There's only one picture in it.

A woman, crushed under a tire by a heavy truck, is dragged out of the picture in deep red blood.

A woman's body is so bloody that she can't be saved just by looking at the tragic picture. Her beautiful eyes are struggling to look at a certain point outside the lens, with reluctance and desire, against the shocking blood under her body, which is heartbreaking. Lu Shifeng was shocked by the photos. He remembered his sister two years ago, who was also photographed in such a dying photo. The photo recorded the deepest despair and pain of human beings. And the woman in the picture in front of her, the sadness in her eyes is even deeper than his sister.

He can't bear to look at it again after only one look. He turns his head and asks Su Xingyu with his eyes.

Su Xingyu took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "this is my mother, my biological mother, Mu Yun. When I was five years old, she had a car accident. I saw with my own eyes that she was rolled under the tire by that big truck and dragged a long way, then... "

Her voice choked and she put her finger in the corner of her eye.

"What's this picture?" Asked Lu Shifeng.

"I did." Su Xingyu was quiet, and then he said in a low voice, "I didn't want to show you, because my mother is the closest person in the world... Even if she died, she is." She doesn't want to show this bloody past in front of people who are not close to each other and let a man who has deeply hurt her comment. However, today, when he stepped forward to protect her from being bullied, she suddenly felt that maybe they should try to communicate again. He is not good for nothing.

She stroked the old picture with her pale and slender fingers. The Yellow corners curled slightly and were flattened under her careful comfort: "after the car stopped, I rushed over and cried for her not to die. She looked at me weakly and moved her fingers to touch me, but she couldn't make any effort at all. I grabbed her hand and kept calling mom

"Maybe it's back light. She made a little noise. She told me that there was a mobile phone in her pocket and asked me to take a picture of her then. She said that she loves me. There are too many words that I can't say to her. I'll look at the photos when I miss her in the future. There are all those words that I can't say in the photos. "

Su Xingyu's low voice echoed in the quiet air.

Lu Shifeng frowned slightly. He didn't expect that this sad death photo was like this. He didn't understand: "how could anyone leave such a terrible picture to their children?"

"Terrible?" Su Xingyu's eyes were slightly red and his voice was low and slow. "It's terrible. But there is a kind of love that will not be lost - Lu Shifeng, even at such a terrible time, even at the end of her life, her eyes always say that she still loves the world and me. No matter how painful it is, it has never extinguished the light in her eyes. "

Lu Shifeng was silent. He didn't expect Su Xingyu to say such a thing.

What he saw was a miserable picture, but what she saw was the endless tenderness and desire in the eyes of dying women.

He took the yellow picture from her hand and looked at it carefully. It was true that although half of the woman's body was almost crushed by the truck, her eyes were so gentle that no amount of pain could cover the light.

Is this maternal love?

"This picture, accompanied me through many difficult days and nights." Su Xingyu said again, "whenever I am bullied, when I think of my mother... Still loving my mother in such despair and pain, I have the courage to face the world again. I love her and I love photography. For her sake, I will pass on that little light. "

Lu Shifeng seems to understand something: "so the photo before Shiyin's death is not the first time you took a picture of a dying person?"

Su Xingyu nodded and looked into his eyes: "Lu Shifeng, my mother left a picture for me before she died, so I think maybe there will be many people who want to see the last side of their relatives. Even if it's ugly, there must be something in their eyes to tell the living people not to despair about the world. "

Lu Shifeng was silent again.

Even if he closed his eyes, he could recall the picture of his sister before she died. It was so lifelike that every detail was very clear. In my sister's eyes, there is also a desire for life. Even at the last moment, she still loves the world. Maybe she is saying that although the world is very dangerous and terrible, it is still sentimental

"Lu Shifeng," Su Xingyu's voice was very light, "believe me, I didn't take your sister's picture out of malice. At that time, I didn't know that she was your sister. More likely, she was just an ordinary person, an insignificant girl from an ordinary working family or even a smaller family. Her family won't have the ability to investigate the cause of death as you do and get justice back. Under the cover of all kinds of public opinions, they may not even know how their relatives died, so this picture will become the only truth. They're going to need this picture. "He said in a dumb voice, "no, I don't need it."

The scene before Lu Shiyin's death was like a thorn in his heart. When he touched it, it was painful.

Su Xingyu looked straight at him with clear eyes: "if this picture is placed in front of you, let you choose to see or not, will you really choose not to see?"

Lu Shifeng clenched his lips and died outside his family, but he was not at the scene. If there were photos, how could he not look at them?

I'm afraid every relative will make the same choice as him.

Su Xingyu laughed bitterly: "look, no one can resist this last farewell."

After looking at her for a long time, Lu Shifeng's cold-blooded expression gradually softened: "so, you didn't take this picture out of cold blood?"

She shook her head.

He still looked at her: "not because sensational photos can bring fame and fortune?"

She shook her head again and felt incredible: "Lu Shifeng, why do you think so? Don't forget whose daughter I am - Mu Yun. My mother is the only Chinese American woman who has won the lifetime achievement award of the World Photography Association. As long as I name her, I can easily get the world's attention. I need to put photos in my vest on the Internet

Lu Shifeng was stunned. He found that he had been blinded by hatred and had ignored the problem all the time. Indeed, the only daughter of the late famous photographer Mu Yun, this identity alone can make her receive much more attention than now.

He finally listened to her.

"So, Lu Shifeng," she looked up at him prayingly, "let me take photos, OK?"