Gu Yaoyin chased Jiang Heng for five years.
In the past five years, she helped him attract investment, fill in holes, and blushed on the show and said, "I like Mr. Jiang like that." He always said, "Yaoyin, you are so kind to me," and then turned around and entered the same hotel with her sister.
On the night of the awards ceremony, she stood at the door of the dressing room, holding the stomach-nourishing soup she had queued for forty minutes to buy. I heard him say to his sister: "If she didn't have many fans and could help me attract investment, who would be willing to marry an ancestor."
The thermos bucket fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
She squatted down to pick up the fragments, and the bleeding didn't stop from the cut on her finger.
That night she went back to the old alleys of Nancheng. The old house has been vacant for ten years, and the key has been hanging on the bag and is so rusty that it can hardly be turned. Grass grew in the cracks of the stone steps in front of the door. In the middle of the night, there was a man sitting on the threshold.
Wearing a gray jacket, there is an old backpack at his feet. In the bag is a roll of maps with roughened edges. He held a piece of paper in his hand, which was extremely yellowed. It was written when she was ten years old: "Lu Yu, if you come back, knock on my door."
He would come back every winter on vacation and stand at the door for a while.
This year is the tenth year.
He looked up and saw her, folded the note and put it in his pocket, saying, "I knocked. You're not here."
Gu Yaoyin squatted down on the cold stone steps and looked at him. The palm of her hand was still bleeding, and she felt pain only when the dark blue handkerchief was wrapped around her.
She said: "I have been chasing Jiang Heng for five years, but I have failed. You have been waiting for me for ten years, how about I chase you instead?"
He said, no need. Because when you chase him, I'm chasing you.
