love out of time

Chapter 73

The theme of the lecture was mainly on photography technology and cultural expression. Liang Jingxing's speech was well-founded, and he was not in a hurry. When he talked about examples of his own works, his emotions would be higher.

Regarding Liang Jingxing's multiple identities, Jiang Ci actually did not seriously understand them.For her, Liang Jingxing used to be a good teacher and helpful friend, but now she is her lover, which cannot be framed by words like reporter, photographer or teacher.

Therefore, when I really saw his works at this moment, I was immediately shocked and speechless.

One of them impressed Jiang Ci the most. It was a picture of a snow scene. The camera zoomed out extremely far. The sky and the earth were the same color, and the top and bottom were white. There was only a black boat moored in the frozen lake at the end of the space.

When seeing this photo, Jiang Ci suddenly felt an indescribable panic.

This scene and composition are too desolate and desolate. She has never seen it, let alone experienced it, even though she has experienced the blow of family destruction.However, death and failure are extremely strong emotions. In paintings, large swaths of frantic red and thick black can be used to describe... But on this snowy day, it is all blank,
This "never" made her inexplicably flustered, like a child who has just learned to read, suddenly discovering that the world is far wider than he thought, and there will always be a part that he cannot know, let alone grasp.

——This is the Liang Jingxing she doesn't understand, the difference caused by the staggered 12-year-old age.

When Jiang Ci came back to his senses, the lecture was over.Liang Jingxing bowed to express his thanks, and simply turned around, leaving no time for others to ask questions.

Tan Xia was a little disappointed: "Oh, I didn't get an autograph."

Jiang Ci didn't speak, stood beside her, followed the exiting crowd, and slowly walked out of the gate of the hospital office.

On the way, Tan Xia discussed with her the content of the lecture just now.Jiang Ci was absent-minded, occasionally giving a casual "hmm".

Tall sycamore trees can be seen everywhere in Chongcheng Academy of Fine Arts, with thick shade all over the ground, and the deep and shallow shadows of the trees cover all the way, extending forward, from light to darkness.

Jiang Ci stopped.

Tan Xia looked at her sideways, "Jiang Ci?"

Jiang Ci raised his eyes, "I still have something to do, you should go back first."

Tan Xia nodded, "Then you pay attention to safety, the dormitory closes at eleven o'clock, go back early."

Jiang Ci watched Tan Xia's figure walk away, turned around and ran towards the way he came.Passing through the back door and the green belt behind the building is the parking lot run by the hospital.Standing on tiptoe, she raised her eyes to search, but she didn't expect that she was so lucky and found the black Cayenne without any effort.

There was no one in the car.

Without thinking about it, Jiang Ci stretched out his hand, jumped onto the front of the car, and sat down on it.The car was alarmed and sounded the alarm, Jiang Ci pretended not to hear it, dangling his two slender legs, patiently waiting for the owner to return.

I don't know how long it took, the car suddenly beeped, Jiang Ci slowly raised his eyes, and saw a very long shadow on the concrete floor, slowly approaching him.

Five seconds later, the shadow stopped.

Jiang Ci slowly raised his head.

Liang Jingxing had a cigarette in his mouth, a star of red light flickered in the darkness.A look of surprise appeared on his face for a moment, and then disappeared, turning into a faint smile.

Jiang Ci slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Teacher Liang."

Liang Jing walked closer, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ci looked at him, "I just listened to your lecture."

"My pleasure."

"My roommate likes you very much, please help me find your autograph."

"...Where is the sign?"

Jiang Ci jumped off the front of the car, and the ponytail followed suit.She reached into the left pocket of her jeans and took out a few banknotes; then she took out the right side and took out a bunch of keys; the pocket behind her buttocks was empty... She could only point to the white hair on her body. T-shirt, "Here."

Liang Jingxing glanced at it, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "...then let's sign it next time."

(End of this chapter)