I would rather drag my suitcase out of the airport when the rain in London is as thick as silk. There are still photos of Chen Yu and Chen Yu in the past five years stored in the phone. My fingertips ran across the screen and finally pressed the delete button.
The apartment she rented was on an old street, and the Chinese architect Shen Qingcong lived next door. When they first met, he was helpless about the leaking faucet. She knocked on the door, and he went to solve the problem for her with a toolbox in his hand without saying a word.
Shen Qingcong seemed to see through her depression and often invited her to visit her on the grounds that "new neighbors should take care of each other".
She goes to the corner cafe. He never asked about her past, but when she stared out the window in a daze, he said softly: "The sunset on this street is more beautiful than you think."
I would rather start following Shen Qingcong around art galleries and walking along the Thames River. He would listen to her talk about the bands she liked in the past, and when she messed up the Chinese food, he would smile and say, "It doesn't matter, I can make it."
One evening in late autumn, the two said goodbye downstairs in the apartment. Shen Qingcong suddenly said: "I would rather, the rain in the past would always stop." His eyes were serious, like lights lighting up in the dark night. Ning longed for him, and suddenly realized that the heartache she felt when thinking of Chen Yu had turned into warmth when she thought of Shen Qingcong.
On New Year's Eve, fireworks are set off over the London Eye. Shen Qingcong took Ning Ning's hand and asked softly: "Can I accompany you on the next road?" Ning Ning nodded with a smile, and the fireworks bloomed in the night sky. She knew that a new story had begun.
"Yuanyuan, have you heard a song?"
"What?"
"I would give up everything for you."
"Shen Qingcong, I have never been a bold person, I can only escape. So I don't want to live in another strange city anymore."
Intention: Exotic, mature, lover