When hollow bamboo meets evergreen trees, the wind begins to learn the language of staying.
Seventeen-year-old Xia Zhufeng has an old scar on his wrist and an isolated island in his heart. She can draw a perfect parabola with a basketball, but she can't say "I need you" to anyone. Until Tan Xiayi broke into her world like a gust of wind. From then on, the wind blew through the treetops, and a forest rose up in Xia Zhufeng's world.
"I sometimes feel that you are my second heartbeat."
Tan Xiayi chuckled and teased, "Did the first one break?"
"Listen, it's jumping very fast now."
The prologue of the story was written on this night of touching a real moment.
It was midsummer 2017. They skipped class to watch puppet shows together, shared a tilted umbrella in the rain, and shared half a cup of oden in the playground late at night. But Tan Xiayi's warmth is like rented sunshine, which must be returned as soon as the deadline is up - she transferred to another school and left without warning, leaving only one sentence: "There is a pear vortex here, only I know it, don't let others discover it."
Since then, Xia Zhufeng's world has been silent for five years.
She wrote the unspeakable words into a three-hundred-page novel, turned her pain into a professional basketball coaching qualification, and turned her loneliness into the tenderness of answering the late-night crisis hotline. She learned to stand, but she was always waiting for a gust of wind - the wind that taught her how to sway and taught her to take root.
Tan Xiayi flew over 150,000 kilometers in five years, collected fifty-two unsent postcards, and translated the same unnameable emotion in twenty-three cities. She came back with an iron box with a repaired clasp, which contained "I love you" versions in all languages, including the blank page of silence.
The reunion takes place on both sides of the glass wall.
They looked at each other for three seconds through the soundproof glass, and the world was as silent as the day they first met.
Intention: Love makes brokenness become a container and scars grow into rings.