overdue lover

Chapter 58 Another Possibility of Life

The hangover didn't feel good, Ji Qinglin closed his eyes and rolled on the bed a few times before suddenly opening his eyes, realizing that something was wrong.

It was too quiet outside.

He washed his face with his still heavy hair, walked out of the bedroom, and the first thing he saw were a few black balls squatting at the door.

"...one, two, three, four." Missing the puppy with the white spots on its ears.

Ji Qinglin's gaze shifted from the door of the guest bedroom to the living room. The living room seemed to have everything, but it was empty.

Walking into the kitchen, there is a conspicuous note on the refrigerator.

"I just listened to the drums and responded to the officials, and went to Malantai to turn around."

The handwriting is magnificent and majestic, vigorous and powerful.

This is the first time Ji Qinglin sees Xie Lanchuan's words, and he can't help but let out an admiration.

Taking off the sticky note, Ji Qinglin put it in his handbook, and then opened the door of the guest bedroom.

The guest bedroom is exactly the same as when Xie Lanchuan came here, light blue sheets, two pillows of the same color, a small desk is spotless, the windows are open, and the warm spring breeze blows in, carrying the smell of sunshine.

Xie Lanchuan left.

Ji Qinglin told himself that he was going to start a life alone again.

The hangover didn't feel good, Ji Qinglin pressed his temples, went back to the kitchen and made himself a glass of honey lemonade.

Turning on the phone, I received a message on WeChat at seven in the morning.

He opened it, and it was Mr. Floys from the neighbor's house.

"Mr. Ji, I heard from Luo Huan that you intend to participate in the IPA. I want to hear your thoughts."

Ji Qinglin's first reaction when he saw the news was surprise, and then he was at a loss.

It is an honor for an unknown person like him to be a neighbor of the IPA judges. Being personally invited by Mr. Floys is something he can't even imagine.

Looking at the time, it was already past nine o'clock, and Ji Qinglin's heart sank.

After two hours, would Mr. Floys think I was ignoring him?Would he think I was playing big cards?Will he laugh at me for getting up late?Various questions circled in Ji Qinglin's mind, and his originally heavy head became even more chaotic.

His fingers stopped and stopped on the phone keyboard, typed a few words and immediately deleted them. After so many hesitations, he didn't type a single word.

But the news needs to be returned quickly, Ji Qinglin quickly turned on the computer, flipped through his own works and the drafts he had written before, and edited a paragraph.

After deleting again and again, he took a deep breath and sent the message.

The reply over there was surprisingly quick.

"The invisible world? This topic is very small and sensitive. It may cause some people's resentment. Why don't you choose an ordinary topic?"

Ji Qinglin could imagine that Mr. Floys, who was triggered by the steamed bun, leaned deeply on the sofa and tilted his head in thought when he saw his news. Some do not agree.

The topic of "The Invisible World" is dangerous, but it is a group of photos that Ji Qinglin most wants to show to the outside world.

Every situation in the world has its own way of living, but some scenes are not well-known.

For example, the moment the coffin was tightly closed, the dim light of the breakfast shop at 03:30 in the morning, the enchanting gesture of smoking in the long and humid alley, the girl holding her stomach at the back door of the black hospital, wandering around with a tense expression.

Each one is life.

Ji Qinglin thought for a while, and found a somewhat useless excuse, "I can't shoot ordinary themes well, so I can only find another way."

Watching the neighbor's name change to "Inputting news..." Ji Qinglin suddenly regretted making such an excuse to reveal his personality.

Would Mr. Floys think he had misjudged the man?Ji Qinglin pursed her lips and clenched her fingers tightly.

A few minutes later, the other party sent a few words: "Your mailbox."

Ji Qinglin was stunned for a moment, and had no time to think about the purpose of Mr. Floys's own mailbox. All he could think about was whether to give him a work mailbox or a private mailbox.

The last option is private email.

Xin He will also check the work mailbox, Ji Qinglin is very selfish and doesn't want Xin He to know about it.

Mr. Floys replied "Yes" and there was no news.

Ji Qinglin wanted to ask Mr. Floys what he wanted the mailbox for, but he was afraid that if he asked, he would appear to be talking too much, so he endured it and gave up.

The new emails in the mailbox are all sales junk emails, Ji Qinglin cleaned up the mailbox with nothing to do, and flipped through the past emails.

The date shows that it was eight years ago, and one of them was clicked, which is a "love letter" written by Ji Qinglin to Gu Yinmo.

Ji Qinglin only glanced at it, blushed slightly, and hurriedly closed it.

That's the proof that he did something stupid - he asked for Gu Yinmo's mailbox from his cousin. He originally just wanted to find useful information from his cousin. Although the mailbox is useless, it is better than nothing. Later, Ji Qinglin found out that Gu Yinmo Mo doesn't seem to use the mailbox very much, so he regards it as a "diary".

One article a day, all about communicating with Gu Yinmo.

For example, one day when we participated in club activities together, Ji Qinglin would carefully write down his feelings and the little joy standing next to Gu Yinmo, and then send them to his mailbox. Although he knew he would not get a reply, Ji Qinglin still had a question A secret pleasure.

