
Under the Eaves, Spring Slowly Returns
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Green tiles cover the eaves, moss marks cover the steps, and the small courtyard deep in the old Jiangnan alley hides Lin Wanxing's tenderness and melancholy for half of his life. Three years ago, she dragged her suitcase across the bluestone at the entrance of the alley, buried all her thoughts in this ancestral house, guarded a garden of camellias, and opened a small shop selling only sweet soup and second-hand books. The sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed in the morning mist, the yellowed book pages turned over in the dusk, the days are as slow as the rain dripping from the eaves, gently ironing out the wrinkles of the past. Until that late spring afternoon, Su Yanci pushed open the creaking wooden door. He is a well-known architectural designer, but he came here to restore an ancient house in an old alley. His body is dusty, but his eyes are filled with warmth that blends well with the courtyard. He would help her move the wooden steps blocking the road in the early morning, sit with her on the stone steps in the evening and watch the sunset, and take the sweet soup from her with a smile. The inadvertent touch of his fingertips was like the spring breeze blowing across the lake, causing tiny ripples. The dusty past was quietly revealed, and Lin Wanxing realized that the heartbeat of a sudden glimpse in his youth had never been buried by the years. Su Yanci also admitted that for half his life, he had been looking for this alley that made him feel at ease, looking for the figure that he could never forget. The camellias under the eaves are in full bloom again, and spring is as deep as the sea. This time, no one said farewell anymore, only two hearts slowly moved closer in time, and went together for a gentle return journey that was many years late.
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