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My name is He Eryue. I have been wandering all my life. I am a poor man who has a home but cannot return.
Since childhood, I have been entangled, oppressed, and humiliated by the invisible fog. In order to avoid the boundless darkness, I can only keep wandering, looking for a place where I can truly stop.
The English Island is the end of my wandering, and it is also his hometown.
On the day when Britain entered winter, in the thick fog, I met the man who could dispel all the shadows of fog in me.
For the first time, his lonely but noble soul was clearly reflected in my irises.
He is a cold and taciturn restorer of ancient books and a night watchman guarding the old times.
I am a free and honest freelance photographer, a wanderer chasing the light.
I asked: "Don't you feel bored looking at these hundreds of years old paper every day?"
He replied: "I'm used to it. They are quiet and don't make any noise."
I laughed: "Does that mean I've disturbed you?"
He was stunned for a moment and said softly: "No, you know a lot better than them."
I thought wandering was the norm in my life.
He originally thought that loneliness was his inevitable fate.
Until we fall in love.
The light shines on the boat, and the fog clears to see people.
He pursues the lingering images in ancient books, which are the happy childhood he never had.
I am afraid of the lingering fog around me, which is my original family that I cannot escape.
It turns out that from beginning to end, we are each other's salvation.
The photographer is the restorer's recorder.
And you are my only way back in this life.
Purpose: I am willing to travel through mountains and rivers to foreign lands and welcome the wings of sincerity and redemption.
