Her Majesty the Queen

Chapter 97 Yiran's Tears

Strong people cry too, but rarely.And, only very few people can see it.

Please be stronger.Be stronger, be stronger.Until you can't see me, you can see me too.

I am Yiran.

A lifetime dedicated to the camera.Wouldn't it be a little ridiculous to say that?I am not a photographer.Just ordinary photography enthusiasts.I am committed to fixing, spinning, and sublimating the best moments.Make life less lonely.I have loved photography since I was a child, but no matter how you look at the photos, they are not as perfect as others.

What is missing?

I never knew.However, I never gave up on photography.My love for it may not be able to be dedicated in my whole life, and it will continue to the next life, the next life.The photos I took should not be bad, but they are still not beautiful.

I used to think that even if there is no other half.As long as there is photography, I will not be alone all my life.I can embrace my dream forever, although I fall asleep with a smile and wake up with a cry.

When I see the most beautiful moment, I am often moved and moved.

A mother kisses her newborn baby.A father beat his child, with a gray expression after beating, still holding the thing that beat his child.A pair of lovers, hugging back to back.The moment when a dog, guarding the side of its dead owner, was driven away by the hospital staff.

Some are not necessarily beautiful, but they are all moving.I'm sorry, that's all I can do.

Candid photography is really not a glorious thing.But I don't take lewd photos of other people taking off their clothes, I want to take photos of the moment when I was touched.Let the happiness of a moment last forever.

This is my dream.

The brightest dream in my world.

But I also want to have a small dream that is not recognized by the world.A best friend once asked me why I didn't go to a formal shoot and say hello to the other party before shooting.That's not real.Or unnatural.I was so obsessed with perfect things, I kept scratching myself and others, and I lived alone like this.

I thought, one day I will be beaten to death by others.

In my next life, I will be a boy first, and then I will continue to take pictures.I'm sorry, that's all I want to do.

The most tiring thing about being a girl is that it is natural to be weak, to be bullied, and to be obedient.And I'm exhausted.I was pushed around by a bunch of smirking boys, what was that?Boys have self-esteem, but women don't?no.The world of equality between men and women that I want may always be a distant world.You can see it, but you can't touch it.

I saw a tall beautiful girl hugging a short-haired cute girl, crying, but the sadness in the eyes of the short-haired girl infected the tall girl.I suddenly felt that this is the most beautiful but also the most incomplete photo I pursued in my life, because they all have each other in their eyes, but they don’t know what the other is thinking, but they can be infected, ordinary things?have no idea.However, at that moment, I knew that it was what I wanted.

I couldn't wait and pressed the shutter.

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photographed.I saw their surprised expressions, and I was afraid that they would ask me for negatives, no——I subconsciously ran.The biggest mistake in my life is to be picked on by photography and then keep sinking.Obviously it can't give me anything, but I still follow it cheaply.

The car brakes sharply.I saw a very bright light that hurt my eyes and sent the pain somewhere soft.It is called the soft place of the heart.The pain was shattering.And I, at that moment, was suddenly relieved.I was wrong, but until I corrected it, I wasn't me anymore.

Before I lost consciousness, I seemed to see my favorite person who once loved me the most. He said to me, "It's okay, I can't wait for you." From the corner of my eye, a tear that never fell since I became sensible.

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