There is no end to spring in the town.
Yun Zhinian lived here for a long time, so long that he couldn't remember the years. The peach blossoms are always blooming, the dusk is always gentle, and the wind stays at just the right temperature. He doesn't ask why - that's fine.
Later Xu Qingji came.
On an ordinary afternoon, he knocked on the door and asked to stay overnight, standing in the sunshine and smiling. Yun Zhinian didn't say anything and let him stay.
They make wine, watch the clouds, and wait under the eaves for the winter that will never come. Xu Qingqie's hands were a little cold. Yun Zhinian asked once, and he said, "I was born like this." He didn't ask again.
The days are as slow as water.
Sometimes Yun Zhinian would be in a trance, feeling as if he had been like this for many years, and as if it was just a dream. But whether it's a dream or not, he doesn't want to dwell on it - as long as Xu Qing is here, spring will be here.
That night, he had a strange dream for the first time.
Water. Very cold. My chest felt like it was being pressed. Out of breath.
When he woke up, Xu Qinghe was looking at him. The moonlight fell in, and there was something in his eyes that Yun Zhinian couldn't understand.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xu Qingji smiled, "Spring is still here."
Yun Zhinian looked out the window. The peach blossoms are blooming and the moonlight is beautiful.
He stopped asking.
That's enough.
Concept: Love is the only immortal spring