Seven years ago, he said, "We're done here." The phone went from being disconnected to empty, as if it had disappeared from the world.
Seven years later, Shen Zhiyi saw the words "Lu Yanzhou" on an urban renewal project contract. Her pen paused as she signed. On the day they exchanged documents, he stretched out his hand and said, "Long time no see." She held it and said, "Long time no see."
The two pretended that nothing had happened.
She is the editor-in-chief of the independent magazine "Evening Breeze", and she uses all her savings to support an unprofitable publication; he is the investment director, cold-faced and rarely talks, his shirt cuffs are always rolled up twice, and his trump card is never revealed at the negotiation table. Everyone thought they were just "college seniors".
But only she knew that he had subscribed anonymously to every issue of the magazine for seven years, and his "favorite preface" was always written in the letters column.
Only she didn't know that he drew a hand-drawn architectural book called "In the Evening Breeze", which took seven years from the basement in Beijing to the office building in Shanghai.
In Shanghai during the rainy season, the rain softens old wounds. Lin Wei's appearance pierced the first thorn, and a text message triggered a double question on that rainy night - "Why did you leave back then?" "You went to see her, right?"
He stood in the rain and told two truths: that his family was bankrupt and he didn't want to implicate her; and that he went to see Lin Wei to refuse her face to face.
And she spent seven years waiting for an explanation, and it also took her seven years to learn one thing: the separation was not because she didn't love her, but because she was not mature enough.
The evening breeze can take away everything, except a person's heart.
