A string of piano sounds flow out like a stream. The sound is simple and clean, like a jingle ring, crisp and yet powerful.
Such a catchy melody...! Li Yun's hand, which was still unpacking snacks while reading, stopped instantly and stopped making any clattering noises.
The continuously repeated notes are powerful, and the cool gray-blue tone covers the entire screen. The protagonist walks from one side of the screen. He wears a dark black beret at an angle, and his light blond hair is slightly curled, flowing freely at the bottom of the hat. The ground is tilted up, neutralizing the angular facial contours and deep facial features.
The moving close-up shot is fleeting, and in just one or two seconds, one can deeply remember the pair of blue eyes that contain exploration and curiosity, but also are alert and cautious.
The hem of the coffee-colored trench coat swayed with his footsteps, and his short boots stepped on the cement floor with a thin layer of dust. The young and handsome explorer's eyes swept over the surrounding environment. The dust floating in the air was slightly crystal clear under the silver-blue moonlight. It is decorated with old graffiti, faded posters, discarded equipment and ancient furniture.
The wooden display shelves were broken and cracked, and the gray bottles, jars and jewelry boxes were piled up irregularly and tangled in spider webs. A dusty doll is curled up in the corner, a long strap with an indistinguishable color blocks the play button of an old-fashioned Walkman, a dusty dinner plate contains messy jewelry, and necklaces, bracelets, and pendants are tangled up.
The loop composed of piano and strings continues. It is loud and ethereal, but it increasingly makes this mysterious warehouse filled with thick silence.
The old box was quietly watching the protagonist's back in the corner. He seemed to have found the target. He leaned over and opened the probe on the turntable of the record player. His long and well-jointed fingers brushed off the dust on the surface of the object, and then took it away. in hand.
The metal chain fell down, and lying in the man's palm was a pocket watch. The folding watch cover was inlaid with small and delicate gems. The dust was like a coloring brush, filling up the complex patterns surrounding the gems one by one.
The explorer presses the button.
The gold pocket watch opened suddenly, the broken dial was filled with brilliance, and the hands of the two clock dials began to rotate counterclockwise at the same time.
The brilliance blooms and engulfs the figure of the protagonist.
The scene suddenly switches, and the low bass and strong drum beats suddenly join the piano melody, like a heavy object falling into the water, causing surging water splashes. In the dynamic rhythm, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes strode forward. His dark black beret and brown windbreaker had disappeared, replaced by a large printed T-shirt, contrasting ripped denim ninth pants and Low-top canvas shoes transform from light luxury and elegance to street fashion.
It was noon, and the dense crowd was chatting and laughing, passing in front of the camera. When he came back to his senses, the young man with curly hair changed his clothes, a baseball cap was hastily buckled on his head, and he wore a loose sports suit and sneakers casually. He jogged a few steps in the sunshine, and retreated a second before he collided with the bicycle. The second half of the step turned in a circle.
At the end of the circle, the brightly colored casual suit with broad shoulders replaced the sportswear, showing off the figure just right. The shirt with exaggerated and bold patterns was full of presence. The two-button collar was unbuttoned to reveal a cyan tattoo that spread from the collarbone to the neck.
The protagonist put his hands in his pockets and leaned forward slightly, stopping for a moment at the intersection. The traffic light switched, and a retro car with a round body drove past. The street scene changed, and the neon advertising lights faded into handwritten signs. The protagonist standing on the street was still the protagonist, but he already had short, straight golden-brown hair and a high nose bridge. Wearing sunglasses on top, a printed shirt underneath a short jacket, and loose jeans underneath.
The tough-looking man did not stop, with his long legs spread out and his back straight. His steps were smooth and rhythmic, which complemented the passionate music.
The camera followed him as he walked across the road and around the corner. The graffiti wall briefly blocked the audience's sight. In the blink of an eye, the scene changed again. The sea breeze carried a salty smell, the sky was blue and the clouds were soothing. The tough attire disappeared and turned round. Collared short-sleeved navy shirt and straight-leg cargo pants. The texture of the wheat-colored skin caused by wind and sun is rough, the man's chest and back muscles are full, and his exposed arms are tattooed. He took long strides through the crowd of twos and threes, and stepped on the deck with a pair of work boots.
