In the summer when the girl in the light yellow dress broke into his frame, Lu Qing discovered for the first time that after the fog in the mountain city dissipated, what was left was not only the humidity, but also the light in her eyes.
Xie Jin used a hand-drawn atlas to take the taciturn boy all over the stairs and riverbanks of Chongqing, but he suddenly left in the hottest summer, leaving only the words "The promise is too heavy, we cannot afford it."
Three years later, Lu Qing's series of paintings "Time Dislocation" were exhibited in Chongqing. Each painting hid the outline of the same girl in a yellow skirt.
On the last day of the exhibition, he bumped into her with her hair cut short at the corner.
Xie Jin raised his head and asked him: "Have you read the answer hidden on the last page of the ledger?"
It turns out that the most painful miss is that time has already laid the foundation for reunion, but neither of us noticed it.
Intention: The deepest words of love are often hidden in the traces of pencil smearing; the longest waiting is the memory of living oneself into a city. All the seemingly misplaced time is to complete the unfinished confession at a higher place.
