Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Wen Can took a few pictures and returned the camera to her: "Have you gained much recently? Has your camera skills improved?"

"Can't you just look at it yourself?"

Ye Kong said.

Wen Can paused, she looked at his movements, and raised her eyebrows inexplicably: "Why? Are you afraid of seeing my privacy? Do you think I would secretly take pictures of handsome guys behind your back?"

"It doesn't matter if they take the photos. Everyone loves beauty."

"Really?" Ye Kong said in disbelief, "Then I'll send you my album of handsome men?"

"..."

The street lamp was shining from afar, and even in such dim light, one could still make out the stunned expression on the man's face, "You really took this photo?"

Ye Kong chuckled: "You look a bit like a gloomy young master."

She pushed the camera back to Wen Can: "See, no, there is no other handsome man in the world who can catch my eye except you."

“…I don’t want to hear this either.”

Wen Can said calmly: "I'm not jealous either."

"I know it well."

Wen Can: ...

The girl really ignored him and turned around and sat on the high stool beside the stone railing.

The cool night wind blew her long hair, making her moon-white profile appear vaguely visible.

Wen Can walked over with a camera, sat next to her, and started looking at the photos in the camera.

Turning over the pictures one by one, day and night, morning and dusk, the time is irregular and the content is also irregular.

Sometimes it was the invisible sky and clouds, sometimes it was the reflection of a fallen leaf on the roadside, and sometimes there was a sudden close-up of her finger - yes, the middle finger.

Wen Can: ...

I feel like I'm being scolded.

So he turned around and looked at Ye Kong.

Ye Kong glanced at the side and defended himself: "I'm not such a vulgar person."

Wen Can just looked at her.

Ye Kong had no choice but to explain: "Textures."

"What pattern?"

"Didn't you notice that the lines on my knuckles are a little crooked? It's like a heavy rain in the desert, and the sand has turned into a map drawn by many tributaries."

"..." Wen Can looked left and right but couldn't figure it out, "It's too abstract."

"It's your imagination that's failing."

"Not as good as you artists." Wen Can said, but he could see that the lines were crooked. He even pulled Ye Kong's hand over to watch the live-action version. After confirming that it was indeed crooked, he asked, "Why is only the right index finger crooked?"

"I was hit with a stick when I was a kid. It only hurt for a few days, but I only realized it was crooked when I grew up."

"..." Wen Can was about to let go of her hand and continue looking at the camera, but upon hearing that, he subconsciously tightened his hand, then lowered his head, and stared at the finger silently for a long time.

Ye Kong noticed his silence, turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing? I don't feel anything at all..."

Before she finished her words, she saw the man lower his head and gently kiss the back of her finger with the crooked lines.

The slight warmth, the dry lips, and the breath brushing across the fingers all penetrated into Ye Kong's brain along with the touch.

It felt like a small electric fish fry, running along her fingers, tingling along the blood vessels and into her heart, but when she was about to catch it, it mischievously disappeared.

She stood there, staring calmly at the back of the man's soft black hair. After a moment, she suddenly said, "I'm not insulting you, but it really feels weird to be kissed on the middle finger."

Wen Can: ...

Resist the urge to shake her hand away.

The man stood up and said speechlessly, "Sometimes you are very talkative, and sometimes you are completely allergic to romance."

"You know a lot about Internet jargon."

"Because I am a hard-working coder, and we always need to keep up with the times in our field."

……

Then there was silence.

But he still didn't let go of her hand.

On the deserted rooftop of the coffee shop, they looked out at the night that was growing darker and darker in the distance. There was a vague distance between their shoulders, but their hands gradually intertwined in the shadows until their fingers were tightly clasped.

"How long are you going to stay in a daze?"

"I still want to ask you."

"Is there anything you'd like to do?"

"kiss."

"…Nothing else except kissing?"

"You won't let me do anything else."

"Cough cough——" Wen Can was almost choked to death by a breath of air.

He refused to think about what else Ye Kong wanted to do, so he lowered his head and continued to look at the forgotten camera.

It turned out that Ye Kong did not take any pictures of handsome guys - there were no humans in her camera at all, at most a few stray cats and silly swans on the lake.

"The contents are very special and interesting..." Wen Can said this, and added, "It looks familiar."

"What looks familiar?"

"Composition?" Wen Can seemed unable to grasp this feeling accurately. "And this style of God's perspective - it doesn't feel like humans are photographing their living environment, but rather like an observer sent by God observing the world."

"It's not as mysterious as you say."

Ye Kong's eyes moved, and he thought to himself that this was bad.

Fortunately, Wen Can quickly found the only human being she had photographed.

——She took that photo when they set up the tent on the rooftop last time.

At that time, the lighting was like an orange sunset rising in the night, right at Wen Can's feet, roughly rendering his outline.

The man was squatting on the ground, tying the straps of the tent.

That look was too serious to be too rigid, and too casual to be too frivolous. It was a quiet state somewhere in between, yet inexplicably fascinating.

The camera focuses on his profile, his lips, his nose reflecting the light and his eyes, while everything else is blurred - making the person who sees the photo feel as if they can touch his bones and thoughts through the lens, or perhaps this is the desire left by the person holding the camera at the moment of taking the photo.

Because of his silence, Ye Kong came over to take another look.

"How about it?"

Her voice rang in Wen Can's ears, chattering: "Is it very different from the others? Does it look very emotional?"

Of course it is different - if the previous photo looks like an observer outside the world observing the world without emotion, then this photo shows the observer being pulled into the human world without any warning.

“I was surprised even myself.”

Ye Kong was talking again.

There was a faint smile in her youthful voice, which seemed to linger in his ears casually: "Tell me, does this mean that I really care about you?"

“…Maybe it’s just that you’re the one photographing people like this.”

"Then do you want me to try taking pictures of others?" Ye Kong tilted his head, a little distressed, "But I don't think there is anyone I want to take pictures of - before this, I hated cameras and didn't like lenses."

"why?"

Did she know about the existence of that camera?

Wen Can thought.

But Ye Kong's answer was unexpected.

"Because taking photos is meaningless to me." Ye Kong said calmly, "I also took photos in an orphanage when I was a child - but every time I look back at those photos, it only makes me more deeply aware of the difference between myself and others."

"Isn't the purpose of taking photos to record? To record feelings, memories, emotions and moods at the time - but when I look at my own photos, I have the illusion that there is nothing there."

Ye Kong looked at the night sky and said calmly, "At the worst time, I suspected that I was a ghost and asked others every day if they had seen me."

She glanced at Wen Can from the corner of her eyes, then suddenly turned to face him and said without warning: "Let's play a game."

"… jumping like that?"

Wen Can asked, "What game?"

"Go."

Ye Kong blinked his eyes, and Wen Can felt as if stars rose from her pupils in an instant.

He saw the girl gave him a sly smile: "Let's play Go. Every time you capture a piece, you can ask the other party a question - how about it?"

Wen Can, who already knew her chess skills from many people: …

I know she is a bully, but what can I do?

"Okay." He sighed, "Okay."