The wind stirred the sails, the ship swayed, and the mast swayed across the frame from right to left, pushing away warm colors like paint. Under the soft halo, the sailboat disappeared. The black flat-top wide-brimmed hat covered the protagonist's meticulously combed blond hair. A slim suit and narrow-leg pants covered his fair skin. The suit had shoulder pads to highlight the back line, and the shirt He wears a striped narrow tie at the collar, and the brown leather shoes on his feet are classic in style.
This elite man carrying a long-handled umbrella and a briefcase stepped onto the steps and walked into the company. The load-bearing pillar blocked his profile. When he showed his figure again, there was no trace of the office around him. A gentleman in a tuxedo held a handheld A tortoiseshell rosewood cane passes by the arched single seat and curved sofa, and black nubuck leather shoes stand on the carpet with simple and abstract patterns.
At this moment, the ups and downs of the melody come to a climax like a tide, and the piano sound throughout continues the charming loop of music, gradually fading away with the embellishment of the electric guitar.
Li Yunshu and her boyfriend slowly closed their mouths that had been open for some time.
"Holy shit, he's so handsome." The boyfriend murmured unconsciously.
This is a time traveler’s drag show!
The protagonist played by Qin Jue is moving forward, but the times are regressing. The characters and time are in reverse. The screen uses smooth transitions of crowds, vehicles, buildings, etc. to create a long shot effect in one go. One shot is A new look, different scenes and tones change naturally. Qin's steps are by no means better than those of a model, which keeps the whole process flowing and not rigid at all.
This lens, this style, this atmosphere, this seemingly subtle style...
Totally installed! !
In just a short period of time, both music and clothing were filled with information, which firmly captured the attention of the audience. Li Yunshu and Li Yunshu did not even realize that the commercial was only over a minute long.
Just when the two thought the video was over and were about to have a heated discussion, the gentleman in the tuxedo gracefully moved to the mirror and straightened the single-breasted buttons and pointed lapels on the front of his clothes.
The piano sounds again, and unlike before, this melody is soft and lyrical, like a bouquet of flowers exuding a light fragrance, and like a trickle of drizzle, with a lingering romance.
The gentleman held the carved metal handle and opened the drawer. A bottle of perfume is like red wine in an ice bucket, leaning on a red velvet cushion. The round bottle is simple and elegant. The smooth glass makes the color of the liquid clearly visible. The silver-plated decoration lingering at the bottom creates a smoke-like effect. Noble and mysterious.
The black quartz crystal bottle cap is engraved with a delicate floral treble clef, echoing the Rhapsody Jazz on the perfume bottle. The gentleman untied the sapphire cufflinks, pulled up some of his sleeves, and unscrewed the bottle cap. The fine spray sprayed on the inside of his wrist. He clicked until it stopped, the wrists of his two hands touched each other, and then he raised his right hand.
The person in the mirror tilts his head slightly, and his fragrant wrist gently covers the skin on the side of his neck. His movements are graceful and graceful, showing an indescribable restrained sexiness.
The perfume bottle, slightly smaller than a palm, reflected the gentleman's back as he turned away. Suddenly, the screen rotated and it fell from the counter.
A slow motion scene unfolds, the treble clef on the bottle cap flickers with blue light, and the glass bottle and the liquid inside are crystal clear and sparkling.
The slender fingers caught the perfume bottle, and the scene changed quietly. The spacious and bright space and the large number of display cabinets implicitly showed that this was a modern store. The freckled girl wearing a turtleneck and thin shirt, with brown hair tied into a bun, blinked. With blue eyes, he looked curiously at the perfume in his hand.
Wait...Brother Jue? No, this is a girl...Brother Jue's sister? twin? Otherwise, why would they look exactly the same?
The freckled girl's appearance was so familiar that Li Yunshu was suddenly stunned and confused.
At this time, a delicate and clear female voice sings affectionately to the rising melody.
"One, step, closer..."
(come a little closer)
There was a brief blank moment, and a hand with sapphire cufflinks stretched out, together with a round perfume bottle, and gently covered the freckled girl's palm.
The girl looked up in surprise. The background blurred for a moment. She met a pair of blue eyes. A gentleman in a tuxedo who did not belong to the current era stood in front of her and looked at her.
