In his second year as a travel photographer, Lu Yicun received a group of Qingdao wedding photos.
The newlyweds kept laughing in the waves and couldn't stand still. The assistant reminded them to turn around. Lu Yicun was holding the camera, but the lens suddenly turned to the other side.
He pressed the shutter in front of their confused gazes, without explaining, just smiled.
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That night, Yan Lan received a WeChat message from her ex-boyfriend who had been lying dead for a long time. It was a photo of her at the beach, her profile in the sunset.
Yan Lan was surprised: Where are you?
Lu Yicun: You mean now?
Yan Lan replied: When taking pictures.
Lu Yicun: The same dusk.
*Reunion after broken mirror
Concept: Clouds are in the blue sky, water is in the bottle
