That Year the Banyan Tree Knew

In the summer when he was eighteen years old, Lin Lu buried two things under the banyan tree: A tin box containing glass marbles, and an unspoken love. The night before Lu Qingzhu left, they sat under the tree until dawn. He hugged her for the first time, and the rain wet his shoulders. He said, "Wait until I come back." She waited three years. Waiting for his mother's tactful dissuasion, waiting for the vague photos in his circle of friends, When his mother was diagnosed with a serious illness, she needed to support a family. She called him calmly: "Let's take a break." He was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone and said, "Okay." It turns out that childhood sweethearts are really no match for three thousand kilometers and breathing that is no longer synchronized. Fifteen years later, Lu Qingzhu is already a high-profile newcomer in the architectural world. His work has been called "the perfect balance of reason and poetry", Only he knows that all inspiration comes from the same place: In a small southern town, under the old banyan tree, the girl in goose-yellow clothes. Until he saw a work in the corner of the art exhibition—— "The Root System of Memory" is made of discarded wood and rusty iron. The curvature of the tree roots was exactly the same as in his memory. Signed: Lin Lu. He rushed back to his hometown overnight and stood in front of the leaky old house. I met her coming with an umbrella. "Do you need help?" She asked, her tone as calm as a stranger's. The rain fell on the small light brown mole behind her right ear, Like that unfinished kiss fifteen years ago. [After the reunion, they discovered——] The time capsule she buried has long been worn out by rust, but he kept the key she gave him and still carries it with him. All of his award-winning designs contain the growth trajectory of a banyan tree. The girl she thought was "descended from the sky" was just a misunderstanding he deliberately created in order to make her give up. He only found out about his mother's conversation with her half a month ago. What shocked Lin Lu the most was: She found the sketchbook secretly hidden in her senior year of high school in her old house. Thirty-six paintings are all of Lu Qingzhu. On the back of the last page, there is a line of fresh handwriting: "I saw it. When I was 'your boy', you were already 'my future'." [Small Theater·Under the Banyan Tree] Thirty-three-year-old Lu Qingzhu knelt on one knee on the wet soil. In his hand is not a ring, but a newly grown aerial root of a banyan tree. "Lin Lu," his voice trembled, "the roof of the old house has been repaired. The banyan tree has sprouted new branches this year. It took me fifteen years to learn not to say 'wait for me' but to say - 'This time it's my turn to stay where you are. '" She knelt down and looked at him levelly: "Lu Qingzhu, do you know how long it takes for the aerial roots of a banyan tree to reach the soil?" "How long?" "Sometimes three years, sometimes five years, sometimes..." She held his hand, "Fifteen years. But as long as it continues to grow, it will eventually take root." Just like us. Reading guide: · 1V1/Double C/HE · Childhood sweethearts × Reunion after a long separation × Reunion after breaking the mirror · Cold on the outside and hot on the inside Architect × Tender and Tough Designer Concept: Love is seeing everything about the other person.