", this sentence is really the best.Hatta saw his graffiti being photographed as an artistic photo from a classmate's mobile phone.

shame.happy.proud.

He was glad that someone appreciated him that way.I also feel that it is very rude for the other party to start a blog in such an impostor, especially with the name "MISAKI" that I dislike the most.

Of course, as stupid as he is, he doesn't even think about leaving his name behind.

He wanted to act like nothing had happened, but nothing would work.The imposter blogger took 360-degree shots of his graffiti every day like an aphrodisiac, accompanied by other exquisite illustrations.

He's really good at shooting.The sentences that Hatta didn't like or were dissatisfied with were all blurred by him with the focus, and the rest were his most beloved poems.

This resonating mood made him restless.He'd tried waiting behind that wall for the candid photographer to show up, but he never came across one.

In the end he decided to spend the whole day hanging out with this pornographic shooter.The other party is really erotic, and can always shoot his flawless poems into ambiguous situations.

All the transparent and colorless sentences become full of color and emotion because of his lens.Hatta wiped off all the graffiti on the wall, and waited for a whole day under the blank wall.until dusk.

"—The setting sun of this world is all the light from the eyes of my desire.

——There must be a lonely lover who is lost somewhere in this world. —He is waiting for my arrival. ’ The photographer finally arrived late at dusk.

Hatta didn't want to admit that he fell asleep while waiting for him.When he woke up, the other party stood in front of him generously, looking at himself with eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The last afterglow passed through his mirror frame, burning fiercely in his eyes.At that moment, Hatta felt that this photographer, who was so different from himself, was so similar in some places.

"You took my poem?" He stood up and asked a little awkwardly.Probably because of the exposure of the setting sun, he felt that his face was a little red and hot.

Fushimi looked at him with a smile and nodded.

"Why don't you write today?" he asked.

"I'm waiting for you." Hatta answered without hesitation.They are like gamblers cheating on each other and grabbing each other's bags, smiling ashamedly and knowingly at each other.

——The poet said that people will love each other because they are similar to each other.

Do you also believe so?

Fushimi squatted down slowly, and raised the camera reverently to the petite poet in front of him in a hunting posture.

"Then write it now." "My MISAKI."

He yelled so affectionately, so naturally, Hatta didn't even have time to get angry or protest, he could only continue to blush and turn his head to the sunset.

"Don't call me MISAKI." "Uh, uh."

Fushimi's voice was careless, because he didn't know what he was talking about, he was full of hunger and thirst to put the other party into the camera, like the ecstasy of a long drought and rain.

In his lens, the graffiti poet kicked the stones under his feet, and then began to write on the wall familiarly.He wrote the poem he saw for the first time.

The setting sun of this world is all the light from my desire eyes.There must be a lonely lover who is lost somewhere in this world.

He is waiting for my arrival.

And I will go.

Even if my life will be burned by this violent sunset.

Hatta turned his back to him, and wrote such a poem without any scruples.Use white chalk to paint pure graffiti on the wall.

He writes so calmly, like a first-night courtesan showing her body to a client who spends a lot of money, both arrogant and docile.Arrogance comes from the heart, while meekness comes from the temperament.So naked and glamorous, with the innocence of a child.He turned his head, and smiled brilliantly at Fushimi in the setting sun like a virgin's blood.

This can't be love.He said to himself in his heart that the other party was just a man.Is a graffiti poet.

But this fiery, love-like mood is irresistible and irresistible.He felt that his real life must begin at this moment.

tbc.