In the center of the hall is a huge black and white photo. The boy in the photo is very young, even a little childish. The boy's eyes are very bright, shining straight through the asparagus and extending to an unknown distance.
Wenzhu looked at those eyes from a distance, as if he saw a faint smile in them. The boy was smiling at him. The photo seemed to have been injected with life, and every part revealed innocence and reluctance to this world. Yes! How could he be willing to leave alone at such an age that was as beautiful as a budding flower.