Bo Anrui was speechless, regretful, melancholy, sad...many emotions were intertwined.
He was sad and saw that she was even sadder, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
He is the person least qualified to speak on this matter.
The only thing he could say was...I'm sorry.
However, he felt that these three words were the three most useless words in the world.
No matter what you say, it's too late. No matter what you say, you can't turn back time.
She turned around and walked slowly past him.
She lowered her head slightly and did not look at him. She didn't know whether it was because she was too sad and didn't want him to see her tears, or because she never wanted to see him again.
When he thought of the second possibility, Bao Anrui's heart sank severely.
She brushed his shoulder and passed by, and he stretched out his hand to hold her, but his fingers tightened and tightened, and in the end he still lacked the courage to take action.
Because he didn't know what he could say after holding her, it seemed that everything he said was meaningless.
She walked away little by little, away from his sight.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of sadness welling up in his heart, as if she was leaving his life little by little.
This time was different from nine years ago, but this time, his feeling of loss was even stronger.
No! That’s not possible!
He felt that he had to do something, he couldn't just lose her again.
However, he could see clearly now that she was no longer the Jimilan she used to be.
In the past, she would take the initiative to pursue him, but now, no matter how proactive he is, she will not look at him differently.
Because she has changed and no longer likes him as before.
Then, let him change it!
He suddenly clenched his fists and made a decision.
***
"Pengpeng, come on, smile!"
Two hours later, Jimilan Ji and several other volunteers took Pengpeng to take pictures on the lawn downstairs of the children's welfare home.
Because of what happened before, Pengpeng's mood was not very high, and the forced smile on his face was a bit stiff.
Therefore, the results captured by digital cameras are not as ideal as imagined.
"Sister Milan, I want to go back." The little guy said in frustration.
"Pengpeng, we have only taken a few pictures! Can we take a few more pictures? Let's go to the swings later!"
"I don't want to go, no matter how much I take pictures, it's still the same..." Pengpeng unconsciously raised his little hand and touched the hat on his head.
Ji Milan felt a wave of heartache in his heart. Even though Pengpeng was young, everyone had always lied to him that he had temporarily lost all his hair because of his illness. After the illness was cured, his hair would still grow back. Xiao
Although the guy believed it, he still felt sad.
There are so many children in the children's welfare home, all of them are innocent, but they always laugh at Pengpeng's bald head, and some children are unwilling to play with him because of this, which makes Pengpeng also feel uncomfortable.
I became increasingly unhappy and even began to feel inferior.
"Pengpeng, be good. Wait until next Sunday when Sister Milan comes to pick you up. How about we go shopping? Sister Milan knows a newly opened store that sells children's hats. They are very beautiful!"
"No, sister Milan, I already have enough hats..."
Ji Milan hugged Pengpeng distressedly. Yes, he already had enough hats. She bought several hats for him alone, and the dean and other volunteers also bought him more than ten or twenty hats.
Yes, enough to wear.
However, although the hat could hide his bald head, it could not solve the fundamental problem. Pengpeng's body had been sentenced to death by the doctor, and his mind was becoming increasingly unhappy.
She felt so sorry for Pengpeng. For such a young child, even if...even if he couldn't grow up healthily and safely, he should at least live a happy childhood while he was alive!
However, why is such a simple wish so difficult to realize?
"Pengpeng!"
When Bao Anrui appeared again, not only Pengpeng was surprised, but Ji Milan was even more surprised.
"Why are you back?" she asked quietly.
"I didn't want to leave originally, I just went back to get this!" He shook the SLR camera in his hand.
She recognized it. It was a well-known brand and a classic model. She had seen it before and wanted to buy it for Pengpeng to take pictures. After all, the effect of a SLR was better than that of a digital camera. She wanted to leave a lasting impression for Pengpeng.
Good look.
However, when she inquired about the price and decided to buy it, the salesperson at the specialty store told her that the camera was an anniversary limited edition specially launched by the manufacturer. It was not a matter of money, but that only those who truly understood SLRs could do it.
Buy.
The store clerk also said that before buying that camera, each buyer must first fill out a questionnaire-like information, and only after passing official review can they finally buy the camera.
Of course she didn't understand that much and could only go back disappointed.
