[Bottle Evil] 2015 is the right time to get married

When I returned to the shop from the airport, I sent a text message to Poker Fever, asking him to reply after he got off the plane, but before his phone was turned off, Poker Fever replied to me saying that he had just boarded the plane and hadn’t taken off yet, and I told him again A few words, I even told him to turn off the phone by pressing and holding the lock screen button, and I said a few words, and I didn't stop my old father's kind instructions until before takeoff.

I was too lazy to cook like a few days ago when Boyouping was not here, so I ordered takeaway with Wang Meng and dealt with it casually. In the afternoon, Wang Meng was going to the warehouse below to order goods. I was alone in the shop, and suddenly felt that Boyouping Without being around, Wu Shanju is indeed quite deserted.

In the ten years since he left us, I always thought that I had long since gotten used to the fact that Poker Bottle doesn’t exist in the world, but now that he’s only been back for half a month, I’m already used to him sitting in a daze in the shop without saying a word .

I had nothing to do, so I turned on the computer and checked the air ticket. Regardless of the fact that Poker-Face could not receive the news, I left a message saying that I had already booked a return ticket for him, and I only gave him seven days to arrange things for the Zhang family. return.

Fortunately, except for the rare free time that afternoon, I was so busy in the next few days that I didn't have time to think about the absence of Boyoufeng.First, he made two trips for his ID card and settlement, and then asked my father and second uncle to draw up the specific arrangements for the wedding. Before we went to Zhang's house, we finished the wine in Hangzhou and waited for Zhang's family. After the ceremony, you can go directly to Yucun with Boyouping. If this is the case, you will have to send out the invitations for the wedding banquet in Hangzhou in mid-October.

Counting, there is only more than a month left, from the dress to the drinks, from the menu to the venue layout, the cumbersomeness of getting married is even more complicated than my Shahai plan, I have been spinning for three or four days Only then will the hotel and wedding company be booked.Poker-Face reckoned that he was busy enough on his own side, and I decided everything unilaterally. Although I thought I didn't choose phobia, and most of the decisions were decisive, there was one thing that really made me I find it more difficult.

Lao Gao contacted me and said that he had helped me preliminarily screen the photos. Except for the bad ones and the flawed ones, there were two or three hundred photos left. Specifically, which ones should be refined and put in the album, and which ones should be enlarged for mounting. All need to be determined by myself.

I downloaded the 10G compressed folder sent by Lao Gao from my mailbox, flipped through the photos I took a few days ago, and saw every outfit and every scene we took. I think it should be enlarged Hang it up, and in the end, I wasn’t picking photos anymore, I was purely admiring artistic photos, some of the actions were taken like love, and I felt a little blushing and heart beating even though I knew it was fake. Whenever his eyes fell on me, I felt that he could act in an idol drama. It's a pity that his acting skills were wasted.Not to mention those few intentionally intimate ones, as if they were about to kiss in the next second, they looked like pink bubbles popping through the screen.

The ancient costumes are relatively more reserved, but it also reveals a feeling of respect between us as guests. I especially like the Tang suit with the black and dark dragon pattern on the poker bottle. One of them shows him sitting on a chair, vainly Holding my left hand, I held a fan and looked down at him. The whole didn't seem too intimate, but also had a sense of tacit understanding.

I later chose a few more commemorative places, even though he might not know the stories behind them, such as the unremarkable section of Gushan Road by the West Lake, when I came back here alone ten years ago It was raining lightly, and it was on this stretch of the road that I realized that after he was gone, there was nothing left in my life...

Another example is the group of photos taken on the top of Baoshi Mountain. The mountains behind us are close to Geling to the west. I will never tell Poker Bottle that there is an abandoned substation somewhere in the mountains and forests in the background of the photos, which bears my deepest pain. and warmest thoughts.And now, when he took these photos with me, just like I woke up from the illusion countless times in the past, the sunset is magnificent and the sun is gentle. When I stand side by side with him, when I look at this mountain again, I no longer associate I don't feel bloody, but I think of the stranger's eyes falling on us with blessings...

Another example is watching the way we hold hands in front of the Sansheng Stone on Feilai Peak. I can't help but think of the first work I submitted under the pseudonym Sekine many years ago. It was also my famous work. "A Mountain". Back then, I photographed the thousand-mile snow peaks in the northern country. Now, when I stand in Hangzhou and look around, I can see green mountains and green waters in my eyes. I know that the snow on that mountain is finally here. This summer melts away...

There is also the outdoor scene of the third uncle downstairs, looking back in front of the old courtyard wall of the old community, the first encounter 12 years ago reappeared, and the atmosphere of a literary film was vividly shot...

I don't know how to choose these photos, and I wasted several nights without completing the task that Lao Gao assigned me. Once these photos carry the echo of memory, which one can be easily deleted?

I converted these photos into a format that took up less memory, and imported one into my phone without landing. Then I remembered that there was a group of photos in my phone’s photo album wearing a cheongsam, which I took at Lao Gao’s last time. After finishing the transfer, I was too busy the next few days, so I didn't even have time to read it carefully.

After I finished flipping through it a few times, I sorted out forty or fifty single-person photos for Lao Gao, and told him that I had to ask my brother for his opinion on the group photos, and make these into two photo albums first, so that I have been collecting and reading for a long time.

Lao Gao was amused when he saw it, and joked with me that no matter how good-looking Xiao Zhang is, he will be your bedside person in the future, do you need to look at his photo as a souvenir?

It’s okay if Lao Gao doesn’t talk about it, but when I talk about it, I feel very sad. I’m going to marry Poker Ping, and I have done a hundred things that seem to have a sense of ritual, and I keep emphasizing that this person is actually me in law. Yes, but I don’t know why, the more things I do, the more empty I feel. I understand in my heart that in the final analysis, it is because this is a vain marriage. It is useless for the audience to take our performance for granted. Only we two understand the twist Confined by entangled interests, I know very clearly what is fake.

Once I had this level of thought, I finally opened the photo album on my mobile phone when I was free, and when I looked at those group photos over and over again, I deepened the sense of powerlessness over and over again. So many photos, so many stories behind them, my Emotions are all heavy on the back, so what?These will always be my own memories, and I want to put them all in the wedding album, blow them all up for all to see, but, in doing so, they're just a fake backdrop for a fake ceremony.

I stared at the picture of us about to kiss for a long time. This is the third time I have looked at it in such detail. The first two times I only felt reluctance, but after thinking about it carefully, my chest was full of resistance and boredom up.

In the photo, the more intimate I am with Poker Finger, the more ironic I am. I have a kind of anger of being cheated. The intimacy of Poker Face is fake and fake. I know better than anyone else when this photo was taken. His whole body stiffened!

In fact, it is not appropriate to call it a deception. I knew from the beginning to the end that everything was fake, and Poker Bottle was not a fraudulent marriage. He just told me that it was a scam, and then asked me if I would like to Willing to cooperate with his scam and marry him, and what did I do then?

Knowing that everything was false, I told him willingly that I was willing.