Seventeen years old, late summer, dusk when the planetarium closed.
Song Zhiqiu gave half of the headphones to Lu Guizhou.
"7%" Single cycle.
The sound of electricity, breathing, and heartbeat.
Until dusk swallows up all outlines.
No one spoke.
Seven years later.
Song Zhiqiu repeatedly painted a star on the canvas.
Lu Guizhou tracked the same star field behind the telescope.
Their names also appeared on an exhibition planning document.
On the day of the exhibition installation, they met in the empty exhibition hall.
The afternoon sun slanted across the sky, and fine dust slowly settled in the air.
Lu Guizhou's eyes fell on a certain painting.
The coordinates of the star in the painting exactly overlapped with a certain point in his folder.
He looked up.
Song Zhiqiu stood in the light, holding an uncovered stick of blue paint in his hand.
A long time.
Song Zhiqiu asked softly: "Have you found your planet?"
Lu Guizhou looked into her eyes: "I thought I lost it."
"Maybe it," Song Zhiqiu paused, "is just a little far away and the light hasn't reached it yet."
Genius girl painter x astronomer.
"Perhaps the star you are waiting for has already fallen by your side."
Purpose: cherish the present moment
