Bojun and Xiao never have islands

Before the horror movie started, the racer said he had to go to the bathroom first.

It is inconvenient to say the reason, the photographer only thought that he was caught in the rain earlier, but in fact, someone was just afraid that he would not have the courage to take a bath alone after watching the film.

The photographer put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and by the way threw the kitchen waste to the garbage sorting place in the corridor.The racers are not out yet.

The photographer found out the three horror movies that he wanted to watch recently, and projected them on the TV. By the way, he drew the curtains and dimmed the light.The racers are not out yet.

The photographer unpacked the snack potato chips he had just bought, put them in a glass plate, and ate two candies.The racers are not out yet.

The photographer tidied up the cabinets for storing cameras and lenses. In such a humid weather, the original dehumidifier must of course be replaced.The racer still hasn't come out.

……

The photographer took a film machine and found that there were still a few negatives on the counter, so he began to recall the last time he used this machine.

At this time, the racing driver just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He was wearing a photographer's cotton T-shirt and sweatpants, and his chestnut hair was hanging limply on his forehead.

"Click-"

The shutter sound of film cameras and the sound of film movement are louder and crisper than those of digital cameras.

The photographer picked up the camera and snapped a picture.No metering, no adjustments, maybe even no focus because the room was so dark.

"Why is it so dark?" The racer didn't quite get used to the light in front of him the moment he stepped out, only a floor lamp was dimly lit behind the sofa, and the picture on the TV screen was frighteningly bright. Human violence is creepy.

"Watching a horror movie, you need atmosphere." The photographer put the camera on the coffee table, picked up the remote control and switched the screens for the racer to choose, "Which movie do you want to watch?"

The photographer smiles and looks at the racer.

It was obviously an ordinary and harmless smile, but in this atmosphere, the racer felt a little creepy.It's like a wolf grandmother sharpening her knife and saying, come, come, come, don't try to run, let's watch all the horror movies that circle the earth three times.

The racing driver pretended to be calm: "Ms. Xiao, go take a shower first, I will study it first."

"Huh?" The photographer was taken aback, "But I'm used to washing before going to bed!"

At the insistence of the racer, when the photographer came out of the shower, all the lights in the room were turned on again.

The racer himself is sitting on the floor playing with his Space Lego set, a bag of small parts dumped on the floor, and a book of instructions spread out next to it.

Nearly ten o'clock, the two put together the finished product.The two looked at the finished product on the table, and the photographer asked, do your fingers hurt when you play Lego?The racer said that if you don't fight so fast, you won't if you take your time.

The photographer squeezed a piece of potato chips into his mouth and asked again, do you still want to watch a movie?

The racer struggled a bit at the end and said it was a bit late.

As for horror movies, wouldn't the later the better the atmosphere?

In the end, the two sat on the sofa and clicked on "Hereditary Doom".

The racer forced himself to calm down, trying to stare at the screen in a daze, not watching the subtitles or the performances of the characters in it, using a numb behavior to resist all moving things in front of him.

Mechanically stuffing potato chips into the mouth piece by piece, paired with beer, and within 10 minutes of the opening, a can was wiped out.

The rain outside the window kept beating against the glass, fine and dense, and when it was quiet, the sound seemed to be constantly exploding on his scalp.

And the sound of footsteps and soundtrack from the TV stereo made it impossible for him not to listen.

Three and 10 minutes later, the first climax of the movie appeared.

"Hey... don't stick your head out!" The photographer looked at the screen intently, frowning.Accompanied by the accident in the film, the photographer squeezed the beer can in his hand and made a "clicking" sound.He adjusted his sitting posture, retracted his legs on the sofa, leaned cross-legged on one side of the armrest, and his upper body was embedded between the pillows, with a soft and homely appearance.

If you only look at the side of the sofa, the years are really quiet and don’t flow; but when creepy bugs emerge from the TV screen opposite the sofa, the racer unconsciously squeezes the empty can in his hand and wants to run quickly.

