The first time Shen Huai met Chu Nan was on the Li River.
The lights shattered on the ink-colored water, flickering on and off endlessly. The man's thin silhouette seemed to melt into the wind at any time and was about to fall by the river. The belt of the windbreaker draws a lonely arc behind him - like a lost bird, but also like a soul returning home.
Chu Nan just broke into his field of vision.
Shen Huai frowned and prepared to move the camera away.
But at the moment when the other party looked back, he ran into a silence carved by mountains and rivers. Those traces of alienation and fatigue, the staring eyes are like the empty echo of the sound falling on the bluestone after the rain hits the plantains in the Jiangnan courtyard. Tell Shen Huai that this world should be so peaceful.
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This is an encounter that begins with an escape.
The photographer who isolates the world with his lens × the writer who uses words to find his way back
Passing through the mountains and wind and snow in the southwest hinterland, from the moist 25th degree north latitude, all the way to the third pole of the earth. They had found their most complete selves in each other.
They also turned their backs on each other.
Many years later, when Chu Nan saw Shen Huai again, all the evasion and waiting, words and unsaid had gone through hardships.
"Long time no see."
Intention: Pilgrimage to the Northwest to meet lovers