The dark night outside the window entered the room. Lu Chenfeng sat at the junction of light and shadow by the window, tore off the plastic seal of the printing paper, and rubbed the surface of the paper with his fingertips.
Taking out a few black bill folders in the briefcase, Lu Chenfeng made it into a picture book.
It's been a long time since I heard these four words. In my memory, the last time I got the trust and encouragement from my father before opening the studio. "I believe in you," Lin Chaosheng really said, Lu Chenfeng unbuttoned his neckline with one hand, put the picture book on the bedside table to change his pajamas, his raised hand dropped again.
He stared at the stack of papers, suddenly thought of something, turned and pulled/exited the room and opened the door, standing under the light outside the room to focus his eyes, he had passed by them many times, but always ignored their existence.
There were several color-printed landscape photos hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor. Since his photography skills were not outstanding, Lu Chenfeng didn't pay much attention at first. However, at this moment, the photos were carefully browsed, perhaps because of the package of printing paper, he guessed that these works should be from the hands of Lin Chaosheng.
Is Lin Chaosheng studying photography? After thinking about it, I felt it was wrong. According to the date in the lower right corner of the paper, the earliest one was taken two years ago. There were only a few orange flowing clouds glowing in the monotonous sky. Not only was the composition stiff, but also a little exposed. Very lack of hierarchy.
But with the passage of time, each picture has improved. The most recent one is the place where Lu Chenfeng just visited today, the covered bridge.
Walking from the entrance of the corridor to the other end, after enjoying all of Lin Chaosheng's works alone, Lu Chenfeng felt that this short-lived experience of a few minutes was far more comfortable than traveling with a group during the day. After returning to the room to brush his teeth and wash up, he looked straight at the ceiling while lying down, and let it go for a while. Lu Chenfeng suddenly realized that Lin Chaosheng was hiding a lot of secrets.
At such a young age, he chose to open an inn by guarding the mountains and seas. He rarely used his mobile phone and almost cut off contact with the outside world. However, Lu Chenfeng clearly remembered that Lin Chaosheng said that he was very busy with his previous work. Did something happen during this period that forced him to leave the Get out of the busy life and go to the days that are now plain as water.
Lu Chenfeng first thought of himself, but his current stop is only temporary, and eventually he has to return to his original life, and he will not stop here completely like Lin Chaosheng.
With full of doubts, he fell into a dream. For the next three days, Lu Chenfeng failed to speak to Lin Chaosheng. There was something wrong with Jian Yi's family, and Lin Chaosheng took care of the business at the front desk instead of him.
Lu Chenfeng traveled around the Erhai Lake with the group. Every day seemed to be fulfilling. As for what special impression he left on him, Lu Chenfeng couldn't answer. The only thing that he could clearly feel that he was looking forward to all the time was every In the evening, when I got off the bus and walked to Jiaxi Inn, would Lin Chaosheng wait for him at the door
The most fortunate thing in this world is that your expectations are always answered.
"Jian Yi is back." Lin Chaosheng stood beside Lu Chenfeng with a tired face, and walked in the direction of the inn with him, "These three days have been as long as three centuries."
Lu Chenfeng lowered his eyes to look at Lin Chaosheng. He was really tired, and his eyes could barely open: "Boss Lin has worked hard, let's rest early tonight."
Lin Chaosheng stretched his waist and asked unintentionally, "Do you think I'm squeamish?"
Lu Chenfeng waved his hand: "Where is this, you are very capable, not at all."
The voice dissipated, Lu Chenfeng paused slightly, and there was a vague discovery - Lin Chaosheng seemed to be very concerned about his opinion of him.
That night, after Lu Chenfeng finished drawing two design drafts, he turned to a new page in disappointment, but he still didn't have much inspiration. He glanced at the date on his watch, more than half a week had passed, and the time limit for his return to Beijing was getting closer and closer.
Falling asleep in troubled thoughts, waking up in a hazy consciousness. total darkness.
Inevitably, feeling all the loss, Lu Chenfeng stood in the yard and quickly took a cigarette. Staring at this blazing spark, what appeared in front of his eyes were two shadows overlapping on the ground one morning. He raised his eyes to look at the rooftop, put out his cigarette butt, turned back and walked back to the inn.
