Important... Oh, this is probably because Singto had other purposes besides studying in the laboratory.
"Hey Mr. Perawat, do you want to hide for a while?" Gun helped the senior carry the things he brought over, while poking Krist with his elbow.
"What's there to hide?" Krist smiled lightly, "Senior Singto and I are just a simple senior and junior. I didn't do anything wrong, so what's there to hide?"
"Oh~" Gun nodded, "Although I haven't seen any junior who would block all the contact information of the senior."
Krist replied without changing his face: "That's because there is no need to contact. Don't think too much, Mr. Atthaphan."
While the two were arguing, New approached them at some point. He waved his hand to signal to the two that they don't need to salute, and then he looked at the two of them undisguised. He reached out and patted Gun's shoulder, and said earnestly, "A very nagging senior told me to take good care of you, and told you not to hook up with handsome men and women. It's too troublesome, so you can figure it out."
Gun pursed his lips, and quietly kicked Krist, who was snickering beside him: "Understood senior, thank him for me."
New smiled, before slowly shifting his gaze to Krist. Looking around for a moment, New didn't say much, he just asked: "Move the things over there and put them away, then you can change your clothes and go play in the sea. Don't be nervous, we really want you to come and relax, only some of you can play together Little activities without any training. Programmers also have to bask in the sun~”
The two looked at each other, wondering if they should expose that New's fair skin was not convincing at all, but they just thanked them and left. New squeezed his chin and looked at it for a while, then walked back to the senior group and put his arms around the neck of the person who was lowering his head and trying to adjust the camera: "You don't plan to just stay here, do you?"
"No." Singto's voice was calm without any ups and downs, but somehow New felt that this person's mind was like a deep sea. The surface is calm and the waves will not be disturbed by throwing a stone in, but no one knows what kind of undercurrent is surging beneath him. Singto raised the camera and pressed the shutter in an unknown direction, "Don't worry about me, just let them have fun as I said."
Looking at his friend's appearance, New sighed helplessly after a while, and muttered, "It's because of your wanting and wanting that you get dumped by others."
"I know." Singto looked up and smiled at New, "But I'm not wanting nothing."
So when the seniors assigned the task for the juniors to find a senior to form a team to shoot five commemorative scenic spots, and Krist would be rejected no matter which senior he sought, Krist probably knew Singto's purpose.
Before Krist can find the next person, Singto has already taken the initiative to walk up to Krist. The camera in his hand is the one that Krist is quite familiar with and the same model as Singto. After breaking up with Singto, Krist never touched photography again. Although it was not long, now seeing this SLR that is exactly the same but has been used more clearly, Krist feels a little nostalgic.
Seeing that Krist was silent, Singto smiled and said, "What do you want to shoot, Kit?"
Krist looked around. Originally, the number of seniors and sisters accompanying the team was not many, and most of the surroundings were a senior who led a large group of juniors to set off lively, and they were the only ones in a group of two. This gave Kris a headache. He rubbed his temples, he didn't expect that he could speak to Singto in such an aggressive tone: "I didn't expect you, senior, to be a person who knows how to fake public affairs for personal gain."
Singto was stunned for a moment, then hooked the corner of his mouth. He raised the camera towards Krist: "Let's go, the task still has to be completed, right?" He paused, and Krist could hear a trace of loneliness from Singto's calm tone, "Although I'm not a good lover, But at least a good photographer."
Krist shuddered slightly. He recalled the Singto who made him fall in love at first sight, the Singto who raised the camera at him in the sun and smiled shyly. Even after going through so much, that picture will always be hidden in the deepest part of Krist's memory, and it will never fade. Even if it was slightly stained by the bitterness of love, Krist didn't mind wiping it off bit by bit, because Singto at that moment was really, really bright.
After getting to know Singto, every day I like him more than the day before. But, if Krist could still choose, he would rather stop time at that moment. There are only so many likes, so there will be no expectations and disappointments, no sweetness and pain, no struggles and giving up.
Krist looked at Singto's sad back, and couldn't help but think so.
The knife inserted into Singto's heart was actually the same as the knife inserted into himself.
But I have to say that Singto is not only an excellent photographer, but also first-class in teaching photography. In the past, Krist paid more attention to Singto than taking pictures, so he didn’t actually learn much; but now, in order to divert his attention, he listens more seriously to Singto’s explanations, so he can appreciate the charm of photography better. Not just to preserve the scenery forever, but to record the photographer's way of seeing the world through the lens. No wonder Singto is so obsessed with this matter.
Krist followed Singto's guidance and was looking for an angle to take pictures of this small house, while Singto stood beside him and looked at him with a smile. After Krist pressed the shutter and checked himself, he nodded in satisfaction and handed the camera to Singto with a little pride: "I think this is a good shot!"
"Really?" Singto took the camera and looked carefully. He approached Krist and pointed to an area, "Look at this shadow, I think it would look better if the camera position was lowered."
Singto is such a character, even with selfishness, he is meticulous and serious, and he will never lower his standards just to please others. But what to do, Krist first liked this kind of Singto. He pouted, took the camera back and tried again. After the filming was finished, Krist murmured to herself, "Why do I think the one I took just now is better..."
"It's okay for you to think so." Singto smiled. "Although photography is indeed skillful, it is ultimately for making yourself happy. You press the shutter, and the photos are your own. If you think it's okay If it is, then the photo is perfect, and there is no need to listen to what others say.”
"But there are very few people who can actually do it, completely ignoring other people's ideas." Krist muttered. He fiddled with the camera casually, pretending to ask casually, "Senior, do you know about Brother Arthit and Brother Kongphop?"
"Yeah." Singto nodded, "very much like Mr. Arthit."
"Brother is like that, he does things so terribly, and he doesn't give himself a way out." Krist stood up and smiled at Singto, "Senior Singto, shall we go over there to shoot?"
Singto responded and walked along the coast with Krist, without speaking.
The sea breeze blew across her cheeks, and the rustling sound of the waves hitting the beach echoed in her ears. Krist unexpectedly felt very peaceful in her heart. He looked at Singto sideways, feeling uselessly, he seemed to feel the emotion he had when he first fell in love with Singto.
You don't need to get close, even if you just see his light from a distance, you will be very happy. If someone praises him, you will feel inexplicably proud, and if you do some silly things with him, you will laugh like a child. I also feel fear and anxiety, and I can't help but wonder whether Singto is with him because he sympathizes with him, whether he has never loved him, whether he will take him as long as he has a suitable suitor. get out.
But then he remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to mention it. Several times I wanted to tell this boring gourd my uneasiness, but I couldn't open my mouth several times. As soon as he opened his mouth and got an answer he didn't want, he broke out on his own. He really didn't know what Singto was thinking - but did Singto know what he was thinking
He was silent for a while before speaking again: "Senior Singto."
"What's the matter?" Singto tilted his head, his voice was as soft as the warm spring breeze.
"You…" Krist paused. He looked straight into Singto's eyes, but what he asked seemed to have nothing to do with what he really wanted to ask, "If there are no restrictions, what would the senior want to photograph most?"
As if he didn't expect Krist to ask this suddenly, Singto was stunned again. He bowed his head and thought for a while: "Maybe I went to Japan to take pictures of red maple leaves, Arashiyama and other places. If possible, I want the person I like to be the subject of this photo, because I am not very