Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Love Murder

This is a love story about a writer and a photographer. The love story of a writer and a photographer feels very profane. Because of the nature of the work of these two people, it will make people feel that being affectionate and being merciful is their professional characteristic, which makes love appear cheap and superficial. However, I finally want to tell such a story because I feel that this is a writer who is very unlike a writer, and a photographer who is very unlike a photographer. The writer is a woman, but she is not a beautiful writer nowadays. She does not have much social life, and has no history of affair and divorce;

The first time they met was because of a cooperation, a photo story for a certain magazine.They are all cameos in nature, and they are done with ease. While eating lunch, they chatted. She asked him if he had read her novels, and he was a little embarrassed, and said, "I never read novels." She asked, "Why?" "no feelings." But she said: "But I often visit photography exhibitions." "why?" "Find the feeling." This is determined by their professional characteristics, neither of them think there is anything wrong with this answer.Instead, she thought he was honest and he thought she was generous.

Appreciating each other and having opportunities to cooperate, it is only natural for them to get closer. It would have been easy for them to fall in love if it wasn't for a small obstacle, but that obstacle was so obvious—they were both married people—that they couldn't easily jump over the hurdle of responsibility. Yet they still started dating, mostly for work, or reasons that had little to do with work.The cooperation is very pleasant, like the cooperation of all writers and photographers in the world, the pictures and texts complement each other. Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and they have always been friends, best partners, and golden partners.I thought that nothing would happen. It has been three years, and what should have happened has happened long ago, and I will wait until today.

However, the two people who should have a story passed through three years smoothly, and today, the day that should have no story at all, just happened. That day, she went with him to promote a newly opened cheongsam shop. All the models were ready to wear the cheongsam of Mood for Love. The owner suddenly had a whim and asked the writer: "Are you interested in being a guest model? I think This set of cheongsam is noble and elegant, not something ordinary models can wear." He also actively encouraged: "Try it, maybe it suits you very well." She couldn't help boasting, so she tried it and won a round of applause.

But his photography is far from the standard. After the ceremony, the shopkeeper settled the remuneration for them according to the original contract, and gave the female writer another gift—the cheongsam she wore. She was walking down the street in a cheongsam, humming softly all the way, as if she was ten years younger. He accompanied her, and when he was crossing the road, he instinctively supported her waist. Her waist, wrapped in the well-cut cheongsam, was so slender and soft as a willow in the wind. Opening the car door, she got into his car. According to the usual practice, it was time for him to take her home.But as soon as he sat in the driver's seat, he couldn't wait to press down on her. They kissed and hugged each other without excessive, kissing hungrily, as if they wanted to pour out three years of restraint in one kiss.

He buried his face in her long hair.The long hair is thick and slightly fragrant, and it is a kind of entanglement.The aroma rushed into the nose, which made my heart hurt. After a while, she gently said in his arms: "I like you." Light but firm, like a declaration. He looked up. She looked into his eyes: "I like you. No reason, I just want to tell you, I like you, really. I like you for a long time. I have restrained myself, but I still have to go in the end Up to this point. You bumped into it yourself. This is fate, and there is no escape. Unless, you don't like me at all. Then, I won't pester you. "

He listened in a daze, and she spoke what was on his mind.He didn't want to, really didn't want to do this, but in the end he still had to come to this point, he couldn't help himself.At this point, there is no way.What should I do next?He was at a loss, and so was she. She leaned in his arms, snuggling lazily, feeling alive again.The sleeping feelings slowly revived, and the heart became soft and moist again, with an itchy feeling. She looked at him, very closely.It's almost invisible. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips... When she saw the lips, she couldn't help but want to kiss him.Or, instead of kissing, just put your lips close to him.

Then another round of lingering began. And end before the real passion comes. They don't want to go wrong again. Because there is no way out. Like others, become lovers, tryst from time to time, stealthily?Both of them are unwilling to wrong themselves and each other like that; but of course they won't divorce, they don't love so strongly, and there is no need for that.But so far, but absolutely unwilling.I really knew today, why bother? ! Both were speechless. He sent her home after all. Before she even had time to change her shoes, she sat in front of the mirror.The self in the mirror is much prettier than before.She knew it was because of love.A woman in her thirties has found a new love, which makes her excited but also makes her hesitate.Some can't believe it.

Is everything true?Or is it a matter of course and no malice? It's been too long to wait, it doesn't seem real.It seems that it has been repeated countless times, but there is not much passion, just infinite tenderness. Oh she loves him.She thought it could only be love.Only love can make a woman like her so tender and submissive to a man, only love. So why is it so unreal?Everything is like a spring dream. She passed the whole afternoon in this trance and amazement, and the mood continued into the next day.At noon, he finally called and asked her to meet in the cherry blossom garden.

