You Made Me, a Photographer, the Best in the World

If he could go back to that dusk, would he take that photo of Ye Siyu again? A chance encounter, a carefully planned layout. He still met the girl who was known as the savior. Photos come from the memories of space, immersing the beauty of that time, and photography is a slice of time, which can turn a moment into eternity. When the countdown to death begins, the truth is revealed through the film behind the camera. This time, he wanted to film his destiny, and when someone asked his name: "I'm just a passing photographer." This is not a story about becoming a hero. He is determined to make a break with himself and edit the picture frame of the rising dawn with everyone's vision. And located at the edge of the composition, the dreamy glare never goes out. (No system, no brain, no routine)