“A northern girl who looks like she’s from the south, and a southern young man with just a guitar and a sketchbook.”
From the moment they first met, Mo Yan knew that their paths would cross again: a young artist who didn’t know how to socialize, and a northern girl who was ill and wanted to see the world. They would save each other and fall in love.
When they met again at the No. 21 bus stop in Beihai, their eyes met. Xu Mo gazed at his familiar face, tears filling her eyes. Standing beneath a tree, Mo Yan said to her, “Long time no see, my northern girl. This time, I won’t lose you again.”
Xu Mo looked at his face and laughed through her tears. To Mo Yan, standing beneath the tree, she said, “Long time no see, my southern gentleman. This time, I’ll stay by your side forever.”
