Ji Xing returns to Lincheng several times a year, paints flowers, spends time with his family, and then leaves.
Chen Wang stayed at the top of the mountain for five years, memorizing the weather, watching clouds, and eating alone.
They were like two parallel lines, and they spoke no more than twenty sentences.
Until one day, grandma said: "Xiao Chen is alone, please help me bring some food up."
The first time he knocked on the door, he said thank you.
The fifth time he knocked on the door, he said come in and sit down.
After knocking on the door for the tenth time, she found an extra stool at the door.
I don't know how many times, when she was about to leave, he suddenly asked:
"Will you come again next time?"
She was stunned for a moment.
Going down the mountain that day, when I turned around halfway up the mountain, he was still standing at the door.
Later, she went up the mountain to paint and began to pass by the weather station "by the way."
Later, he discovered that the days when he went down the mountain began to become the days when she was often in the yard.
In spring, she painted February orchids. He said that when this flower bloomed, the winter had not yet gone away.
In summer, she painted wild lilies. He sat there all day without saying a few words.
In autumn, she painted gentians. He looked at the cumulonimbus clouds in the distance and suddenly said that people are just like clouds. They seem to be floating, but in fact they have somewhere to go.
In winter, heavy snow closed the mountains, and she was trapped on the mountains. The two people gathered around the stove and listened to the snow all night.
The next spring, the crabapple flowers bloomed again.
She was sitting in the yard painting, and he was sitting next to her and suddenly asked:
"Are you leaving this year?"
She didn't answer.
But after that, she started watching the weather forecast.
The road up the mountain is getting smoother and smoother.
Summer has passed, autumn has passed, winter has passed——
She's still there.
Later, he finally realized that after watching the sky for five years, what he was waiting for was not just a cloud.
As the seasons change in the mountain city, some people slowly stay.
Intention: Meeting is not a coincidence, it is the healing and light that time quietly brings.