In front of the bustling Big Buddha Temple, a figure has attracted people's attention. His 39-year-old face is carved with vicissitudes, his hair is gray, his back is rickety, and he does not look good. He glared at the photographer with displeasure in his eyes.
"Why are you slapping me?" his voice was hoarse, but unmistakably determined.
The photographer was stunned, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to speak. He adjusted the camera in his hand, trying to find a better angle.
"I just wanted to record this moment. He replied, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
"This moment?" he sneered, "do you really know what you're recording?"
The photographer did not answer, but silently adjusted the focus of the camera. He knew that this man was not just an ordinary passerby, and there must be an untold story behind him.
"You know what?" he said suddenly, "I'm 39 years old, but I feel like I've lived for hundreds of years. I've been through something you'll never be able to imagine. ”
The photographer looked up at him, trying to find a clue in his eyes.
"Will you tell me, then?" he asked cautiously.
He glanced at the photographer, then turned and walked to the entrance of the Great Buddha Temple. His back was slumped, but every step seemed unusually determined.
"If you want to hear it, then follow me. He said without looking back.
The photographer was stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed. He knew that this man was about to take him to a world he had never touched.
In the courtyard of the Great Buddha Temple, he found a corner to sit down and motioned for the photographer to sit opposite him. There was an indescribable glint in his eyes, as if he was remembering something.
"I grew up in this city and witnessed its changes. He spoke slowly, "I have witnessed its prosperity, but also its loneliness. ”
The photographer listened silently, not daring to disturb his thoughts.
"I used to be a photographer and I captured every corner of the city with my lens. A hint of pride flashed in his eyes, "But, as the city grows, a lot of things are slowly disappearing." ”
He paused, a flash of pain in his eyes.
"Including my family. There was a tremor in his voice.
The photographer looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"They left the city and went to a distant land. He continued, "And I, on the other hand, chose to stay. ”
There was a hint of determination in his eyes, as if to tell the photographer that he did not regret his choice.
"And do you live here alone now?" asked the photographer cautiously.
He shook his head, a hint of loneliness flashing in his eyes.
"I live here alone, but I'm not alone. He spoke slowly, "I have my camera, I have my memories." ”
There is an indescribable light in his eyes, as if to tell the photographer that his heart is not empty.
The photographer looked at him and felt a wave of respect in his heart. He knew that this man was not just an ordinary passerby, and that there was a world behind him that he could not touch.
"Then why are you filming me?" the photographer asked.
He glanced at the photographer, and then slowly spoke: "Because I want you to know that this city is not only prosperous, but also lonely." ”
There is an indescribable glint in his eyes, as if to tell the photographer that behind him there is a world that he cannot reach.
The photographer looked at him and felt a wave of respect in his heart. He knew that this man was not just an ordinary passerby, and that there was a world behind him that he could not touch.
"Then why are you filming me?" the photographer asked.
He glanced at the photographer, and then slowly spoke: "Because I want you to know that this city is not only prosperous, but also lonely." ”
There is an indescribable glint in his eyes, as if to tell the photographer that behind him there is a world that he cannot reach.
The photographer looked at him and felt a wave of respect in his heart. He knew that this man was not just an ordinary passerby, and that there was a world behind him that he could not touch.
"Then why are you filming me?" the photographer asked.
He glanced at the photographer, and then slowly spoke: "Because I want you to know that this city is not only prosperous, but also lonely." ”
There is an indescribable glint in his eyes, as if to tell the photographer that behind him there is a world that he cannot reach.
The photographer looked at him and felt a wave of respect in his heart. He knew that this man was not just an ordinary passerby, and that there was a world behind him that he could not touch.
"Then why are you filming me?" the photographer asked.
He glanced at the photographer, and then slowly spoke: "Because I want you to know that this city is not only prosperous, but also lonely." ”
There is an indescribable glint in his eyes, as if to tell the photographer that behind him there is a world that he cannot reach.
The photographer looked at him and felt a wave of respect in his heart. He knew that this man was not just an ordinary passerby, and that there was a world behind him that he could not touch.
"Then why are you filming me?" the photographer asked.
He glanced at the photographer, and then slowly spoke: "Because I want you to know that this city is not only prosperous, but also lonely." ”
There is an indescribable glint in his eyes, as if to tell the photographer that behind him there is a world that he cannot reach.
The photographer looked at him and felt a wave of respect in his heart. He knew that this man was not just an ordinary passerby, there was a man behind him