Turning around the corner of the corridor and stepping onto the jogging platform of the stairs, the door to the rooftop at the end of the field of vision did not open, but Lu Chenfeng kept walking. Step by step toward the top floor of the third floor, his heartbeat was chaotic. He didn't understand why he was suddenly nervous, or what he was looking forward to.
A faint light leaked into the door, Lu Chenfeng stood still, raised his hand to push the door, and his eyes followed the opening of the door to the end of the dawn.
After the Qingming rain, there is a spring, the mountains and seas are green, and the fragrance of flowers is faint. Lin Chaosheng is in it, and his back is beautiful, adding the finishing touch to the landscape in Lu Chenfeng's eyes.
The heartbeat dropped steadily in this second.
Lin Chaosheng turned his head upon hearing the sound, a trace of surprise crossed his face, and then smiled and waved at Lu Chenfeng. Lu Chenfeng came to Lin Chaosheng's side and saw the Nikon D800 in the other's hand. His thin wrist was wrapped around a black camera strap. He was the first to ask, "Is Boss Lin a photography enthusiast? This camera is not cheap."
Lin Chaosheng looked at him: "It doesn't matter, photography can make people calm, and it is more suitable for me."
Lu Chenfeng didn't brag and said truthfully, "You have great potential. The photos in the corridor show that the level of shooting is steadily improving."
"Although I'm not a talented player." Lin Chaosheng replied, "But as long as I work hard, I won't stay where I am."
Lu Chenfeng put his wrist on the fence, and lightly tapped the railing with his drooping fingertips. He had to admit that he admired Lin Chaosheng's temperament very much. He was not restrained by external forces, and had a state of mind like a free cloud and a wild crane. He could be positive and optimistic in the face of anything. , it was always easy to get along with him.
Pieces of tile-roofed houses were piled up on the shore. After a short while, the sky was floating with several hazes, the rising sun was gradually buried, and a light and distant folk song suddenly sounded in Lu Chenfeng's ears.
The melody was very familiar. Lu Chenfeng couldn't remember where he heard it for a while. It was not until Lin Chaosheng sang the words "Yunzhongjun" that he finally responded. It was the song he heard in the early morning a few days ago.
Lu Chenfeng asked, "What song is this?"
Lin Chaosheng replied, "Naxi ancient songs, are they good?"
Lu Chenfeng nodded: "But I didn't hear the lyrics clearly."
"Tell me about two of them. The meaning is very beautiful. I like it very much." Lin Chaosheng stood up straight, holding the railing, and read the words clearly, "'Looking at the mountains loves the white snow, watching the snow loves the white clouds. To each other, Yunzhongjun.'"
The meaning of the word is easy to understand, and Lu Chenfeng understands it as soon as he hears it. "Yunzhongjun" means "the person you like".
Lin Chaosheng added: "It's the words of Lijiang poet Ma Ziyun. He has a special liking for snow-capped mountains. When you leave Dali, if you plan to move forward, you can go with the group to climb Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, which is guaranteed to yield unexpected results. ."
Lu Chenfeng didn't answer for a long time, and after a long pause, he continued to ask, "What about the next words? What's the content of the singing?"
Lin Chaosheng straightened his gaze, rubbed the edge of the camera with his fingertips, and was speechless. Time was silently dragged out, and just when Lu Chenfeng thought he would not speak again, Lin Chaosheng said softly, "There are some things, just remember the best part, that's enough."
When Lu Chenfeng finished his breakfast and went back to his room to read a book for a while, these words still lingered in his mind and lingered in his ears. He didn't understand what Lin Chaosheng meant, and couldn't figure out why his tone suddenly became a little sad, so he took out the phone in his pocket, unlocked the screen and opened the browser.
The full version of Ma Ziyun's poem is not easy to find. Lu Chenfeng clicked into a few webpages, and the two sentences that Lin Chaosheng read to him were marked. The more curious I became, the more I wanted to know what was going on behind. The clouds outside the window were low, the sun was hazy, and there was only a square inch of light from the phone screen in the house, reflecting Lu Chenfeng's persistent and obscure thoughts.
Suddenly, his thumb hovered over a line of words, and Lu Chenfeng knew what Lin Chaosheng meant by reading it once. Indeed, no one does not like the story of two lovers, and it is really regrettable that the feelings that are not answered.
"Yunzhongjun, don't care about me, the singing will fly away from the sky, attracting the bright moon to hang on a tall tree."