"Brother, look, the evergreen trees have grown more lush in the five years since you left."
In Qi Huai's painting, there is snow all over the sky. Xu Shiluo is holding the camera and looking back at him with a smile, which is purer than snow.
In Xu Shiluo's photo, the light wisps through the branches and leaves of the evergreen trees, the white T-shirt is dyed gold, and Qi Huai is quietly arranging the bouquet, which fascinates him more than the warm sun.
Qi Huai: Brother, don't leave me alone again.
Xu Shiluo: I have no choice but to retreat, only you.
Regret is not as good as the frustrated painter Gong × devotedly loves to screw the photographer
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Mission: Family harmony, cherish the present