The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

The dark night outside the window diffused into the house, and Lu Chenfeng sat at the intersection of light and shadow by the window, tore off the plastic wrap of the printing paper, and rubbed the surface of the paper with his fingertips, the texture was delicate, and his heart was also soft.

Taking out a few black pocketbooks from the briefcase, Lu Chenfeng made them into a picture book.

How long has it been since I heard these four words? In my memory, the last time was the trust and encouragement I got from my father before I opened my studio. "I believe in you", that's what Lin Chaosheng said. Lu Chenfeng unbuttoned his neckline with one hand, put the picture book on the bedside table and prepared to change his pajamas, and then lowered his raised hand.

He stared at the stack of papers, suddenly thought of something, turned around and pulled out of the room to open the door, and stood under the light outside the house to focus his sight. He had passed them many times, but always ignored their existence.

There were a few color-printed landscape photos hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor. Because the photography skills were not outstanding, Lu Chenfeng didn't pay special attention at first.However, at this moment, he carefully browsed through the photos one by one, perhaps because of the package of printing paper, he guessed that these works should be made by Lin Chaosheng.

Lin Chaosheng studied photography?After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong. I sorted it according to the date in the lower right corner of the paper. The earliest one was taken two years ago. There were only a few orange clouds glowing with colorful light in the monotonous sky. Extremely lack of hierarchy.

However, with the passage of time, each picture has improved. The closest picture is the place Lu Chenfeng just visited today, the covered bridge.

Walking from the entrance of the corridor to the other end, after appreciating all of Lin Chaosheng's works by himself, Lu Chenfeng felt that this short few minutes experience was much more comfortable than traveling with a group during the day.Going back to the room to brush his teeth and wash his hands, lying down and staring at the ceiling, after a while, Lu Chenfeng suddenly realized that there were many secrets hidden in Lin Chaosheng.

At such a young age, he chose to guard the mountains and seas to open an inn. He rarely used his mobile phone and almost cut off contact with the outside world. Take a break from the busy life and live the days that are as plain as water.

Lu Chenfeng first thought of himself, but his current stop is only temporary, and he will eventually return to his original life, and will not stop here completely like Lin Chaosheng.

He fell into a dream full of doubts, and for the next three days, Lu Chenfeng was unable to speak a few words to Lin Chaosheng. Jian Yi's family had something to do, and Lin Chaosheng took care of the business at the front desk instead of him.

Lu Chenfeng and the group traveled all over the large and small scenic spots around the Erhai Lake. Every day seemed to be fulfilling. As for what special impression left on him, Lu Chenfeng couldn't answer. The only thing he could clearly feel was that he was looking forward to it all the time. Will Lin Chaosheng wait for him at the door when he gets off the bus in the evening and goes to Jiaxi Inn?

The most fortunate thing in this world is that your expectations are always answered.

"Jane Yi is back." Lin Chaosheng stood beside Lu Chenfeng with a tired face, and walked towards the inn with him, "These three days have passed as long as three centuries."

Lu Chenfeng lowered his eyes to look at Lin Chaosheng, he was really tired and could hardly keep his eyes open: "Boss Lin has worked hard, let's go to bed early tonight."

Lin Chaosheng stretched his waist and asked unintentionally: "Do you think I'm quite delicate?"

Lu Chenfeng waved his hand: "Where is this, you are very capable, not at all."

After the words dissipated, Lu Chenfeng paused slightly, and vaguely made a discovery - Lin Chaosheng seemed to be very concerned about his opinion of him.

This night, after Huang Chenfeng finished drawing two design drafts, he turned to a new page in disappointment, but still had no good inspiration.He looked at the date on his watch, more than half a week had passed, and the time limit for him to return to Beijing was getting closer and closer.

Falling asleep with cumbersome thoughts, waking up in a foggy consciousness, before dawn, Lu Chenfeng had not been able to see the sunrise of the Erhai Lake, at five o'clock in the morning, Lin Chaosheng might have woken up too, so he wrapped his windbreaker and left the room, the front hall Darkness.

Inevitably feeling lost, Lu Chenfeng stood in the yard and quickly smoked a cigarette.Staring at this scorching spark, what appeared before his eyes were two overlapping shadows on the ground one morning. He raised his eyes to look at the rooftop, immediately put out his cigarette butt, turned back and walked back to the inn.

