Still, Wait For Me

It's not easy to put away nostalgic emotions in a city like Nice.

The two people talked about their college lives for a while, including how Ye Ying Jing came to Nice. She's been living in the city for months, and these are things that Xu Tiansheng didn't know.

Ye Yingjing's grandmother kept saying it and didn't mention it.

Also, Ye Yingjing still hasn't started a relationship. Of course, this does not prevent her from living a wonderful and fulfilling life. Ye Yingjing is like this. The girl has enough heart to warm and lean on herself, not necessarily who needs to be there.

“Feeling good for Nice?” Ye Ying Jing asked Xu Gardener.

Xu Tinsheng said, "The beach is a hoax, the sea and the sky will make people travel, there's food, and the old street is beautiful. I think it's a good idea to run a city here, and I find that almost every house has flowers on its windowsill, and it's out there. Is that the government's idea? It does appeal to tourists. The residents are also very cooperative. ”

Ye Ying frowned quietly and said with a little anger: "Did you mean it? ”

Xu Tiansheng said, "Hmm? ”

Ye Ying Jing said: “Why the business idea? I believe it's spontaneous, it's habit and the character of the city. The people here love and enjoy their lives, the Nice people are proud, they feel they have the most beautiful city and the best life, they love the city. ”

Xu Tiansheng laughed and didn't speak. He still didn't believe it. Tourist cities, sentiments and personalities, either two or two.

Ye Ying Jing said: “You know what? McDonald's all over the world, its logo 'M’, is uniform yellow, and in Nice, it's white. The Nice people found yellow incompatible with Nice's style and unanimously demanded that it be changed to white or moved away. The government's advice was useless, and McDonald's had to agree. ”

Examples are given.

Defeated by the facts, Xu Tiansheng was a little embarrassed and said, “I was thinking about it. Look at the smell of copper in me. A businessman, you don't even know me now, do you? ”

Ye Ying Jingping said peacefully but seriously: “Actually, I've been following some of your news, and my mother always mentions that you've been very successful, everyone is amazed and happy for you, but sometimes I think, you may have missed a lot of things. Do you have time to go to the library? Or have you ever laid on the lawn on campus? ”

Xu Tiansheng would actually want to argue that what you said was the life I had been through, and ultimately, that was the end of the previous life. In this life, Xu Tiansheng doesn't want to make the same mistake. “There are things I may not have been able to control myself.” He argued.

Ye Ying nodded quietly and said: “Perhaps, in fact, I always felt that a society with multiple value orientations was healthy and intact, and that there should be a variety of ways to define success. Too bad... you don't have this environment right now. ”

After a while, “I'm sorry.” Ye Ying Jing made up a sentence.

Xu Tinsheng shook his head and said, "How come, I should actually thank you, because… you are always reminding me. Thank you.”

The farther away the courtyard student, rarely see Ye Yingjing, always... she is reminding.

……

There's not much time left.

“By the way, are you coming to Nice? One person...” Ye Yingjing didn't think of this until this time.

“Play, travel.” Xu Tiansheng said.

He said in high school that the world was so big that I wanted to see it, so it seemed reasonable. He can't say he's making a run for it.

Ye Ying shook his head quietly and said, "Not like that, no. ”

Xu Tiansheng said, "Why? ”

Ye Ying Jing said: "You don't have a camera. ”

“Is that a reason? ”

“Mm-hmm. Ha, I actually brought one, because I'm only going to be in Nice for a year, so I bring my camera with me every day.” Ye Yingjing did not continue the questioning. He spoke and pulled a Polaroid camera out of his bag.

“Waste your time with Polaroids, huh?” Xu Tiansheng said he knew that Polaroid's photo paper was expensive and could not hold up to regular shooting.

Ye Ying Jing lowered his head and adjusted the camera, saying:

“I carry it all day, but I don't shoot often, so it's okay. Polaroid was used because it was convenient to write down the mood and thoughts on the spot right next to or behind the photo...

There's always something that gives you the choice to take the next picture. And the mood, the thought, the feeling of something, is actually easy to forget and change, and time passes, maybe it's just another mood. I want to write it down. ”

Xu Tiansheng felt that she could not simply classify Ye Ying Jing as a young woman of literature and art. Although she did have such a side, her breasts made her different.

Ye Ying Jing stood up and raised his head and said: "Go, go out. I want to take a picture of you now. ”

Many gardeners who don't like to take pictures don't refuse because she just said that there's always something that gives you the choice to take the next picture. And the mood was rare and easy to change.

Two people found an old wall filled with green vines on the side of the cafe, rooted with fallen leaves and dead branches, while the walls were still crisp.

Xu Tiansheng carried the bag so easily against the wall.

He held his hand up.

Ye Ying Jing said: "Arms open. ”

And she said, "You laugh. ”

Xu Tiansheng laughed, the kind of embarrassing and shy smile he had in high school. At that time, he always laughed like this. Later, he didn't seem to notice.

The sound of the shutter, the paper slowly climbed out of the camera.

Ye Yingjing held it in his hand, gently dumped it, lifted it up, looked into the sun, then pulled out the pen and wrote on the white side of the photo. Finished, didn't show it to Xu Tiansheng.

“Now, you take a picture of me. ”

Ye Yingjing gave the camera to Xu Tiansheng, walked to the wall and stood at will.

Xu Tiansheng pressed the shutter.

He had not had time to take a closer look, and the photograph had returned to Ye Ying Jing's hand, and she said, "I'm afraid of ugliness.” Then she wrote a line in the white space just above the photograph, and she didn't show it to Xu Tiansheng.

The third photo was taken by Ye Yingjing with the help of a French old man who played a metal ball throwing game in a small park across the street.

Xu Tiansheng leaned against the wall and looked at the top of the church far ahead.

Ye Ying Jing stood beside him and looked at his side face from under the slope, smiling.

This photo, Xu Tiansheng didn't even look at it. Ye Yingjing wrote on it and put the photo away.

Two people played two rounds of metal ball throwing in the park with four French seniors.

Finally, time cannot be delayed any longer.

Outside the waiting room, Ye Ying Jing handed Xu Tiansheng a blank folded envelope and said: “This is a gift for you. ”

Then she smiled and waved away, ending yet another hurry.

Xu Tingsheng opened the envelope at tens of thousands of miles on Nice's flight to the high seas, two of the three pictures he had just taken.

The first is Ye Yingjing's photograph of a person who wrote on the white side: This girl liked you.

The second is the one taken by Xu Tiansheng alone, Ye Yingjing wrote behind the photo: When you were in high school, you had a shirt in sea blue. As long as you don't forget who you are.

She left a third photograph, a photograph of the two of them. And the words she wrote in that photograph, the mood at the time... Xu Tiansheng may never know.