The string ensemble suddenly rises, and the singer's affectionate voice becomes deeper and firmer.
"Ihavediedeverydaywaitingforyou."
(I have spent my whole life waiting for you)
"Darling, don't beafraid, Ihavelovedyouforathousandyears..."
(Dear, don’t be timid, my love for you has passed the test of thousands of years)
The moving mirror is gentle, the face of the freckled girl is looking up, and the gentleman in the tuxedo is slightly bowing his head. Time seems to be frozen at this moment. A bottle of perfume spans time and space. It is both accident and necessity that binds the two together.
"Iloveyouforathousandmore..."
(I love you beyond a thousand years)
The highly contagious singing voice stirs up waves of emotions, just like a lingering kiss in a love movie, or love at first sight in a romantic story. The two people facing each other are wrapped in a rich romantic atmosphere, and their eyes weave endless warmth and tenderness. .
The pictures are beautiful and the plot is easy to understand. Li Yunshu and her boyfriend unconsciously show their longing and resonance.
The silky sound of the violin drew down the curtain, and the scene turned to show the freckled girl standing in front of the cashier counter, carefully holding the hard-shell paper bag containing the perfume.
She walked towards the door, and the medium and close shot revealed more information: the girl was wearing a long skirt on her lower body and carrying a crossbody bag. This shop not only sells perfume collections, but also many jewelry and clothing, neatly arranged. Place in glass display case.
The music sounded quietly, gradually increasing from weak to strong, and the tune became obviously cheerful and bright, with a more modern style.
The freckled girl who was about to walk out of the store suddenly stopped and turned to the tall and elegant display cabinet next to the door.
High boots that look like military uniforms, high-waisted tight breeches, a top with leg-of-mutton sleeves, a top hat... This is a set of riding clothes from the last century.
The freckled girl subconsciously reached for the satchel at her waist, where a pony doll hung. It was cute in shape and had fine stitching. The slight wear and fading hinted at the traces of time.
The moment the girl's fingertips touched the doll, the soft light filter appeared along with the memories. The white-haired grandmother smiled kindly, and the little girl with brown hair and blue eyes sat on the floor and took it from her grandmother with a smile. Brand new pony doll.
"Haha, hahaha..."
Amid the laughter of children, a six- or seven-year-old girl moved forward with her pony, simulating a galloping horse. The next second, the doll horse head in the close-up suddenly transformed into a majestic horse!
"And every night my mind is running around her."
(Every night my thoughts are occupied by her)
The riding attire in the glass display cabinet no longer stays on the mannequin. It tightly wraps around the young woman's body and gallops with her on the majestic horseback to open the door of the banquet hall.
"Thunder"sgettinglouderandlouder."
(She stirred up waves in my heart, which became increasingly difficult to conceal)
The intensive clatter of horse hooves and the laughter of the little granddaughter playing house were once a heroic sight in my grandmother's personal experience.
Faster, faster!
The round-toed high boots firmly stepped on the stirrups, and under the silk top hat with a yellow ribbon, there was a waterfall of long brown hair. The woman held the reins tightly with both hands and rode the horse through the spacious corridor. From the wide and solemn marble steps outside the palace, Speeding down!
"Babyyou"relikelightninginabottle."
(My dear, you are like lightning in a bottle)
The heroic rider lowered his body and galloped past the fountain pool. His whip was bright and the sound of cracking in the air was heard. The dragon horse under his crotch raised its hooves in the wind. The rider rose and fell, the wind behind his ears, and his posture was like an endless mountain peak.
"Ican"tletyougonowthatIgotit."
(I can't let you go easily, because I know it deeply)
The tall horse's mane is flying in the wind, smooth and elegant like flowing satin, and the woman with a slight smile on her lips is getting taller and taller, galloping forward in the howling wind like passing through clouds and chasing the moon.
"AndallIneedistobe..."
(all I need is)
Courtyards, streets, forest roads... The woman's eyes are as blue as the sky, surging with strong joy and wildness. She doesn't stop for a moment, and the surrounding scenery passes quickly backwards, until the golden sunshine shines on the vast green grassland. The grass is flying, the woman's waist and hips are pinched, her hands suddenly pull up the reins, the horse neighs, a pair of front hooves kicks up the dust of broken grass, and leaps high.
