Jinghua Tianjiao

Chapter 376 Veterans Photography Exhibition

I want to leave!I want to leave!Du Juan had a splitting headache. She tried her best to open her sleepy eyes, but the dream kept clinging to her. The faces of Ling'er, Lord Beile, even Manager Feng and her father and mother in the dream flashed one by one.You must open your eyes!

It was pitch black in front of me, and slowly I felt that the white light bulb above my head slowly took on the outline of the light bulb.You can hear the wind whistling outside the window, the moonlight shines through the tree in the courtyard, and the shadow of the tree is printed on the glass. This is a familiar home.Du Juan sat up suddenly, turned on the light and saw that it was less than two o'clock.

There happened to be a novel "Huan Huan and the Harem" lying on the bedside. Du Juan took a deep breath!I thought: No wonder this dream has such a deviation. If I hadn't been suffering from insomnia these past few days and relied on reading this Qing Palace novel to fall asleep, the ending of this dream would have been good.Dreams shattered, sisters betrayed, thankfully, this was just a dream.

It seems that this book cannot be read in the future!Otherwise, if I enter this dream of the Qing Palace again, I am afraid that I will not be able to fight against a maid.Thinking of this, Du Juan opened the drawer and put the book in. She should be calmer this night.

The temperature in Beijing has dropped rapidly these days, and Wenfu woke up from the cold early in the morning.He immediately closed the hotel window and hurriedly washed up. He had more important things to do today.Going from the city to Tongzhou is already a torment for him at this age, but he feels that this trip is worth it. He told his daughter earlier that he had returned to Nanjing, but in fact it was not the case. He was still in Beijing. There is unfinished business.

In everyone’s mind, when mentioning Tongzhou, the first thing that comes to mind is the numerous art museums in Tongzhou.This is where artists come to realize their dreams.Today, Father Wen is here not for art, but for the encounter.Compared with some painters holding exhibitions here, the space here is not as big as imagined.As soon as you enter the door, you will see a red screen with the words "Veteran Photography Exhibition" engraved on it.Turning to the screen, there are hundreds of old photos in front of you. These photos.

Father Wen slowly stepped forward, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the photo, feeling emotional.The period pictured here was one he took part in in his youth, when it was already before dawn and there weren't that many battles to fight.Everything is developing for the better, and I am a cook.After dawn, he did not choose to retire, but continued to work in his old profession.

There was even a photo of himself having sex in the photo. Father Wen couldn't remember when it was taken. He only remembered that reporters would come to the army from time to time to cover the latest news.Many years have passed in the blink of an eye, but he is now roaming the mall. This time flies so fast, and he can't even count the days he hasn't seen them.

"Brother Wen? It's you, right?" Wen's father was still immersed in that memory, and an old voice came from behind.After so many years, does he still recognize him?

Father Wen turned around and saw that the man in front of him was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, upright and upright, just like before.Looking at his appearance again, he no longer had the fortitude he once had, and the years have left traces on his ravaged face, but his eyes are still so energetic. Father Wen recognized him, and it was he who invited Father Wen to come here today. Meet.

"Old Lin!!! Old monitor... you... are in good health!"

The person in front of me is Wen's father's old squad leader when he was in the army. To be precise, he should be the cooking squad leader.Lao Lin looked at Brother Wen, nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's good to be here! It's good to be here. We haven't seen each other for more than 30 years."

Father Wen felt ashamed: "Old squad leader... I have forgotten the date. You still remember, I really shouldn't." "Alas!" Lao Lin waved his hand, "What does this mean? Even after all these years, I will inevitably forget it. In 30 years, everyone has their own lives, and you see that you are developing well now. I really didn’t expect that you said that we were all incompetent at first, but now we are all engaged in culture. Who would have thought of this? .”

"Yeah, if I hadn't seen this activity initiated by you on Lively Platform, I wouldn't have believed it was you. Old squad leader, this activity is very meaningful. How did you suddenly think of doing such an activity? I remember After we changed careers that year, you went to the newspaper office?"

Lao Lin said, "Yes! In fact, I have always had this idea. I met my wife after I went to the newspaper office. She was a photojournalist for the newspaper office. You should know..."

Of course Wen's father had an impression. He remembered that at that time, there was always a reporter who came to the army cooking class every now and then. He thought he was shooting material, but unexpectedly he was rushing to the old squad leader. He suddenly realized: "So that's it! Old squad leader, what are you talking about?" Reporter Bai, I finally understand this time, why did I always like to go to our cooking class back then?"

"Yes, we are all older now. When I was sorting out these photos some time ago, I thought why not take this opportunity to release these old photos for everyone to see. Among our group, I didn’t expect you to see this news and contact me. Brother, are you always in Beijing now? Didn’t I hear that your company is in Nanjing? "

Father Wen replied: "Old squad leader, you are still in Nanjing. I came here this time to do something for my daughter. She also fell ill some time ago. She just recuperated in Beijing for a while. After finishing this work, she will go back. "

"Oh! I'm very happy that you can come. It's just a pity that besides you, there are two other people from our class who can come, and the remaining three can't come either."

Father Wen understood what the old squad leader meant. We were already veterans, and after all these years, our health must have been much worse than before. They were afraid that they had taken a step ahead.Thinking of this, Father Wen felt sad, "Actually, we should get together more often."

"Everything in the world is unpredictable, who can imagine it. Before this exhibition, I tried to contact everyone in our class at that time, and some of them are no longer here. If you hadn't taken the initiative to leave a message with me, I still couldn't find your contact Because of this, I think the significance of this veteran photography exhibition is more to leave the memories of us veterans." The old squad leader became excited as he spoke, and the few photos in front of him happened to be of the old squad leader when he was young. However, looking at the old squad leader in front of him with his gray hair makes people feel distressed.He looked at him as if he were his own brother, and the old squad leader looked completely different from the one in the photo.

Looking at Wen's father's black hair, the old monitor said with envy: "Brother, you can still do it! After all these years, there are still very few gray hairs."

Father Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pushed back the hair on his forehead and said, "Old squad leader, please don't make fun of me. Look at my hair, it's all dyed black. I have worked hard for the company these years. Quite a few, this white hair is almost the same as yours."

(End of this chapter)