As usual, he didn't get up until noon when he didn't have a job, then he messed up his stomach and took his camera to the city to finish the day's rest. Today, I was woken up by my mother's phone, and asked her to buy something to treat herself. While wondering, happy fucking birthday made him tremble.

"People who are thirty years old really can't come back. They have everything at home, so don't work so hard ..."

He put the phone by his side, lit a cigarette and listened to his mother's intermittent nagging. This reminder from his mother made him realize that he had been in this city for five or six years. In fact, I'm a little embarrassed to say that I'm fooling around, but I've never achieved anything by changing jobs all the way.

He worked with the crew, entered the company, and co-founded the studio with friends. Now he is a photographer in a wedding company, and his time is still free. Even his only artistic perception is almost exhausted by his boss and customers. In the off-season of the wedding, he always has plenty of time to cross the street with his camera on his back, walk on the overpass, pat the sunset and the pedestrians. Many times, I didn't actually shoot anything, just like to feel the smell.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, so he smoked a cigarette. I tried to put cigarette butts in the ashtray, but I found that they had piled up like mountains. In order not to let this magnificent mountain collapse, he had to throw cigarette butts on the ground. Yellow cigarette butts have opened up a comfortable base on the small plain except the bed and table.

He suddenly jumped out of bed, ran to a chair near the corner, and slammed the cigarette butts that had just been thrown out of the box to the ground. Just now, I was secretly pleased with the cigarette butts that occupied the commanding heights, and I was stunned by this slap. He gently wiped the cigarette ash from the box with his hand, and then stroked the little black spot burned by the cigarette butt, as if the cigarette butt had just fallen into his heart. He opened the box, looked at it, and then quickly closed it again.

she

As before, all her clothes are basically solved in this street. When she first came to the city, she didn't want to come to this place like a vegetable market because of her self-esteem. Later, under the strong recommendation of colleagues, she often accompanied them to find some clothes for the season and buy some nice shoes. In fact, the clothes in this place are very good at the same price, but they are very different from the places where she imagined to sell beautiful clothes. Today, my colleague is on a business trip. I want to go shopping alone in the street that makes her happy and sad.

"Girl, come in, you used to like the size of those shoes. If you don't come, you will be sold. I saved it for you. Come and have a try. "

She is always so warm to her every time, helping to choose, guiding and matching, and giving her great discounts. I have known them since I came and went often, and now I don't feel embarrassed even if I come alone. Over the years, her work place is far from here, and her income is high and low, but she will always come here.

Walking out of this street and crossing an overpass is the bustling area of the city, which is her second most frequent place. If the first is to solve the material needs necessary for her life, then the second is to comfort the spiritual needs necessary for survival. Bustling cars, skyscrapers and exquisite and fashionable shops always have an unspeakable feeling, which is neither satisfied nor lost. Anyway, this feeling is very addictive. Look at these people who keep passing by, and then look at these crawling little creatures. She seems to have found a sense of belonging, and even if she is sad and tears, her heart is full of strength.

"How, right. You have a good eye. Many people like this pair of shoes. " She took a picture in front of the mirror in her new shoes, and then walked back and forth in the shop several times. Finally, take off your shoes, clean them carefully with paper towels, and hold them in your hands to look at them carefully.

"Don't hesitate, how many things you bought here, don't you trust? I'll give you the same discount as today. "

"Don't worry, I like it very much. Wrap it up. "

"What do you think I this is what you need? Same discount. You see, these coats are good. They just arrived. "

He met her.

From the lens of his camera, looking at the colorful streets of Christmas, the white breath in his mouth can't hide the good mood on people's faces when the holiday comes. He photographed the beautifully dressed model in the window, the little girl who asked her parents for toys in the square, and the ice flowers in the fountain.

In order to resist the cold wind in winter, he specially added a coat to the thick sweater, but it was still the jeans with holes and canvas shoes that could not be washed clean in summer. He leaned against the wall to smoke and looked at the busy street.

"The wedding video is not a creation, just a restoration of the scene." I had a quarrel with my boss this morning, and this sentence has been lingering, and I am still in a bad mood.

He smoked one cigarette after another, the cigarette core was burning violently, and the grievances he inhaled and spit seemed to engulf the city, and the circles of smoke that were higher than the waves covered his face.

He took a hard last sip, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and slowly exhaled smoke. I did my hair twice, rubbed my hands a few times, walked to the side of the road, walked for a while, suddenly turned around and walked in the opposite direction, and finally got on the overpass.

This is the first Christmas she will spend in this city, and she can't remember it clearly. Anyway, I either have dinner with my colleagues or hide at home alone during the holidays. She is used to being filled with work and has no loneliness. But when it comes to holidays, this accumulated loneliness will always gather together and can't be dispersed for a long time. At this time, her desire for dreams is stronger than ever. A big house of my own, a lover embracing each other, stepping on the snow.

"Liuzhou Tianjie, go straight along this road and then turn left. Oh, no, turn right. " I gave a tourist the wrong way just now. He should turn left. He has been uneasy.