"StruckbyyourelectricLOVE——!"
(Sinking in your love)
Under the scorching sun, the rider and the horse become one, and the figure is outlined by light and shadow with solid lines and tall outlines. As the song reached its climax, she suddenly opened her hands, facing the sun and embracing unlimited freedom!
"Handsome ah ah ah ah!!"
Li Yunshu and her boyfriend couldn't help but scream out at the same time. The picture in front of them was filled with passion and joy, and they were dazzled and fascinated by it.
"...Wait, so it's really Brother Jue himself?!"
The scene of the horseback riding gradually overlapped with the scene in "Feiyan". Li Yunshu stared at the female rider's curvaceous breasts uncontrollably.
However, before she could recover from the shock and confusion, a gust of wind blew away the woman's top hat, causing her long brown hair to spread out in the wind and flutter in the air.
The camera follows the top hat, which has the same purpose as the previous perfume bottle. It floats through the cracks of time and space. After a few seconds, the yellow ribbon surrounding the top hat deftly breaks away, swirling, flying, and tangled, and finally freezes in Between a head of thick oaken red hair.
"Huh?"
Li Yunshu and Li Yunshu were stunned for a moment, then realized that this was another scene change.
The redhead stood up from the dressing table. Her evening gown was embellished with fringes and sequins and had a wavy skirt.
A completely different face and a pair of emerald green eyes once again stunned Li Yunshu. It was obvious that this lady was not Qin Jue.
What on earth is going on...?
The red-haired woman tilted her head and looked in the mirror to adjust her hairband, which had some traces of antiquity but looked more elegant. Then she stood up, and when she opened the door, she raised her hand to cover her mouth in surprise.
There was a man in a black suit kneeling on one knee outside. He had been waiting outside for an unknown amount of time. At this moment, he raised his head, with affectionate blue eyes, and opened a gold-rimmed gift box with both hands. A diamond ring surrounded by gems and diamonds shone with luxury. of light.
The woman's other hand also raised, covering the lower half of her face with both hands, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
She stretched out her hand to accept his advances. The ring that the man gently put on her finger continued to enlarge on the screen, and the diamonds and gemstones seamlessly transformed into hall lights.
"Blue Danube Waltz" played, and the happy lovers hugged each other and walked onto the dance floor, dancing gracefully.
"Hey, why has Brother Jue turned into a boy again?...Uh, no, he was originally a boy too...but..."
Li Yunshu felt dizzy, and his eyes turned into two coils of mosquito coils.
The man and woman dancing the waltz rotated gracefully, and the colors gradually faded from the picture. A black and white photo left the figure of the two dancing together forever.
The lens zooms out, and the black and white photos with a very period feel are placed in the photo frame. The lens goes further, and an entire photo wall is revealed.
A young boy with messy blond hair is sitting on the ground. At first glance, he looks no different from today's youth. He wears a large T-shirt and military green wide-leg pants loosely, but his retro brass glasses frames and exquisite workmanship The mechanical watch he wears clearly reveals his preference. He has over-ear wired headphones on his head, and the end of the transmission line is connected to the old-fashioned Walkman in his hand.
Click, click, click... The boy played with the old Walkman with great interest, occasionally freeing his hand to push up his glasses.
Pressing the play button, the sound of electric guitar and synthesizer came. The psychedelic electronic music made the boy squint his eyes and move to the beat.
He was immersed in the magical melody. It took him a few seconds to realize that the room he was in was unknowingly cast in a deep color like a cosmic nebula. He stood up with his Walkman in surprise. The next second, particles were swirling like a vortex. It wrapped him in it, like the turbulent flow of time and space, magical and irregular.
The bright electric guitar single tone continues, and together with the sound effects of the synthesizer, it forms a brainwashing dance music rhythm. Under the strong drumbeat, the blond boy in the center of the screen is like a character in a dress-up game, with his clothes constantly changing to the rhythm. Change, sometimes it is a single-breasted suit, sometimes it is a slim suit with a spotted tie, sometimes it is a shirt with a lace collar and baggy jeans.
He was dizzy and tried to reach out his hand to stop this cross-dressing prank, but his movements became one pose after another. Not only did men's clothing from various periods appear on his body, but more women's clothing also joined in.
