那几个夜晚里,辛媛总是反复的做着同样的梦境-,梦见她坐在四野无人的山坡上,身穿一袭白纱,头上戴着美丽的花环。春天里的微风那么温柔,她屈膝坐在微凉的草地上,甚至可以感觉的到地上刚刚生长出来的小草的嫩芽,坚硬却又不失柔软的摩擦着她的肌肤。离她不远处,举着相机的傅思恒背对太 In those few nights, Xin Yuan always repeated the same dream - dreaming of her sitting on a deserted mountainside, dressed in white yarn and wearing a beautiful wreath on her head. Spring breeze is so gentle, she knees sitting in the cool grass, and even can feel the grass just grow on the ground of young buds, hard but yet soft touch of her skin. Not far from her, holding a camera Fu Si Heng back to too