On the big screen that covered the entire wall, a photo was being displayed.
A gray background, a little girl in ragged clothes and messy hair, holding a hamburger given by someone unknown, extending the patty to a stray dog squatting beside her.
She was smiling, showing her cute little canine teeth, her dirty face had eyes that shone bright like a starry sky.
This photographic work has a unique name—"Hungry"
"The gold award-winning piece comes from the famous Chinese photographer Ji Sang. Unfortunately, Ji Sang could not attend the award ceremony due to a global tour, but let us give Ji Sang a warm round of applause in gratitude for bringing us such an incredibly beautiful work."
The applause below was thunderous.
Sitting in the VIP seat, Fu Yisi was indifferent, arms crossed over his chest, uninterested in the excitement. Ye Lin, next to him, stopped her fervent clapping, poked him discontentedly, and said,
"I say, Fu Yisi, isn't that enough? Your wife won a gold award! Aren't you excited at all? Ah Shang couldn't come to take the award, you should at least be happy for her, you hear me?"
Fu Yisi furrowed his brow, indifferent to his mother's accusation, emotionlessly retorting,
Ye Lin rolled her eyes, unable to comprehend how such a sunny and lively person like herself could have a son who dislikes talking so much.
"Ah Shang will be back in a few days, you have to go to the airport to pick her up. It's your duty as a husband!"
Ye Lin poked him with her finger again, deflating slightly.
Fu Yisi's brow furrowed even deeper, barely tolerating it, he pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped the spot she had poked.
Is this really my son? What kind of son despises his own mother? His obsession with cleanliness is really too strange!
Fu Yisi stared at the screen displaying Ji Sang's profile, his eyes utterly unmoved.
His wife, Ji Sang, was a photographer.
That was all he knew about his wife of half a year.
At S City International Airport, Ji Sang, wearing sunglasses, clad in simple white T-shirt and jeans, carrying a travel backpack, and pulling a suitcase, was looking for the car that came to pick her up.
After half a year away from China, the moment she stepped off the plane and smelled the scent of her homeland, she felt a profound warmth, dissipating the fatigue from the hours of flight. Though she traveled abroad to gather materials, she couldn't deny that her motherland was what truly left the biggest impact on her.
Thus, she set her suitcase aside, carefully took out her DSLR from her backpack.
On the highway to the airport, Fu Yisi connected a call via Bluetooth as soon as it was turned on, Ye Lin's voice burst forth,
"You scoundrel, today is the day Ah Shang gets back, did you pick her up? Your dad and I are waiting at home for you two to have dinner."
"So did you pick her up or not?"
"Exactly, saying a couple more words won't kill you, alright, not talking more, come home early, be careful on the road."
Hanging up the phone, Fu Yisi habitually furrowed his brows.
His mother always complained about his lack of words, and likewise, he did not like people who talked too much.
Arriving at the airport, Fu Yisi found a parking spot and parked.
Ye Lin was initially worried that he would not be able to find Ji Sang, so she specifically left Ji Sang's phone number in his phone. However, as soon as Fu Yisi reached the airport exit, he recognized her.
The woman holding the DSLR.
Fu Yisi stood for a moment, waiting until she packed up her gear before he walked over.
Ji Sang was startled by the sudden figure appearing in front of her. The man was standing right in front of her, blocking the light, and at first, Ji Sang didn't recognize that the man was Fu Yisi, her husband.
Mistaking someone... Ji Sang swallowed the last three words.
After her eyes adjusted to the environment, she naturally recognized that the man standing in front of her was the same man she had registered their marriage with at the civil affairs office half a year ago.
Her thoughts suddenly drifted back to six months ago, when she and Fu Yisi had met through an arranged blind date by their elders, and the very next time they met was at the civil affairs office.
He said: "Let's get married."
His face was indifferent, yet his brows were slightly furrowed.
Perhaps seeing her too surprised, he rarely explained,
"Don't want the family to keep pushing."
That was the most he had ever spoken during their two encounters.