In this beat, his blond hair reaches his shoulders, and he wears a miniskirt under his loose-cut blouse; in the next beat, his hair is slightly curled at the end, and his printed dress swings in an elegant and playful arc as it rotates; in the second beat of eight, The round-neck polka-dot mid-waist tutu and the curvature of the chest shocked him; in the third beat, he (or she) pulled at the hem of the shift dress in surprise, raising his head in confusion yet curiosity. Raise the sleeves to reveal the embroidered design.
The clothes may be new or old, the gender may be male or female, the shape may be exquisite or simple, the style may be serious or lively... At this time, large-scale drag shows will return to the previous ones, presenting them one by one in a faster and more interesting form in a very short time. , it is despicable to take advantage of the audience's inattention and stuff all kinds of random outfits and combinations with the characteristics of the times into their minds.
Finally, the blond-haired young man was overwhelmed and fell backwards in a daze. The surrounding environment seemed to have been smashed into a pit by his body, spreading outward like ripples. The turbulence of time and space was no longer there, and only the neon balls were changing and flickering. , the music just played by the Walkman blended into the new scene without any sense of violation - this is a disco.
The people nearby closed their eyes and raised their hands, swaying and dancing, while the boy held his head and stared blankly.
At this time, his upper body was in a camisole with bright graffiti printed on it. The tight chest and abdomen lines and strong arms were clearly visible. The multi-layer strap necklace and silver pendant wrapped around his neck added a bit of flamboyance. As far as this outfit is concerned, there is nothing incompatible between him and the dance hall.
A slender figure walked over, wearing high-waisted tight leather pants that hugged her hot figure. The metallic off-shoulder top and exaggerated leather accessories made people unforgettable.
The charming red-haired girl reached out and pulled up the misty young people, and they joined the crowd, twisting their bodies to the beat of the drums under the shining lights.
The camera repeatedly flashed across the red-haired woman's smile, and the boy, immersed in the music and dancing, gradually became intoxicated. They looked at each other and moved, and their feelings became more intense.
"Ifeelmyheartbeating, Ifeelmyheartunderneathmyskin."
(I can feel my heart beating and blood flowing under every inch of my skin)
"Ifeelmyheartbeating,ohyoumakemefeel.."
(I can feel my heart beating, you make me feel it)
"LikeI"mALIVEagain! "
(if reborn)
The clear and full voice seemed to be born to match this dynamic tune. The blond young man held the red-haired girl's waist and walked towards a dark and deserted corner. The girl turned back and pushed him against the wall with a charming smile.
"Oops...!" The plot suddenly moved toward Xiangyan, and Li Yunshu honestly showed excitement.
",tomeshe"dsay."
(Spread your charm on me, she said)
The distance between the two people got closer and closer, becoming more and more ambiguous. The young man's strap necklace was shaking, and beneath it was his chest heaving due to rapid breathing.
"Everything you want" sadreamaway."
(Everything you want is no longer a dream)
The red-haired girl's green eyes reflected his drunken face, and her red lips came closer, about to exchange warm breaths with him.
"Underthispressure, underthisweight."
(Under this strong pressure)
The blond young man's expression was intoxicated with anticipation, mixed with shyness and nervousness. He unconsciously moved his eyes downward, and the camera simulated the boy's gaze. The woman's leather neck ring was getting closer and closer in the picture, and the bright rubies embedded in it shimmered under the constantly rotating rainbow dome.
"Wearediamondstakingshape!"
(We are like diamonds being carved to shine)
The chorus is like a signal flare, drawing out a long line of smoke to divide the scene. The close-up turns in and out, the ruby in the neck ring is embedded in the middle and upper part of the egg-shaped ornament, the disco and the strong rhythmic dance music disappear together, the blue-eyed young man reaches out to cover his forehead, and after a while his vision returns to clearness.
He was sitting at a solid wood dining table, opposite a carefully carved chair. The silverware, porcelain and glassware on the table all showed elegance and nobility. The exquisite reliefs and chandeliers on the ceiling, the bordered hand-painted murals on the walls, the oil paintings on the walls and the fireplace are both simple and simple, gorgeous and harmonious, and the furniture with intricate patterns are placed in the room in an orderly manner, creating a luxurious and elegant atmosphere. Atmosphere.
