[Sober mature female editor x affectionate restraint architect]
[Reunion after a broken mirror + Reunion after a long separation + Perfection of two families + BE aesthetics]
Seven years ago, Wei Shu deleted the confession text message and only replied to Yan Yesong, "I wish you a bright future."
At that time, she thought it was a pity to miss him.
Seven years later, it was snowing in Beijing. At a gathering of old classmates, Wei Shu watched Yan Yesong skillfully peel shrimps for his wife and wipe his son's mouth.
The young man who was as cold and arrogant as snow in front of her finally became someone else's husband and father.
After the dinner, Yan Yesong sent Wei Shu home.
The snow outside the car window is getting heavier and heavier, covering the 39th North Latitude into a vast expanse of white.
Yan Yesong took out a graduation photo from his wallet with the "hand contact" cut out, and asked softly: "If I had persisted, would you have stayed in Beijing for me?"
Wei Shu looked at the passing street scene outside the window and smiled with relief: "Yansong, you are an architect. You know that if the foundation is not laid well, the building will collapse. At that time, the foundation was unstable."
This is not a story of reconciliation.
These are two people who once loved each other and found their own warmth in their respective harbors.
The snow falls silently, everyone is safe.
Reader comments
The snow was still falling outside the window, but she could no longer hear it. She only heard her own heartbeat, very slow and steady, like a person walking in the snow, step by step, step by step.
Went very far.
It was so far away that when I looked back, the footprints I came from were already covered in snow.
It was white and there was nothing.
The content is very gentle, and it slowly tells the stories of those young people. I tried to find answers in the story, and also tried to imagine a different ending, but this is reality, this is life, and everyone must respect their own choices.
The snow was still falling outside the window, but she could no longer hear it. She only heard her own heartbeat, very slow and steady, like a person walking in the snow, step by step, step by step. Went very far. It was so far away that when I looked back, the footprints I came from were already covered in snow. It was white and there was nothing.
The content is very gentle, and it slowly tells the stories of those young people. I tried to find answers in the story, and also tried to imagine a different ending, but this is reality, this is life, and everyone must respect their own choices.