Reunited five years later, he trapped me next to a wall of ruins that was about to be demolished.
"Shen Weixi," his breath burned his ears, but his voice was as cold as ice, "in the past five years, have you ever had any regrets when you dreamed about it at midnight?"
I looked up at him against the dust of broken bricks and smiled in a distant and professional manner: "Mr. Lu, according to Article 26 of the Cultural Relics Protection Law, your current behavior is suspected of damaging the survey site."
Later, I presided over the restoration of the old house in Bai Yueguang that was dear to his heart. With red eyes, he paid the sky-high price: "Stop repairing it! I just want you... To come back to me."
I spread out the drawing, pointed to the cracks in the core load-bearing beam, and asked softly: "Lu Chengyuan, look here. If something is broken, it will no longer be able to bear the original weight, right?"