As soon as the beautiful and smooth melody and the unique female voice sound, the listener will feel the unique and strong French style.
As if aware of the approaching figure, the young man turned his head and looked.
A fair-haired lady walked gracefully and elegantly, holding up her skirt, walking from a short distance away.
She wore a low-cut ruffled dress with lots of lace, and her blue eyes were hidden behind a fine mesh veil under a small top hat.
Li Yunshu's expression at this moment was exactly the same as that of the young man on the screen.
She stared blankly at this classical lady sitting down on the empty chair across from her. She felt like she was being sucked into the turbulence of time and space, her mind was confused and she had lost the most basic ability to think.
This, this, this... Qin Jue?
Qin Jue? ? ?
Same hair color, same eye color, same appearance.
Different eras, different clothes, different genders.
Li Yunshu watched in bewilderment as the two "Qin Jue" had dinner face to face. The female voice in the background music was superb and her voice was mellow. It seemed that it had been baptized by the years. Therefore, whether she was singing in a low voice or singing loudly, it was the same. Simple and affectionate.
The memory returns to the meeting between the tuxedoed gentleman and the freckled girl across time and space a moment ago. Li Yunshu couldn't help but wonder, what is the relationship between the two people in the picture...?
The blond young man seemed to have the same question as her. His eyes rolled around, and he frequently cast searching glances at the lady across from him during the meal.
The lady just looked back with a smile and said nothing.
The lingering singing still continued, and the young man's modern clothes were incompatible with this private dining room. For a moment, he hesitantly put down his silver knife and fork, tentatively raised his wine glass, and greeted the lady.
The lady pursed her lips, smiled, and raised her glass.
The two clinked glasses, and there was a "ding" sound, and the rim of the glass hit with a crisp and pleasant sound.
Where the wine glasses touch, the picture continues to enlarge, and the slight deformation effect is just like the scene presented in a divination crystal ball. The video changed again, and in a blink of an eye, the blond young man's camisole and strap necklace were replaced by a neat shirt and sweater.
Dressed like a modern college student, he sat in a daze on a bench outside the library, with two or three books on the Victorian era on his lap.
After a while, the young man stretched out his hand, a necklace fell from his fingertips, and the bronze round pendant opened.
He raised his head slightly and stared at the old photo of a lady wearing a lace dress in the pendant. His eyes were full of reminiscence and doubt, as if he was trying to confirm whether this was his previous life or one of his ancestors.
At this time, there was another pendant hanging down from the ground.
The young man looked at him in surprise, his expression strangely stagnant - standing in front of him was a red-haired girl with a pair of emerald-like green eyes. She was leaning forward gently, blocking it with her pendant as if mischievously. Got his.
The blond young man stretched out his hand and held two pendants of similar styles in his palm.
He saw another old photo. The gentleman in the photo was solemn and had thick red hair. Just like himself and the lady, the gentleman and the girl in front of him were very similar, as if... they were the same soul from different eras and different genders.
Soft string music spreads.
Just like the green leaves whirling towards the clear sky, and like the branches deeply rooted in the blue sea bottom, the two people looked at each other and fell in love with each other.
"Wisemansay, onlyfoolsrushin."
(A wise man once said that only fools fall in love)
"ButIcan"thelpfallinginlovewithyou."
(But I still can't help but fall in love with you)
The magnetic and warm male voice is both singing and narrating, conveying delicate emotions.
The camera moved to the blue sky, and as it slowly descended, the young man and the girl, who had grown up a little, were already holding hands, wearing pairs of engagement rings, and their eyes were exchanged with deep affection, as if they were a pair of lovers who were about to get married. Dependent couple.
The picture has a soft transition. An old hand tremblingly opens a wedding invitation with "To Grandfather and Grandmother" printed on the cover, and touches the photo of the newlyweds with his fingers.
The gray-haired grandfather looked over and over at the invitation, then took off the necklace around his neck, where an ancient key hung.
He used crutches and came to the deepest room on the second floor.
Opening the door, a huge wedding photo came into view, followed by rows and rows of photo frames. The photo frames contained everything about the young grandmother, who passed away in her most beautiful years.
