Like all patients who learned that he was terminally ill, he also chose to use the most extreme way to reduce the sadness of his beloved, scolding his sister who was in a marital crisis, indifferent to the relationship with his family, and driving away the same-sex lover Sand. summer. He claimed to have no regrets and no guilt because he was dead when they knew the truth, so don't bother with them.
Only, he is willing to tell his grandma who lives alone. Innocence is quiet, he said, because you're not going to live long, so it's okay to tell you. Grandma is very calm, take me with you when you go. The fireplace bakes the simple brick house into warm yellow, and the grandparents who sympathize with each other look at each other silently, only tears flow quietly.
For three months, Luoman recalled the past alone and took pictures of the people he loved most: the lover whom he had brutally humiliated, sleeping naked on the moonlit sofa, blond hair, rosy lips, impeccable white The skin, like Michelangelo's David, Luomen quickly and unforgettable filming, but Sasha porcelain white forehead suddenly flowed out bright red blood, stinging the eyes; Luomen wearing a red shirt walked into the childhood game with his sister Under the camouflage of night, the dark green trees induce a mysterious atmosphere, a touch of red in the green bushes, and the vision is stinged by some kind of touch.
In the end, Luomen came to the beach alone, happily licking the ice cream from the stall like a child, and smiled. Swimming, taking a light sleep, and continuing to photograph the frolicking crowds on the beach. Finally, dusk fell helplessly, all the tourists were gone, and everything was quiet. Only the sound of the waves swaying slowly. Is it the voice that heaven calls to it? He lay flat on the soft sand, his silhouette dissolved in nature in the sunset. That scene is as lonely as the verse "A sand gull in the world".
If photos can really preserve memories and record emotions, even if the protagonist has passed away, what a good thing. However, the people who shared these memories with the protagonist have also disappeared, and no one can remember those stories that only matter to some people, so what is the point of the existence of photos?
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