"Dr. Jiang, have we met in a dream?" Tian Zhi was admitted to the hospice hospital. Here, she met psychiatrist Jiang Che - the boy in a white shirt who had traveled through her dreams for ten autumns. In reality, Jiang Che was calm and restrained, but when he saw the ginkgo picture in her album, he accidentally spilled the tea. He knew every unspoken habit of hers, would hum the melody of her dreams when she was in pain, and even the scars on his wrists were exactly the same as the boy in her dreams. "It's just empathy," he explains of their tacit understanding. But until she found an old sketchbook in his drawer - it was filled with drawings of its appearance, and the date started three years ago. The last page read: "I found her, but it was too late. That rainy night, she huddled up in bed in pain and heard his suppressed cry outside the door: "Zhiqiu, I dreamed of you again..." She opened the belongings of his fiancée Ye Zhiqiu and found the last painting she painted before she died.
The scar on the wrist of the boy under the ginkgo tree is clearly visible. Next to the painting was written a line of small words: "Next time we will meet sooner." It turned out that for the past ten years, she had been dreaming of another girl's unfinished dream, loving the person she had no time to love. On the last page of the picture album she left for him, there was a line of words written next to the picture of two people holding hands: "Next time we meet again, remember to come and pick me up at the beginning of autumn." Outside the window, the ginkgo leaves were falling one by one, as if to say: some parting is to meet earlier in the next reincarnation.
Intention: dreamland