The furnishings in the room silently tell of the couple's sweet love in the past, and a touch of nostalgia and sadness creep onto the grandfather's face, which is no longer young.
"Shall I stay, would it beasin."
(If I choose to stay, is it a sin?)
"IfIcan"thelpfallinginlovewithyou..."
(If I really can't help but fall in love with you)
Grandfather took a deep look at the pile of photos, then walked to the locker, pulled out an ancient wooden box, and opened it carefully.
A handful of dried flowers, a handful of stuffed butterfly bookmarks, letters, love letters, photo albums...
The years silently witnessed everything in the past, and dusty old things came to light one after another. Finally, he opened the red velvet cloth and carefully picked up a white wedding dress.
The scene turned again, the sun was gentle, the breeze was caressing the leaves, and the red carpet stretched on the soft lawn to the wedding podium.
The red-haired girl was wearing a retro-style wedding dress, holding a flower in one hand and holding her father in the other, walking forward step by step.
Flowers and green plants carefully decorated the arched curtain in front of the rostrum. Young men in suits and leather shoes stood at the end. The style of my grandfather's black suit was old, but it could be seen that it had been well kept and had a classic flavor of the time.
The bride holding her father's arm gradually came closer. Her eyes turned red and she closed her eyes. She quickly picked up her skirt and ran towards the man who would become her husband today.
The white gauze is flying like a jumping young pigeon.
The bride's running figure with tears and laughter transformed into another red-haired girl in the eyes of her grandfather. At that time, he was waiting on his knees outside her door to propose, and "The Blue Danube" played for them to dance together. movement.
Congratulations on the newlyweds and miss the old friends.
"ywholelife, too."
(Take my hand and hold my life too)
"ForIcan"thelpfallinginlovewithyou..."
(Because I can't help but fall in love with you)
The groom took three steps at a time and rushed forward to catch his wife, picked her up and spun her around in circles, with happy smiles on their faces.
They were spinning, spinning, time was quietly flowing back, the figures embracing each other gradually changed, the wavy skirts swayed, the wedding dress turned into an evening dress decorated with tassels and sequins, the grandfather gently held his wife's waist and stepped on it. The waltz dance went around and around the banquet hall.
Spin, spin, the past events of the past gently fade away, and the bright smiling faces of the bride and groom appear in the picture again.
Applause rang out to offer sincere blessings to the newlyweds. The melody intertwined by strings and piano came to an end in a romantic and solemn atmosphere. The grandfather clapped vigorously, his eyes were filled with emotion, and his face was moved.
Outside the screen, Li Yunshu and Li Yunshu made a soft "a" sound.
"So those are the grandparents from back then..." My boyfriend has always had a weak resistance to content related to elders' family ties. Now he was a little tearful and touched his nose uncomfortably while speaking.
"Oh, I obviously left so much blank space, but I don't know why I just cried..."
Li Yunshu's heart was heavy and itchy, filled with a series of emotions including being moved.
In the picture, the applause gradually subsided, and a handsome and upright blond young man in a groom's suit straightened his sleeves and walked towards the grand piano on the podium.
Sit down, lift the cover of the piano, and let your ten fingers fall naturally with your wrist.
The quiet and soft sound of the piano flows from the fingers, and the black and white keys are like the switch of time. The young man closes his eyes and plays, the surrounding environment changes softly, and his clothes also change accordingly.
Warm strings and grainy husky voices naturally join in:
"Isee trees of green, red roses, too."
(I saw green trees and red roses)
"Iseethembloomformeandyou."
(I saw them open for you and me)
"AndIthinktomyselfwhatawonderfulworld."
(I can't help but think, what a wonderful world this is)
In the light and gentle rhythm of jazz, the blond-haired young man changed from a groom at a lawn wedding to a performer in the concert hall, to a pianist at a ball, to a young master in the castle...
His well-tailored dress turned into a stiff tuxedo and shiny leather shoes, into a lazy and casual suit and soft boots, into a fedora hat, a long-sleeved shirt with a stand-up collar, and dark gray high-waisted striped suspender trousers...
As the scene changes and time passes, the sound of the piano becomes softer and softer until it is completely covered by the warm and soothing singing, and the music seamlessly turns into background music.
