Sunny Sky at Twelve Years Old, Rain at Thirty Years Old

When he was twelve years old, Chi Mo secretly hid Shu Ran's braids and smiling eyes into the clear light of memory. Ten years ago, a typhoon passed by and he saw her in a white coat rescuing people under a shack amid the turbulent waves. The moment the billboard fell down, his action to protect her was faster than his heartbeat - it turned out that some heartbeats would become functional over time. As soon as she escaped from the quagmire of betrayal, he barged in as a rescuer. From guarding the temporary medical center in Huacheng to the hot soup next door to the apartment in Shenzhen City, he used his silent tenderness to dry up her moist past bit by bit. Those longings hidden in the growth rings finally turned into a tacit understanding that needed no words at her mother's bedside. When her white coat and his overalls stood side by side in the morning light of Meishi, and when the children's laughter filled the courtyard, I realized that the heavy rain was never a footnote to the disaster. It was fate that deliberately lifted the dark clouds, allowing him to plant the sunshine that he had buried in his youth into a lifetime of sunshine that belonged to them.