A letter from a strange man

Chapter 9

"I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting..."

Jing Ling looked at Zhang Hui's chat page, and the other party suddenly agreed, he was a little dull, his fingers were numb, and he didn't know what to send.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hui sent a sentence first:

"Happy cooperation in the future, elf apprentice."

Elf?Jing Ling's eyes became hot along with her cheeks. How many years has anyone called him by this name?

When Jing Hong was still alive, they lived in a small attic, and his mother always held him in her arms and stroked his hair, and looked at him tenderly: "We Jing Ling is so beautiful, we are so beautiful. Elf."

At that time, he liked his mother to call him "elf" most of the time, because his mother was a little silent and dull most of the time. When he called him "elf", it was probably his warmest memory of his mother, and he would always smile. With a pair of eyebrows and eyes, his mother would pinch his pointy ears.

Jing Ling's ears, the tip of the ear is a little outward, and the arc is smooth, the earlobe is small but full, and the thick black hair is pushed behind the ear. He has inherited his mother's snow-white skin. At first glance, it is really transparent. like an elf.

In fact, good-looking children are very popular, and Jing Ling was also very popular for a while.

That was the beginning of memory. Everyone likes to talk to him, but it is difficult to get a reply from Jing Ling. From outsiders, Jing Ling's eyes are erratic, always looking at unknown places. The expression system seems to be missing, as if he doesn't care whether the other party is Talking to him, gradually, everyone no longer likes to play with Jing Ling.

Little did they know that Jing Ling at that time listened very carefully every time, and every time the children said to him, he tried hard to organize the words to answer each other, but after Jing Ling managed to organize the words, he found that the children had already passed away. go far.

He stood where he was, looked at the back of the other party walking away, and muttered to himself.

He once asked Jing Hong aggrievedly: "Mom, am I not cute at all, everyone doesn't seem to like me."

Jing Hong comforted him gently as always. She is a woman from Jiangnan, and she spoke Wu Nong's soft language. Her soft voice has a comforting effect, "No, our elves are so cute, just like treasures. Only by constantly digging can we find them. You will find his preciousness, and there will always be someone who will see your cuteness and cherish your cuteness."

But where is that person?

He is not cute at all, and has some untimely attachments. He once wanted to give up his hopeless liking, and the endless hope and waiting, but when he really stopped thinking about Zhang Hui, he found the meaning of his world. Most of it collapsed, overdrawing most of his life.

He thought that he would probably never fall in love with anyone else in his life.

Jing Ling covered her eyes and left a narrow gap between her fingertips. Through the narrow gap, she looked at the wall that could be called "things related to Zhang Hui". Going back to the Instagram page, the last photo is of clouds taken through the window of the plane, with the words "goodbye, London." instead of "seeyou."

Jing Ling half-lyed on the sofa, curled up, and slowly rubbed his fingers on the screen, which was his habit for many years.

Every night soaked in ink, the longing would also become very biting. He looked at Zhang Hui's homepage over and over again.

He can clearly remember every photo of Zhang Hui and the text under every photo, every place he has been to and every friend, and he even roughly knows his friends through the comments and likes under the comments. With classmates, it seems that he is also in his life circle.

The photos on the wall, if you look carefully, are all the places Zhang Hui has located on Instagram, the places he has worked for a long time to go.

In order to follow in his footsteps, he was alone in Tokyo at that time, working a lot of part-time jobs, with a wide variety of things.

He once stood on the street in a thick plush cartoon costume to advertise, and the sweat of the 35-six-degree street soaked his clothes.

He even took a lot of X-rated photos. In the studio, his stomach was twitching. Facing the stacked naked men and women, he pressed the shutter calmly. After returning home, he vomited and collapsed.

He needs someone to bear the cost of living, tuition, and the cost of pursuing his dreams.

In fact, he didn't have to work so hard. Before his mother passed away, he gave her a card. When he was dealing with his mother's funeral, he discovered that there was a large deposit, which was an astronomical sum for the poor life of their mother and son.

