He Lanjing would always meet Fu Yunshen in front of the freezer at a convenience store at three o'clock in the morning.
She counted the number of times he blinked when he smoked Seven-Star Blueberry, remembered the scratch on the third button on his windbreaker, and could even judge his mood today from how hard he pushed the door open.
Seven years, two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days and nights, she was the quietest backdrop in his life.
Fu Yunshen knows everything.
Knowing that her thermos cup will always contain the osmanthus oolong he mentioned casually,
Knowing that the unfinished oil painting in her studio showed his silhouette,
Knowing the password to her cell phone was the date they first met.
He just didn't say anything, just like watching a flower stubbornly growing in the crack of the wall.
When the wedding invitation was delivered to her, the gilded words hurt her eyes.
He Lanjing checked "attend on time" on the receipt, and then continued to go to the convenience store at three in the morning.
Wait for him to come buy cigarettes, wait for him to sit down and say, "Stay up late painting again?", Wait for his words that will never be uttered -
"Don't leave."
"I waited for you until thirteen minutes before closing, like waiting for someone who will never love me."
"I know you're waiting for me, but there are certain paths, and once you choose them, you can't look back."
This is a one-person pantomime that lasted for seven years. When it ended, there was no applause, only the closing lights went out one by one.
And those who love deeply finally learn: some roses are born to bloom in the middle of the night when no one can see them.