She went, put on light makeup, and changed into her favorite tunic dress. Only when she saw him did she realize how much she missed him.He stood under the flower tree, like a god, a sad god. A gust of wind passed by, and the cherry blossoms fluttered down. In this blushing sadness, he finally said, "Let's break up." She froze for a moment, turned her head to look at him, and didn't respond for a moment. He turned his head, not daring to look at her, but said softly again: "I think it's better for us to break up." This time she understood, but she still just stared at him intently, with the love in her eyes undiminished, and even more tender at this moment.

"You came to me today just to talk about this matter? Isn't it the same as calling? I even dressed up specially." "I think it's better to make it clear in person." "Why? Why is it so grand?" She smiled, as light as autumn water, her eyes became more and more blurred like a dream, and her voice became like a dream, "When we started, there was no ceremony, everything was natural. You didn't think too much about it. No, I didn't want to tempt you, everything came unprepared; but you have been thinking about breaking up for a long time, haven't you? It's not your heart to think about it in every possible way. Why do you make yourself so painful? " He looked at her, not expecting her to be so calm.At this moment he realized that he didn't understand her at all.He thought that she would cry, get angry, and become angry because of her pride and hurt, but what he feared most was making her sad.However, she is just so calm, not complaining, not angry, seeing everything, and forgiving everything. She said: "Don't talk about breaking up, okay? If you don't want to see me, just treat it as missing; but, if one day, you miss me very much, don't restrain yourself too much, come to me." They kiss deeply. His mind was in a mess. Why, didn't he come to break up with her today?Why did it get closer and sink deeper.Oh, he loves her, so he broke up so solemnly, precisely because he loves her too much and takes her too seriously, or, at all, he is looking for a reason to see her again to further prove their love. theirs, love. He thought about looking back carefully, from their first meeting, taking pictures, dating, chatting, cooperating, until they fell in love with each other. In the end, he concluded that he had done nothing wrong, and he would still choose that way if things were to start all over again.No one could not love such a woman, besides, he never thought of loving her.His only fault was meeting her.Her smile, her behavior, like a dense net, bound him day by day.He had no reason to avoid her, so he had to accept her.To this day, in love with her. But how could he not love it? If everything started from scratch, he would still be where he is today. There is no escape. He hugged her and kissed her, feeling that he was wrong and unable to hold himself back.In this situation, he can only hug her and kiss her, and get his body close to her, and he doesn't know how to make it tighter.At that moment, he wanted to crush her, put her in his pocket, and carry her to the ends of the earth. Oh, he loves her.It turned out that he loved her so much.He gave up on himself and loved her helplessly. He never knew that when he let himself go, he could be so warm and gentle. However, the cherry blossoms will fall, the spring will pass, the passion will be flat, and he must go home eventually. At the end of spring when the cherry blossoms were falling, she saw his wife. It was dinner again, and he brought his wife along for an unavoidable reason.Knowing that he would see her at the banquet, but the moment they met her, he still felt blood rushing all over his body, and suddenly became silent.But as if nothing had happened, she greeted him and said that we met again, complimented his wife on her beauty and dignity, and toasted everyone present with a cup. Blood-red wine, glass after glass, is it swallowing pain or burning passion? He wondered if she was drunk.can not tell.All the emotions of the writers have been rolled in the novel. Exaggeration and pretentiousness are their instincts. Even she herself is not sure how deep the pain is, so how can he see through her? That night, she was full of flair, danced lightly, served wine with dirty jokes, and danced cheek to cheek with every man who invited him without hesitation.He knew she was acting, and she was performing to the fullest, every smile piercing his heart like a sword. The wife whispered in her ear: "It turns out that this is what a woman looks like." He smiled wryly and swallowed a glass of wine.No, he knew she was not like this, he knew that she did all this for him.But what can he do? After that day, he disappeared, signing up for a photoshoot with an adventure tour group. As for her, new scandals continued to spread, and it was unknown whether it was true or not.When asked about her, she just smiled, as if she didn't care. At this point in the story, you may already know the ending, but like ordinary readers, you still have to ask: what happened next? Later, they didn't know whether they were normal or fell into a cliché: female writers finally began to develop extramarital affairs like all beautiful writers, and photographers finally went wandering with other photographers. There is nothing to write about the love of such two people. But the female writer still has to write. She adapted their story with rich imagination into a very profane romance novel. The end of the novel is written like this: "He went further and further away. She looked at his back and knew that he would never look back. If she didn't tell him that she loved him, maybe they could still be friends; but she poked the window paper by herself. It's broken, she broke the rules of the game between them, so there is no more. He can only go, and she won't miss him too much. Because she has already said, and he already knows, that she loves him. This enough." She finally killed their love in the novel with her own hand.