Shadow Bride

There is only one photo inside.

A woman, crushed by a heavy truck under the tires, dragged deep and red blood to the outside of the screen.

The woman's body is **** and bloody. Just looking at the horrible state of the photo, she knows that she must not be saved. Her beautiful eyes are looking at a certain point out of the lens with unwillingness and longing, against the shocking bloodstain under her body. , It's heartbreaking. Lu Shifeng was shocked by the photo. He remembered that his sister two years ago was also taken such a dying photo. The photo recorded the deepest despair and pain of mankind. As for the woman in the photo before her, the sadness in her eyes is even deeper than that of his sister.

He just glanced and couldn't bear to look again, turned his head, and asked Su Xingyu with his eyes.

Su Xingyu took a deep breath and said with some difficulty: "This is my mother, my biological mother, Mu Yun. She had a car accident when I was five years old, and I watched her get caught in the tires of that big truck. Down, dragged a long way, just..."

Her voice choked, and she pressed her finger against the corner of her eye.

"What is this picture?" Lu Shifeng asked.

"I took it." Su Xingyu was quiet, and then continued in a low voice, "I didn't want to show it to you, because mom is my closest person in this world... Even if she died." She didn't want to take this paragraph. The **** past was displayed in front of people who weren't close together, making a man who had hurt her deeply commented. However, today, when he came forward to protect her who was being insulted, she suddenly felt that maybe they should try to communicate again. He... is not useless.

She stroked the old photo with her pale and slender fingers. The yellowed corners were slightly curled, and they were flattened out by her careful soothing: "After the car stopped, I rushed over, crying and begging. She didn't want to die, she looked at me weakly, moved her fingers to touch me, but she couldn't make any effort at all. I grabbed her hand and kept calling mommy...

"It's probably a return to the light, she actually made a little noise. She told me that there was a mobile phone in her pocket and asked me to take pictures of her then. She said that she loves me and there are too many things to say to me. Now, let me look at the photos when I miss her in the future. Those words that are too late to say are included in the photos."

Su Xingyu's low voice echoed in the quiet air.

Lu Shifeng frowned slightly, and he couldn't think of the origin of this miserable death photo. He didn't understand: "Why would anyone leave such terrible pictures to their children?"

"Is it scary?" Su Xingyu's eyes were reddish, and his voice was low and slow. "It is terrible. But there is a kind of love that will not be obliterated-Lu Shifeng, even at such terrible times, even at the end of life, her eyes Always saying that she still loves the world and me. No matter how much pain, she has never extinguished the light in her eyes."

Lu Shifeng was silent. He didn't expect Su Xingyu to say such a thing.

All he saw was a terrible picture, and what she saw was the endless tenderness and longing in the eyes of the dying woman.

He took the yellowed photo from her and looked at it carefully. It is true that although half of the woman's body is almost crushed into mud by the truck, her eyes are so gentle, and no matter how painful it is. Can't cover the light.

Is this maternal love?

"This photo has spent many difficult days and nights with me." Su Xingyu said again, "Whenever I am bullied, I think of my mother... I still love even in such a desperate and painful situation. My mother, I have the courage to face the world again. I love her and I love photography. For her, I want to pass on that little light."

Lu Shifeng seemed to understand something: "So the photo before Shiyin's death was not the first time you took a dying person?"

Su Xingyu nodded and looked into his eyes: "Lu Shifeng, my mother left a photo for me before he died, so I think there may be many people who want to see the last side of their relatives. Even if that side is horrible, they There must be something to say in his eyes, tell the living, don’t despair of this world."

Lu Shifeng was silent again.

Even if he closes his eyes, he can recall the photo of his sister before his death, so lifelike, every detail is very clear. In my sister’s eyes, there is also a longing for life. Even at the last moment, she still loves the world. Maybe she is saying that although the world is dangerous and terrifying, it is still nostalgic...

"Lu Shifeng," Su Xingyu's voice was soft, "Trust me, I didn't take pictures of your sister out of malice. At that time, I didn't even know that she was your sister. More likely, she was just an ordinary person. An insignificant girl born in an ordinary working family or even a smaller family. Her family will not have the ability to investigate the cause of death and seek justice like you did. Under the cover of various public opinions, they are likely to even connect with their relatives. It’s not clear how they died, then this picture will become the only truth. They will need this picture."

He muttered, "No, I don't need it."

The scene before Lu Shiyin's death was like a thorn in his heart, the slightest touch made it painful.

Su Xingyu stared at him with clear eyes: "If this photo is placed in front of you and you choose to see or not, would you really choose not to see it?"

Lu Shifeng pressed his lips tightly. He died outside of his relatives, but he was not there. Why would he not look at the pictures if there were any pictures?

I am afraid that every relative will make the same choice as him.

Su Xingyu smiled bitterly: "Look, no one can resist this final farewell."

Lu Shifeng looked at her for a long time, his original cold expression gradually softened: "So, didn't you take this photo out of cold blood?"

She shook her head.

He still looked at her: "Isn't it because sensational photos can bring fame and fortune?"

She shook her head again, feeling unbelievable again: "Lu Shifeng, why do you think that? Don’t forget whose daughter I am—Mu Yun. My mother is the only Chinese woman who has won the World Photography Association lifetime award. I will give her name out, so I can get the attention of the world without any effort, do I need to put photos on the Internet wearing a vest?"

Lu Shifeng was startled slightly, only to realize that he was blinded by hatred, and he had always ignored this question. Indeed, the only daughter of the late famous photographer Mu Yun, her identity alone can cause her to receive much more attention than she does now.

He finally listened to her words.

"So, Lu Shifeng," she raised her head and looked at him imploringly, "will you let me take pictures?"