[Lenglie fishing photography genius attack × natural straight ball botanist]
——"You destroyed my composition principles." "But your lens is clearly chasing me."
"The concentration of the stop solution is 97%?" She licked the solution from her fingertips. "The other 3%... Is for you to lose control."
The twin pothos plants deep in the biology cabinet have their names engraved on their twining roots.
There are no living things in Song Wuzhi's lens.
Withered butterflies, cracked porcelain, and crumbling cobwebs before heavy rain—this is the "aesthetics of death" she inherited from her father, a war correspondent.
Until Ye Xian Qingmang bumped into the mirror:
The weird man kneeling in the mud and wrapping a broken branch with film, his skirt stained with grass seeds and dew, was like a vivid noise breaking into the black and white world.
"Sending you a spring that will never disappear."
When Ye Xianqing put the clover in the glass jar into her hand,
Song Wuzhi didn't tell her:
All the discarded negatives showed a blurry green shadow emanating from the man's clothes.
The darkroom begins to breed secrets:
She taught her to develop the breathing of plants, but developed her own uncontrolled heartbeat on the film;
She revealed that her fascination with dead objects was to hide her fear, and secretly replaced the withered negatives with specimens of new leaves.
And a plant illustrated book from 1987 was suddenly exposed——
On the yellowed title page, the two girls embracing each other look strikingly similar to them.
"Get close to her just to get a spot in the photo contest!"
When the rumors came with the torrential rain, Ye Xianqing smashed open the door of the darkroom,
Throw the hidden group photo of Song Wuzhi into the developer:
"You can obviously see that I love you!"
What sizzled in the darkness was their intertwined hands,
Or is it the gay tragedy that has gradually emerged from the developing plate and has not been exposed for two generations?
Note: The author is still a junior high school student and is a novice in writing. This is my first time writing an article. Can you point out any bad points? You are scolding me for tonic. If you don't like it, don't complain! Don't spray if you don't like it! Don't spray if you don't like it!
Concept: Specimens are a romance of compromise, and we want them to grow alive