Do you remember the people you met when you were 20? When you think of him, do you smile with joy, hate him to the bone, or never forget him?
I turned around and asked the man next to me who was adjusting the lens. Zhang Zitan stood in front of the tripod and glanced at me sideways and said, wasn't it you that I met when I was 20 years old? Would you like me to help you recall the heinous crimes you did to me one by one?
I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I thought of what happened in the past, but I couldn't help but retort, "You didn't mess with me first, you were so cute!"
Zhang Zitan suddenly strode over and hugged me, pulled the zipper of my down jacket to the top, almost pinching my chin, and then shouted at me, "Yes, that's it!"
I was startled by his momentum. I forgot to fight back for a moment and just stared at him blankly. Zhang Zitan showed his signature frown and smile again, like a mentally retarded person. Then he sent me into his arms again and asked me softly, silly girl, if I was cold.
I was pressed on my chest by him, and I felt uncomfortable. I struggled to say, "I'm not cold, but I'm almost suffocated."
I felt his chest tremble, and then he let me go and said, "You deserve it. Who told you to stay up in the middle of the night and insist on coming out to shoot? You're sick!"
You are sick! If you are asked to come out, come out! You are sick!
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In the distance are quiet huts, snow-capped mountains, reindeer traveling through the forest, and frozen waterfalls that make time seem to have stopped. And the most beautiful thing of the year, the misty Lapland aurora shining in the sky.