The evening breeze kisses the eaves of the old alley
Suzhou's rainy season has been lingering for seven years. When Lin Wan stepped on the water on the bluestone slabs to return to her old house, she never thought that she would bump into Jiang Che's eyes.
They were the sparkle in each other's eyes when they were young, but due to a misunderstanding, all ties were severed after the college entrance examination - she went to Beijing, and he stayed in Suzhou. What separated them was not only the distance between the north and the south, but also unspoken regrets.
We met again in a damp old alley. He was the meek and steady architect next door, and she was a freelance writer who escaped from 996. The rusty copper lock was opened, and the dusty memories were loosened: the tacit understanding of cleaning up the old house together, a bowl of hot tomato and egg noodles late at night, the roses blooming quietly on the flower stand, and the truth finally revealed under the moonlight.
It turned out that in the past seven years, he had never gone far, guarding the old alley and caring about him; she pretended to forget, but remembered his youthful appearance every season when the sweet-scented osmanthus smelled.
"Lin Wan, I have been waiting for seven years and don't want to miss it again."
"Jiang Che, it will be me walking towards you this time."
The bluestone road is imprinted with footprints side by side, and the fragrance of osmanthus is wrapped in the daily routine of fireworks. This reunion that spans time is the gentlest gift of the evening breeze in the old alley - the missed years do not count, and I will have you for the rest of my life, day and night.
Intention: 2.
