# × Hutong Female Photographer, Photographer's Career × Cold and Noble Young Master | Slow Enthusiasm for Literature and Art | Going in both directions | Hutong×Beijing Circle |
The prince of Beijing Circle has been waiting for her for ten years: It's okay if you are slow to reply, I'll wait
He is the least talkative person I have ever met.
The avatar in the circle of friends should be pure black, and a photo should be posted every day with a caption of no more than three words. I was slow to reply to the message, but he didn't push me and sent it as usual the next day.
One day I asked him: "What are you waiting for?"
He said: "Waiting for your return."
Later I found out who he was - the only son of the Shen family, who was famously aloof in Beijing circles.
But there was just such a person who sent me photos every day, rain or shine, for three years.
On the first snow day in Beijing, he took me to Beihai.
He put a scarf around my neck: "From now on, we will come every time it snows."
Later he took me to the ruins.
There used to be a crabapple tree there, which he climbed up to pick fruits when he was a child. He took out a yellowed photo from his pocket: an old yard, a crabapple tree, and a grandma holding a child.
"It was later demolished and nothing was left."
At that moment I suddenly understood why he could understand my photos.
In the wheat fields of Arles, he said: "Let's get married."
The wind blew over and I cried.
He said: "Cry, I am here."
This year marks our twenty-fifth year of marriage.
It snowed again in Beijing. He held my hand and walked in the snow of Beihai.
Halfway through, he suddenly said: "I'll come back in the next life."
Fifty years.
He spent his whole life waiting for my reply.
I spent my whole life telling him: Got it.
