In the foggy city of Chongqing, she came on a business trip and he came to contact her. She thought he was as cold as a machine, and he thought she didn't understand the rules.
He is the eldest son who is pinned to this mountain city by responsibility, and she is a northern girl who is used to wandering. An umbrella that was not big enough for two people, a bowl of ginger soup made after a heavy rain, a phone call that came on time late at night, and a bouquet of flowers that left him at a loss - they approached each other in their own clumsy way, like two trees tentatively stretching their branches in the fog.
Loveliness will also be worn away. He is silent, she is thorny. He hadn't learned to set his eyes on her yet, and she had already accumulated too much disappointment in waiting.
Later she went to the south and grew new pothos on the balcony. The fog in the mountain city will still disperse, just like some people have come here just to let you learn to say goodbye.