"..." Why should I turn to watch TV at this point?The racer is introspective and chooses to continue staring at the people around him.

"So my sister is coming back for revenge?" the photographer guessed.

"Hmm." Who is the younger sister?

"Hey, brother must be blaming himself."

"Right." Who is the brother?

"This aunt has a problem. Why does she have to teach my mother to summon the soul? It's too attentive and unreasonable."

"She has really weird eyes."

The racer wants to go to the bathroom.The photographer only felt that he trotted away and trotted back, just as if he was afraid of missing the plot, and described to him what his mother saw in the attic just now.

"It's full of bugs and dead bodies and cult symbols."

Sometimes the description is more terrifying than the sight. Divergent thinking makes the racer have countless associations with this loft, which is a hundred times more exaggerated and dark than the real picture.

The film has come to the end, and the racing driver, who was almost empty the whole time, accompanied the photographer who watched the film carefully to guess the plot, and he guessed almost exactly at the end.

It's past twelve o'clock.The photographer stretched himself on the sofa and said, "Do you want another one?"

"Are you serious?" The racer's heart, which had just been let go, hung up again.

"I'm just kidding!" the photographer yawned, sleepiness seemed to strike instantly, and with drooping eyelids, he led the racer to the second bedroom upstairs.

"Bake bread tomorrow morning."

"Good night. Teacher Xiao."

"Good night."

The photographer turned off the light in the corridor and went back to the room to wash. After lying down for a few minutes, he found another light coming through the crack of the door.The cameraman just thinks it's a race car driver going in and out to get stuff.So I turned over and fell asleep, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, the lights in the corridor were still on. The photographer thought, did he forget to turn off the lights in front?

The photographer got up and wanted to turn off the light, but found that the door of the second bedroom was also open, and the people in the room were fast asleep.So he tiptoedly closed the door, turned off the lights in the corridor, and went back to the room.

Just laying down, the photographer heard the door next door open and the lights turned on.

"I woke him up?" the photographer thought in a daze.

Hearing the sound of the racing driver going downstairs again, he got up again and followed.

Downstairs in the kitchen.The racer poured a glass of warm water, stood in front of the refrigerator, and was seriously looking at the rich content on it.

There are refrigerator magnets in the shape of landmark buildings from all over the country, and there are also various kitten-shaped ones. Various cropped recipes and photos are pasted on the refrigerator in a messy but layered manner.

There is a Polaroid of the photographer holding a cat, and a Polaroid of the photographer was captured while cooking in the kitchen, and under a pickle recipe, a corner of the photo is... ?

The racer reached out and opened the recipe sheet.

It's a group photo.The photographer is sitting on a sofa in front of a window, with a boy holding a guitar next to him. The two sit very close to each other. The man leans his body, and the hand holding the guitar seems to be leaning on his lap.The photographer is looking at the camera and is opening his mouth, showing rabbit teeth.The boy looked at the photographer and was smiling.The weather outside is just right, there is a blue sky with white clouds, and there is a cat on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" The photographer's dry voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The racer was frightened for a moment, and turned around stiffly, holding a corner of the photo in his hand.

"This is……"

The photographer squinted at what he was holding.

"Don't you know?"

The racer only felt that this person looked familiar, but judging from the photographer in the photo, this photo should have been taken a few years ago.

"He. That's my former rumored boyfriend."

"Don't make such jokes casually." The racer seemed to have guessed the answer.

"Haha, it's not a joke. It's just a scandal." The photographer was completely sleepy, but still said: "I'm sleepy. Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Some problem photographers are happy to share, and some problem photographers will not compromise.

The racer remembers the photographer's reaction the last time the "rumored boyfriend" was mentioned.This time he accidentally discovered this secret, did he put on that protective shell again?

The racer thought, hell!Who cares who he is?He's all in the past.