She repairs old books and he walks the dog.
Under the third parasol tree at the entrance of the alley, he was always waiting for her to get off work.
She said: "Slow down, and the days will not be broken."
He said: "Hurry up before the snow has finished melting."
She walks like water turning a millstone, and talks like wind blowing through the eaves;
He drank and watched football and scolded the referee, but he remembered that she was afraid of thunder and always closed the windows before heavy rains.
He has a native dog named Jingjing, whose fur is as messy as old cotton wool;
Her cuffs always smell of starch, and the gaps between her fingernails are as white as rice paper.
No one knew she could shatter green bricks with one palm,
No one believed that he would squat on the bathroom floor and blow dry her wet hair for half an hour.
They don't talk about love.
Just say: "The rice is in the pot." "The umbrella is behind the door." "Jingjing misses you today."
Until that cold spring morning——
She blocked the out-of-control electric car for him,
When he falls, his palms face upward, as if trying to catch the last piece of snow.
Later, he learned to make the jasmine tea she loved,
The movement was very slow, as slow as the "grabbing the bird's tail" style she taught him.
But the tea has gone cold and the person is gone.
Jingjing lay lying at the door, not waiting for those hands stained with paste.
Intention: True affection lies not in earth-shattering moments, but in daily leaning and staring.