Full of spring, cold winter.
Down and out, unemployed writers vs left-behind young people in small towns
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But it's actually: a famous female writer and a talented photographer!
After breaking up with Xiang Tan, a frustrated Qiao Angying was fired by the magazine after fishing in troubled waters for several months, and the contract was terminated and she regained her freedom.
In search of depleted inspiration, she took the high-speed train back to her hometown.
It wasn't until the day she met Ling Que again that Qiao Angying knew that he had stayed here after graduation.
The day after arriving in the town, a heavy rain washed away the bluestone road. In the slightly cramped store, the two of them looked at each other for half a second, looked away in tacit understanding and quietly, and left after picking up things in front of the shelves. Nothing happened.
Since she didn't recognize him, Qiao Anying was not in a hurry to reminisce about the past, and the matter was quickly forgotten.
Life returned to silence. A week before leaving, she returned to the only bookstore in the town that she had frequented as a child. As the birthplace of the writer's dream, Qiao Anying lingered there for an afternoon, while also looking for her favorite book - "The Island of the Blue Dolphins"
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According to the borrowing slip provided by the store owner, this book was borrowed by the owner's neighbor's son half a month ago, and the return date is today.
Until the next day, she entered the store again.
She didn't know when the book had been returned. She touched the cover, carefully turned the pages, and looked carefully at the reading notes she had made when she was a child.
Suddenly, a postcard fell out from the last page, and Qiao Anying leaned over to pick it up.
The accompanying picture shows the rising sun. A red sun is trying to break free from the constraints of the horizon, slowly and firmly climbing upwards. The sky is burnt yellow from light to deep, layer by layer.
Whether it is the shooting angle or composition, the technical sophistication can be seen.
There is a line of handwritten words on the back: "It is not like the heat at noon, nor the sorrow at dusk, but the gentleness of the morning glow. - Photo studio under the tree"
Pretending to be a sophisticated literary person with a somewhat old-fashioned name, Qiao Anying twitched the corner of her mouth.
But the signature was consistent with the signature on yesterday's borrowing slip.
The person's name is also attached in the lower right corner of the picture accompanying the postcard: Ling Que Photography
It was like a small blade cutting across quickly and silently.
Qiao Anying was stunned for a moment.
*I can't help but make a short story. Everything here will be changed at any time before the main text is updated.
Concept: paper, pen and camera.