Such lucky happiness didn't last long, when Ji Qinglin typed an email and sent it, ready to reward himself with a small cake, he received a reply.

The reply only had two words, "Go downstairs."

The little cake was thrown to the ground by Ji Qinglin's shaking of his hands. It took him a minute to make a decision, and he walked down the stairs with arrogance. The moment he saw Gu Yinmo, he began to cowardly.

He was heartbroken, and was about to say confidently that he had sent the message to the wrong person, but Gu Yinmo took him by the hand and led him to the lakeside of the school without saying a word.

Ji Qinglin forcibly interrupted his own memories, because too good memories will always set off the desolation of the moment.

Feeling a little hungry, he went into the kitchen to make lunch for himself when the doorbell rang.

Another city express.

When Ji Qinglin opened the door, the delivery boy was holding a large bouquet of pink and yellow tulips in his hand.

"Mr. Ji, right?" The delivery guy took out the receipt, "Please sign here."

Ji Qinglin took the bouquet blankly, looked at the words on the greeting card, and at the delivery boy, "May I ask who sent it?"

The delivery guy smiled, "Sorry we can't disclose the buyer's information."

As he spoke, he urged Ji Qinglin to sign.

Ji Qinglin hesitated for a moment, but still signed his name.

Before leaving, the delivery boy turned his head and smiled, "Mr. Ji, if you're not sure who delivered it, you can send it to Moments and ask."

Ji Qinglin nodded with a smile, actually he didn't know who gave it to him.

After closing the door, Ji Qinglin stood in the porch holding the bouquet and looked at it quietly for a while. He really couldn't remember what special day it was today, and he didn't know who would send him flowers.

The greeting card in the center of the flower reads "Have a nice day".

Ji Qinglin had no idea at all with words that had no specific meaning.

He has never bought fresh-cut flowers. In his mind, flowers without roots will always wither. Instead of watching the petals wither, yellow and wither, and the branches and leaves fall and rot, it is better not to possess the beauty of flowers from the beginning.

Without a beginning, there can be no end.

The tulips in this season are in full bloom. The pink is delicate and the yellow is lively. The highly saturated colors bring a pleasing feeling to the eyes. Ji Qinglin holds it in his arms, as if holding the whole spring.

The mood is also inexplicably much better.

He went to the utility room to find a glass vase, rinsed it and put the tulips in it.

The sun shone on the tulips, making the colors more vivid, which relieved the accumulated depression in Ji Qinglin's heart.

He picked up the phone to find a good angle to take a picture, the phone vibrated, and there was a new email in the upper right corner of the mailbox logo.

By coincidence, Ji Qinglin sent the photo he took to Mr. Floys.

"The flowers are beautiful."

In a word, on the surface it is a compliment, but in fact it is full of politeness and alienation.

Ji Qinglin suddenly realized that his behavior had crossed the line, so he quickly apologized and said, "I will reply to the email immediately."

Mr Floys said: "It's ok, it's the season to look at beautiful things, like... admiring tulips."

Ji Qinglin always felt that Mr. Floys was implying something, until Ji Qinglin opened the mailbox and saw the reference works he sent.

"I have seen your works, mostly in cool colors, mainly black, gray and blue. May I take the liberty to ask a question?"

Ji Qinglin's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and he quickly replied: "Excuse me."

Mr. Floys seemed to have edited the question in advance, and sent it immediately after getting Ji Qinglin's answer.

"Why do you always act pessimistic?"

Pessimistic, this is not the first time this word has appeared in the evaluation of works.

When participating in the IPA for the first time, Ji Qinglin handed in a group of works shot in the hospital before.

From an overhead perspective, using visual aberration, the circular staircase of the hospital looks like a huge Mobius ring. A man sitting on the steps and covering his face with his hands is the protagonist of the photo.

And beside him, there was a nurse holding a newborn baby, a man supporting his wife, and a faltering old couple.

Xin He said, this photo can obviously be themed on life, but you chose the saddest person in the whole picture.

It was a coincidence that this photo was taken by Ji Qinglin at the hospital where his mother worked.

Ji Qinglin didn't know what the man with white hair on his temples was thinking, he just felt the man's pain and powerlessness at that moment.

That second of mind-to-heart connection was enough for Ji Qinglin to press the shutter and keep it.

"Maybe it's because of my personality. I can only see pessimism." Ji Qinglin lowered his eyes and looked at the palm of his hand, and shook it hard. He decided to give himself a chance.

"I can change that if Mr. Floys is willing to direct."

During the few minutes of anxiously waiting for the answer, Ji Qinglin thought a lot.

He can't shoot commercials for a lifetime, can't be limited to the cover of impurities, and can't be bound by commercial value. He has to go out and shoot the people and things he likes.

He envied Xie Lanchuan's freedom and ease, and also wanted to be as free as the wind.

If he wants to escape, he can go anywhere.

It takes a lot of courage to change oneself, and Mr. Floys, like the bouquet of flowers that came suddenly, instantly gave him another possibility in his life.

【Speak】

People grow up slowly, Xiao Ji also has brave moments

Good night in advance! ! !