He had read his mother's suicide note, and she said it was money left to them by her father, but Zhang Hui didn't even know who his father was.

Until one day when he was moving, he sorted out his mother's belongings and found a diary of his mother. To be precise, it should not be a diary, but a thick diary made up of unsent letters one after another.

He didn't sleep all night, sat on the floor and read the entire thick letter, and when he walked out of the letter, his face was full of tears.

It was also the first time he knew about his father, the love of Jing Hong's life, and the story Jing Hong had never told him.

His mother buried her pain so deeply, she never complained to him, nor made him hate that man.

However, a person's hatred, how can others not have it.

"You said that the person you love most is me, but you didn't say that you have your family, you have other people you love.

I believe you loved me, but I'm just one of the many people you love.

And I don't have the one I love the most, the only one I love is you. "

When Jing Hong wrote this sentence, it was the year Jing Ling was born, and Jing Ling should be only two or three months old according to the date.

Jing Ling's father is a dandy who loves art. That year he came to Jiangnan to sketch, and met Jing Hong, who was a young dancer in the misty rain in the water town.

Jing Hong, who is in her early twenties, is stunningly beautiful and talented. She is already the lead dancer in the dance troupe.

The man said that he said that he only had a glimpse, and Jing Hong became an eternal surprise in his heart.

This sentence immediately hit the young and ignorant heart of Jing Hong, who was only 20 years old. She fell in love with the romantic and handsome painter hopelessly. The two free souls attracted each other and quickly fell in love.

Jing Hong recalled that the days were like a dream. She danced for him, and he drew her graceful postures in different postures. Every day was as happy and joyful as in the poem.

But when Jing Hong woke up from her dream, the man who had given her everything in her fantasy love had disappeared, leaving only his painting utensils, a letter and a card.

In the letter, he confessed his family background and described his helplessness. He wanted to return to his city to inherit the family business and give up painting and this lost love. He said he was sorry for Jing Hong.

He didn't know that Jing Hong was pregnant, and Jing Hong never wanted to tell him.

"I can't dance like that anymore, it's probably God's punishment, I did something wrong and let it go, I gave birth to our baby, he's a bit like you, I named him' Ling'."

Jing Ling only lived on the part of the money his mother left him. When his mentor suggested him to continue his studies, he recommended schools in London and Tokyo. He finally chose the school in Tokyo because of his livelihood.

Even if the person he loves is in that other city, life forces him to make some compromises.

But later, with the maturity of his photographic skills and the formation of his personal style, he also got some olive branches. He finally chose to be a freelance photographer. A certain magazine in China had his column, and he opened an Instagram account to get After obtaining the certification, and later certified Weibo, he gradually had an income and was able to independently support his own life.

When Zhang Hui graduated from UCL, Jing Ling went to London.

On the day he first arrived, it was raining coldly in London. He took a camera to take pictures of the smoggy and rainy streets in London, and met Zhang Hui unexpectedly.

He had thought about meeting Zhang Hui by chance, and was looking forward to it, but he never thought that he would meet so soon.

Zhang Hui was wearing a khaki windbreaker and holding a black umbrella, walking in a hurry, his hair was a few inches short, his face was still as good-looking as he remembered from the old days, and his temperament was even more charming.

Jing Ling held up her umbrella and froze in place, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

Jing Ling saw Zhang Hui glance in his direction, probably because there was no one on the rainy day street, and even if there were, they were on their way, plus he had an oriental face, after Zhang Hui glanced at him again, his gaze was no longer lingering, Pass him by.

After an unknown period of time, Jing Ling felt that his hair was wet, and gradually his clothes were wet. The umbrella in his hand tilted at some point, and the cold rain hit him.

Sure enough, Zhang Hui didn't recognize him.

He has appeared in the same picture with Zhang Hui countless times intentionally or unintentionally, but Zhang Hui's eyes never stopped for him.

After Jing Ling flew back to Tokyo that time, she fell seriously ill.

The wind chill he got in London hovered over his body for four years, but it was transferred to other symptoms, which are unspoken things.

