He saw her for the first time at the museum mural restoration site. She was standing barefoot on the scaffolding repairing the Feitian mural.
The silver chain on his white ankle jingled with his movements. He stopped in the dark, and as a person who has read everything in the world, he heard his heartbeat lose control at that moment. And she was completely unaware of the intruder.
Three months later, the city's key cultural relics restoration project was open for bidding. He sat at the head of the conference table and tapped his fingertips on the only application form without a company lettering: "I want her."
He approached in the name of work, and the restoration project started, which became the beginning of his exception. He drove to her late at night to bring her a cup of red date and ginger tea, handed her the hand-drawn notes collected by her uncle to explain her dilemma about paint ratios, and asked someone to bring back a piece of Yabai wood from thousands of miles away, just to dispel the dull old wood smell in the old house. Everything is done properly and calmly.
When he was ill, he came to visit her, and she sat on the sofa: "Are you trying to take advantage of this?"
His answer was:
"What I want is that I can be there whenever you need me."
He knew that from the first time they met, light came into the locked attic in his heart, and then it illuminated the rest of his life.
