The third railing on the Nathan Road flyover will remember:
Jiang Nan used a tripod to prop up the lie and said that he was an independent photographer. The black card of the family business in his pocket is touching the viewfinder, but he is obsessed with the star in the other person's eyes and falls into his own fictional life.
Counting the hydrangea petals along the way to calculate the heartbeat cycle, until the unsigned bouquet in front of the hospital bed always stopped at the end of the day.
Two liars fall in love in the viewfinder:
One pretends not to know that the other is pretending
A person who pretends not to know that he is forgetting
Those love words spoken to the camera and told to the wind. Maybe we can do it again?
Purpose: President X Photographer