The Photograph
Description
There’s only one photo in his pocket, and it's the only photo he keeps with him wherever he goes—onstage, on a walk, or out dancing.
It’s a picture of a girl. She’s young. She’s pretty. She’s smiling. The other side of the photo is blank. The edges of the photo are chipped and torn, but to him, it’s still perfect.
People begin to wonder what the photo means to him, but he doesn’t want to re-open the door to a place he can never return.
Foreword
"Did you have any experience chasing after girls?" the SOHU interviewer pressed.
He paused for a moment, craning the back of his neck, before answering, "Yes, of course."
"Can you share with us?"
"That was a really long time ago," he nudged his chin, eyes fixated on the floor before returning his gaze at his interviewer. His hands rummaged in his pocket, nipping at the edges of the photograph.
"When was it?"
He drew in a breath, seeming reminiscing those stored-away memories, before breaking out into an embarrassed laugh, "Probably . . . in junior high."
"Then did you succeed or get rejected?" the interviewer stifled a smile.
He broke out into another embarrassed chuckle, "When I first started, I probably failed . . ."
"So let's say you meet a person that you like but she rejects you, then will you continue to wait or will you start looking for someone else?"
"I will wait," he replied without hesitation. "Yeah, I will wait."
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