**He handed me an umbrella and took away half of my life. **
He borrowed a mobile phone on a rainy night, and he remembered it forever. Noble, sharp, like the tip of a knife quenching light - Qi Yan is someone you shouldn't get close to. But he asked me if I wanted to come with him, so I got in the car. Later, he took me into his office, into his home, and into his life full of shadows. I thought love could pave the way for everything, until that anonymous letter, until the lights in the ICU were on all night, until I left a bank card and a letter and ran away to teach in the mountains. Sewing schoolbags and building walls for children, making life transparent. I thought I was clean. Two years later, Qi Yan stood in front of me with old injuries and said, "Go back with me." This time I didn't run away. In the spring when yews and bamboo cypresses were planted in the courtyard, he said: "I have been looking for you for two years, because I know that you are too."