"Iseeskiesofblueandcloudsofwhite."
(I see blue sky and white clouds)
"Thebrightblessedday, thedarksacrednight."
(Bright and lucky day, deep and deep night)
"AndIthinktomyselfwhatawonderfulworld."
(I can't help but think, what a wonderful world this is)
One scene after another is condensed into soap bubbles blown by children, shining with colorful light in the sun, constantly floating and rising.
The bubbles flew towards the clouds, and the dazzling sunlight made people dizzy. Within a second or two of avoiding sight, the transition to the white screen was over. The morning light gradually emerged, and a ray of post-dawn light passed through the cracks in the wooden strips of the window frame. Dispel the darkness in the old warehouse.
The explorer, wearing a brown windbreaker and a dark beret, lay on the dusty ground and opened his blue eyes.
He still held the gold pocket watch in his hand. It was still ticking, but it no longer rotated counterclockwise. It just moved forward inaccurately like any old clock.
The protagonist with light blond hair looked confused. After a while, he sat up and his eyes wandered around again.
The dust in the air is still crystal clear, but the old and broken objects seem to have been slightly repaired by some mysterious power, and are no longer covered with dust and cobwebs as before.
He saw the dull shadows of the ancient furniture fade away, and the surface seemed to become warmer. He also saw that the rust stains on the metal utensils seemed to be smoothed by invisible hands, exuding some of their original luster. The ancient artifacts that were forgotten by time and eroded by time seem to have regained their due vitality. Although it is not much, this small change is still incredible, and I feel surprised and delighted from the bottom of my heart.
The protagonist looked at them quietly, rubbing his thumb lightly on the cover of the pocket watch.
His expression became solemn little by little, and there was a little tenderness of reminiscence in the solemnity.
A cut shot shows the protagonist walking out of a quiet warehouse, the pocket watch chain pinned to his clothes swaying gently with his steps. He walked toward the audience outside the screen, and then walked out of the viewfinder. The camera moved accordingly, tracking his back. As he entered and exited the room, the scene naturally transitioned to the magnificent reception hall, and the protagonist's body was full of coffee. The colorful trench coat disappeared and was replaced by a tuxedo that was exquisite and decent but not completely new.
""
(The colors of the rainbow in the sky are so beautiful)
"Arealsoonthefacesofpeoplegoingby."
(reflected on the faces of passers-by)
"Iseefriendsshakinghandssayinghowdoyoudo."
(I saw friends shaking hands and saying hello)
"They"rereallysayingIloveyou."
(They are saying: I love you)
The protagonist stood on the booth and toasted to the guests.
The warm music silently witnessed his profile as he told the story. The curtain opened, and beams of soft lights shone on the staggered transparent display cabinets and isolation guardrails, pieces of vintage clothing, jewelry, furniture, and art. Products are displayed in it. This is an affectionate and time-honored exhibition, and it is the conversation that he most wants to lead the world to have as a collector.
At this moment, antiques are not relics. They are nostalgia for the past, respect for history, the imprint of time that has accumulated to this day, and the resonance of human emotions.
"IhearbabiescryIwatchthemgrow."
(I hear babies cry and watch them grow)
"They"lllearnmuchmorethanI"lleverknow."
(They will learn far more than I will)
"AndIthinktomyselfwhatawonderfulworld."
(I can't help but think, what a wonderful world this is)
The low-pitched and deep singing voice floats leisurely, telling the past and conveying the power of warmth.
The exhibition came to an end, and the night was dark. The protagonist lingered in the gorgeous retro collection room, and his blue eyes showed the unique clarity and nostalgia after all the vicissitudes of life.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head, his slender figure blending into the pieces of vintage clothing.
"YesIthinktomyself...whatawonderfulworld..."
(I can't help but think, what a wonderful world this is)
Amidst the warm and moving music, one or two straight lines with rounded corners outline simple geometric figures in the center of the picture, and cursive characters slowly emerge.
VINTAGE·：RE
After the fixed "RE", words flowed by quickly like flowing gravel in an hourglass.
REVISIT
(recall)
RETURN
REMINISCE
Finally, it settled on one word.
VINTAGE·：RECREATE
(Vintage·An invitation through time: reappearance)
