When I was thirty-four, I got divorced. Twelve years of marriage, no cheating, no quarrels, just no children.
The night after completing the formalities, I went to see Chen Chusheng's concert. Sitting next to me was a man who was my neighbor's brother whom I met in the countryside when I was a child. We hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, and the first words I said when we met again were "I just got divorced today." He said "me too".
Later, he began to appear in my life - when I was on duty at night, I would send a message saying "Instant noodles tonight", when I was working overtime late, I would send a message saying "I was just passing by", and on weekends I would knock on the door and deliver a bowl of porridge cooked by myself. He never asked me "are you okay", he was just there.
I thought he was just taking care of a recent divorcee. It wasn't until his colleague jokingly said, "It would be nice to have another daughter" that I realized that I was standing by the window of his house, and there was an entire Milky Way between me and the living room.
I took a step back. He chased for a long distance.
This was a chance encounter after a divorce, and it was also two injured people. After walking for a while, they finally met each other.
