Aitao felt that the new regular visitor to the library was a little strange.
He always sits in the same seat by the window, reading an endless book.
He was too handsome and had a calm temperament, but the eyes he looked at her were as deep as an ancient well, hiding many emotions that she couldn't understand.
Colleagues whisper that he looks very much like the top player who retired from the industry three years ago.
Aitao smiled, feeling ridiculous. How could she, an ordinary librarian in a small town, know such a person?
Until that late spring afternoon, when the magnolia blooms at its best.
He led a little boy to her. The boy raised his face and his eyes looked very much like hers.
The man's voice was low and hoarse, blown into her ears by the spring breeze:
"Aitao, long time no see."
"This is Lin An'an. Our son."
"We... We have been waiting for you to think of spring for three years."
——
Lin He has picked stars and seen seas of people in his life.
In the end, he discovered that what he wanted most was the spring that clumsily ran into his arms in the library and then ran away in a hurry.
So the top people retired and the stars came to an end.
He took the child named Miss and returned to the small town where the story began. He quietly waited for a miracle in the spring breeze that she must pass through.
Wait for the magnolia to bloom again, wait for her to look back, wait for the wind to blow——
The love that cannot be hidden, and the lost and found you.
Intention: Seven years after retiring from the industry, he took his son and waited for the next spring in the library where she worked.