I turned around——
The small road was sandwiched between two buildings and was not very spacious. There was a car covered with snow parked on the roadside, which made the road even more narrow. The street lights cast a warm yellow light, and the snowflakes fell one by one in the light, which was particularly clear.
He was standing not far behind me, but he seemed to be standing at the end of the snow. The orange light softened his outline, and I heard him calling my name:
"Chen Jili"
He raised the camera to face me, his cheerful tone falling with the snow. All I could think about was his smiling face behind the camera, and I laughed along with him unconsciously.
Later, I often recalled this night, the narrow alleys, snowflakes, lights, cameras and smiling faces, and also recalled what he said when we first met, "leaving only room for imagination".
I think that the space of imagination is never empty space, but his smile on the blank snow.
Intention: Good luck and miracles