He was turning to Zhang Hui's post on Christmas in the year he graduated when he received a WeChat message from Zhang Hui: "Good night, elf."

After he sent Zhang Hui the "Jing Ling" WeChat message, the other party never responded, probably because he was busy with something.

He thought, Zhang Hui shouldn't hate him, he shouldn't find him strange, right?After all, there will be more than half a year or nearly a year in the future. If he hates him, he will be very sad.

Jing Ling’s work is very casual, and his style is very unique, which is somewhat Japanese and cold. For this job, people from the design institute contacted his mentor to ask him to recommend photography, and finally made a book similar to the history of the museum. During the entire process from construction to completion, the instructor showed Jing Ling's works to one of the responsible persons and immediately contacted Jing Ling.

Jing Ling was not very interested in this job at first, because it was considered a very formal and serious job. He was afraid that his style would not be able to handle such a grand project, but when Chen Xunian contacted him, he told him When Zhang Hui was one of the chief designers and persons in charge of this project, Jing Ling agreed without hesitation for too long.

To be able to work with Zhang Hui, he still can't believe it, it can be called a dream.

Thousands of words and ten thousand words, thousands of days of thoughts and feelings, how can they be expressed in a few words.

Jing Ling thought for a long time, and finally she just replied politely: "Good night."

But before it even came and locked the screen, I received a message from Zhang Hui: "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Jing Ling glanced at the time, it was already [-]:[-] in the morning, and he would not fall asleep at this point, he was either busy editing or developing photos, and the time to fall asleep was probably when the first ray of morning light rose.

Jing Ling replied: "Aren't you still asleep?"

After waiting for a while, Zhang Hui sent back a drawing, which is the general bird's-eye view design drawing of the art center.

The design of the chapters is very fine, with both European classical architectural elements and modern fashion elements added. Just looking at the drawings, one can imagine how spectacular and shocking it will be after completion.

"Last modification, modeling will start tomorrow. [applause]"

Jing Ling thought for a while and didn't know what to reply, so he picked up the camera and took a picture of his workbench and the computer that was turned on, proving that he was also working.

Chapter Hui: "Your desktop is Aurora, I like Iceland the most!"

Jing Ling was taken aback. He knew that Zhang Hui’s favorite place was Iceland. When he went there, it was just in time for a snowstorm. He hid in the place where he lived for three days. Every day, he looked at the Instagram of Zhang Hui and his girlfriend at the time. , to study the routes they have traveled.

When he opened the door and chose to go out for a walk, he saw a few tiny streamers of light in the sky. He chased after the flowing mysterious light, and had long forgotten the route he had planned.

When he stopped, in front of his eyes was the magnificent glacier waterfall, and the gorgeous and unpredictable aurora that filled the sky.

He felt that in the parallel time and space, the same beautiful scenery flowed in the eyes of him and his loved one, and at that moment his tears flowed down.

Zhang Hui waited for a long time but did not receive a reply from Jing Ling. He wondered if he had accidentally fallen asleep.

He recalled the only time he had ever seen him when he fell asleep, with his hair sticking to his snow-white cheeks, his lips parted slightly, and his body curled up in the blanket.

It's funny, but it looks a little fragile. It doesn't look like a man in his thirties at all, but like a child who needs to be taken care of.

Zhang Hui used his mobile phone to search for the link of Jing Ling's Weibo sent by Chen Xunian, clicked on his homepage, and was certified as a "freelance photographer" with more than 30 fans.

Zhang Hui didn't expect Jing Ling to have so many fans, because Jing Ling doesn't seem like a person who is very good at managing himself, but after seeing his photos, he immediately understood.

Jing Ling's photos have a strong personal style and feelings in them, and what attracts others is really just pure talent.

Whether it is the most prosperous city, still portraits, or uninhabited scenery, there is a cool temperament, a feeling of alienation as if there are stories hidden in a movie, a kind of non-human fireworks Feel.

But it is very attractive, a bit like Jing Ling, who looks clear and cold, but when he gets closer, he wants to find out.

Mysterious and attractive, he then clicked Follow and became one of his 31 followers.

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