"Um...Bo Anrui, can you borrow it and help Pengpeng take some photos?" The hope after disappointment is really surprising.
"Of course you can. I went to borrow it from Wuyou just because I knew Pengpeng was going to take pictures today."
It turns out he borrowed it!
This surprised her even more than the fact that the camera was his own.
She had to admit that she was a little touched and a little relieved.
"Thank you on behalf of Pengpeng." She said gratefully.
He shook his head quickly and said anxiously, "I don't need your thanks, I just hope that you and Pengpeng can be happy!"
The inner voice just blurted out without thinking.
It’s so direct!
He was a little embarrassed and felt his cheeks getting warm.
She was slightly startled, a little surprised.
She understands him, and this is definitely not a show, because he doesn't understand those sweet words at all, but precisely because he doesn't understand, such words are even more touching.
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat unconsciously and turned his attention to Pengpeng.
He knelt down and said kindly, "Pengpeng, I'm sorry. Brother An An apologizes to you. Can you forgive me?"
"..." Pengpeng's eyes widened, his face full of confusion.
Pengpeng subconsciously looked up at Jimilan, and she gave him an approving nod and smile.
Bao Anrui kept up his efforts, "Pengpeng, can Brother An An take photos of you and Sister Milan? My skills are very good, and I will definitely take beautiful photos of you."
However, Pengpeng was still a little resistant to taking pictures. Although he didn't say anything, the small movements of his little hands that kept touching the hat still revealed his inner fragility.
"Pengpeng, let's stop wearing hats later. Brother An An has a way to help you make your photos look good, just like when you were not sick before, okay?"
Pengpeng was attracted by this huge temptation and asked innocently, "What can I do?"
"Let's keep it a secret for now! Let's take pictures first and then talk about it!" He deliberately remained mysterious.
Pengpeng's appetite was whetted even higher.
"Pengpeng, believe me, Brother An An. I am a magician. I can definitely make your photos look the best!"
Pengpeng was moved, but he didn't understand, so he raised his little head and asked Jimilan, "Sister Milan, is what he said true?"
Jimilan smiled and said, "It's true! This brother An'an is very powerful. He will definitely turn Pengpeng into the most handsome little boy in the world!"
"I don't want to be so handsome, as long as... I have hair." Pengpeng said shyly.
Bao Anrui patted his chest and assured, "Pengpeng, don't worry, Brother An An will definitely be able to do it!"
Pengpeng finally cheered up a little, but his face was still a little confused.
Jimilan pursed his lips and snickered.
Pengpeng doesn't understand, but she does. Isn't it just PS?
In fact, she has also thought about the problem of PS and tried it on the computer several times. However, her skills are limited and the photo processing is not very good.
She originally wanted to take pictures today and then find someone to help repair them another day.
Although her idea is feasible, after all, she cannot see immediate results today, so Pengpeng will inevitably be disappointed.
But now it's better, he can handle it!
"Come on, Pengpeng, let's go over there and take pictures. There's your favorite carousel over there!" She held Pengpeng's little hand.
"Yeah!" The little guy nodded vigorously, and then set off happily with his short legs.
"Come, look here, look at the camera...don't blink, smile...ok, don't move..."
"Okay, very good, here's another one..."
"Pengpeng straighten your shoulders, don't hunch your back... Okay, that's right, that's it..."
"Great! Pengpeng did a great job, keep smiling..."
Although he was only taking photos of children, Bo Anrui showed a more professional attitude than a professional photographer and patiently took photos one by one, striving for perfection in each one.
Because Pengpeng is very short, his height is not as long as his legs, so he has to squat on the ground, or even half-kneeling to get better results, but he doesn't care about this at all, and he doesn't even notice when his pants are stained.
.
However, just because he didn't notice it doesn't mean that Jimilan didn't notice it either.
She watched everything silently and remembered it in her heart.
Because she was still taking pictures, she had no time to think too much, but she felt that he was changing.
It's not that he has changed much, but that he is willing to try to change.
In fact, she doesn't know if his change is good or not. Everyone has their own personality and habits. She has never thought about changing him, so she has never hated him, but now, he is trying hard to do it for her.
make changes.
Her inner lake, which had been calm for a long time, was trembling slightly.
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