The wandering singer on the overpass in the distance is singing, and she is listening from a distance as usual. After listening to a few songs today, she felt that she was about to cry before she was ready to leave. She took out her mobile phone and took a photo, fiddling with her hair messed up by the cold wind, and suddenly felt a little cold. She buttoned her coat outside her business suit, then wrapped her scarf tightly and began to walk slowly to the overpass.

The mobile phone in the bag kept ringing for no reason, and finally barely opened the screen to answer it, and then walked quickly onto the overpass while talking. The drums and beats formed by the thumping of high heels are like the beating heart of this city.

Looking at the night view of the city from the overpass is always particularly tragic. In the distance, thousands of lights and colorful neon lights around you seem to flash to you with incomparable amorous feelings. Traffic under the bridge, I don't know where to go; People come and go around, I don't know where to come from. Suddenly, the heart of the city stopped beating. She bent down to cover her feet, and the stabbing pain had spread all over her body. She endured the pain and moved herself from the middle of the overpass to the side against the railing. She took off her high heels and gently touched the sprain.

She wants to call the manager and say that she sprained her ankle. Can anyone else handle this document? But considering it is so late, who wants to go? She tried to stand up and picked up high heels only to find that the heels were broken. She tried to repair her, but to no avail.

"I'm sorry I didn't hurt you. I was taking pictures just now, and a group of children flew by, but they ran away from them and ran into you. Are you all right? " Holding a camera in his hand, he watched her stare under the overpass before he realized that her shoes had fallen off. If there had been no collision just now, he really wanted to press the shutter and photograph her beauty and sadness at the moment.

Why don't I go down and pick it up for you? When he was not confident enough to say this sentence, the shoes were gone and had already been swallowed up by the traffic. She ignored him and limped to the other side of the overpass.

He ran quickly in front of her and blocked the way. He squatted down to untie his shoelaces and take off his shoes.

"It's okay, I'll take a taxi, anyway, is also a whore. You really don't have to take off your shoes. " Watch him take off his socks and put on his shoes. The touch she just lit went out in an instant.

"Put on your socks so as not to get your feet dirty."

"ah? No, no. I have to go. "

"Wait a minute, can I see your feet?" Without waiting for her question and reaction. He has squatted down and gently lifted her leg.

He measured the soles of her feet with his hand and then put his red socks on her feet. She searched in her pocket again, and finally took out a pack of cigarettes and put them on the ground, putting her feet gently on the cigarette case. She was a little overwhelmed and leaned against the railing. The red socks on the cigarette case don't match her clothes. At the moment, she is standing like a sculpture, which is very uncomfortable for everyone to see.

"You wait here for a while and I'll buy you shoes."

"No,no." He has run off the overpass!

When he came back with his shoes, she was gone. What happened just now was like a dream, leaving no trace. He looked around, still moving cars, still noisy people. He opened the cigarette he just bought, lit one, leaned against the railing, and let the shoe box in his hand float outside the railing.

The local street was full of cigarette butts, so he decided to leave. He opened the shoe box and felt the high heels inside. In fact, he shouldn't buy the red one, but he just can't restrain his infatuation with it. He gently closed the lid, walked to the beggar not far away, put down his shoes and turned away.

final result

After Christmas, life is still so leisurely. He wants to resign, but he doesn't know what kind of job can be so far away from his dream. He wants to go home, but he doesn't know whether to give up the dream he has been chasing for so long.

After noon, he went downstairs and ate some rice in a hurry. He had no idea and had to go back to his room. Climbing to the second floor, he handed a cigarette to the silly old man sitting in the corridor as usual. The old man can't talk, but he always looks at him with a smile. Today, he simply sat side by side with the old man and finished smoking a cigarette.

Hardly had I got back to my room when someone knocked at the door. Usually the landlord knocks at the door, and it's not the end of the month yet. He paused before opening the door. A strange girl is standing at the door.

"Just see you and that silly old man smoking also dare not confirm, it's really you. You live here too. "

"Oh, I have lived here for a long time." He was a little surprised, but he remembered.

"I just moved here soon, which is close to the company. By the way, I left early that day because of the company. I am really sorry. "

"Why don't you come in?" He hurried to help her move the chair and put the shoe box on the chair on the table. Huangshan Mountain is still there, and the base areas on the ground are already very dense. She walked carefully to the table and sat down, and was immediately attracted by the exquisite shoe box on the table.

"You really bought it." When she opened the box, she seemed to be deeply entangled in this touch of red and looked at the shoes over and over again.

"This pair of shoes has been waiting for you for a long time. Please try it on quickly. "

She didn't refuse, and slowly put two shoes on her feet. Obviously, it's a bit strange to match home clothes with high heels nowadays. But looking at the red high-heeled shoes stepping on the scattered yellow cigarette butts, he had an unspeakable taste in his heart.

(20 13. 12.20 draft Chongqing)