Turning around the corner of the corridor, stepping onto the slow platform of the stairs, the door of the roof at the end of the field of vision was not opened, but Lu Chenfeng kept walking.Step by step, he walked towards the top floor of the third floor. His heartbeat was chaotic. He didn't understand why he was suddenly nervous, or what he was looking forward to.

There was faint light leaking into the door, Lu Chenfeng stood still, raised his hand and pushed the door, his eyes followed the open door to the end of the dawn.

After the rain in Qingming, there is a spring, the mountains and seas are verdant, and the fragrance of flowers is faint. Lin Chaosheng is in it, with a handsome back, finishing the scenery in Lu Chenfeng's eyes.

The heartbeat dropped steadily at this second.

Lin Chaosheng turned his head when he heard the sound, a look of surprise flashed across his face, then he smiled and waved to Lu Chenfeng.Lu Chenfeng came to Lin Chaosheng's side, and saw the Nikon D800 in the other's hand, with a few black camera straps wrapped around his slender wrist, he was the first to start the conversation: "Is Boss Lin a photographer? This camera is not cheap."

Lin Chaosheng looked at him: "Not really, photography can make people feel calm, which is more suitable for me."

Lu Chenfeng didn't flatter or praise, and said truthfully: "You have potential, those photos in the corridor show that the shooting level is steadily improving."

"Although I am not a talented player." Lin Chaosheng replied, "But as long as you work hard, you will never stay where you are."

Lu Chenfeng put his wrist on the fence, and tapped the railing with his lowered fingertips. He had to admit that he admired Lin Chaosheng's temperament very much. He was not restrained by external forces, and he had a mentality like a wild crane, and he could be positive and optimistic in the face of everything. , getting along with him is always relaxed and at ease.

Pieces of tile-roofed houses were piled up on the shore, not long after, the sky was covered with clouds and mist, and the rising sun gradually disappeared, and a light and distant folk song suddenly sounded in Lu Chenfeng's ears.

The melody was very familiar. For a moment, Lu Chenfeng couldn't remember where he had heard it. It was not until Lin Chaosheng sang the words "Yunzhongjun" that he finally reacted. It was the ballad he heard in the early morning of the previous few days.

Lu Chenfeng asked: "What song is this?"

Lin Chaosheng replied: "An ancient Naxi song, is it good?"

Lu Chenfeng nodded: "But I didn't hear the lyrics clearly."

"Let me tell you about two of them. The meaning is very beautiful, and I really like it." Lin Chaosheng stood up straight, holding the railing, and read clearly, "'Looking at the mountains loves the white snow, watching the snow loves the white clouds. Sing the white snow song, As a gift to Yun Zhongjun.'”

The meaning of the word is easy to understand, and Lu Chenfeng can understand it as soon as he hears it, "Yunzhong Jun" means "the person he likes".

Lin Chaosheng added: "It's the words of Lijiang poet Ma Ziyun. He has a special liking for snow mountains. When you leave Dali, if you plan to go on, you can go to climb Jade Dragon Snow Mountain with a group, and you are guaranteed to have unexpected gains. .”

Lu Chenfeng didn't respond for a long time, he paused for a long time, and then asked: "What about the next words? What's the content of the song?"

Lin Chaosheng straightened his gaze, rubbed the edge of the camera with his fingertips, and then remained silent.Time was dragged silently, just when Lu Chenfeng thought he would not speak again, Lin Chaosheng said softly: "There are some things, you only need to remember the best part, that's enough."

When Lu Chenfeng finished his breakfast and returned to his room to read for a while, these words still lingered in his mind, lingering in his ears and could not get rid of them.He didn't understand Lin Chaosheng's meaning, and couldn't figure out why his tone was suddenly a little sad, so he took out the phone in his pocket, unlocked the screen and opened the browser.

It is not easy to search for the full version of Ma Ziyun's poem. Lu Chenfeng clicked on several webpages, and the two sentences that Lin Chaosheng read to him were all marked.The more curious you are, the more you want to know what's behind. The clouds outside the window are low pressure, the sun is hazy, and there is only a square inch of light from the mobile phone screen in the room, reflecting Lu Chenfeng's persistent and hidden thoughts.

Suddenly, his thumb hovered over a line of words, and Lu Chenfeng knew Lin Chaosheng's intention after just reading it once.Indeed, there is no one who does not like stories of mutual love, and it is indeed a pity to have unrequited feelings.

"Mr. Yunzhong, don't take care of me, the singing pierces through the sky and flies away, attracting the bright moon and hanging high trees."