Find Peace

The mountains in western Zhejiang are wrapped in fog all year round, like an old dream that refuses to go away. Gu Jinan entered the mountain carrying a box of ashes. When his mother never returned to her hometown, he stayed in the depths of the clouds for her, guarding the green tomb that no one cared about, and also guarding the rest of his broken life. He rented the dilapidated wooden house halfway up the mountain, surrounded by vegetation during the day, and facing the lonely lamp at night, thinking that in the years to come, there would be only silence and loneliness, and no more waves. Until she met Jiang Xunhe. The man was thin and silent, and his whole body was wrapped in a cold that could not be resolved. He guarded an empty tomb by a mountain stream for eight years. Eight years ago, he lost the most important person in his life. Since then, he has trapped himself in the mountains, not interacting with others, not making peace with the past, and burying all his tenderness and affection into the cold soil. He is the shadow of the mountain and a prisoner imprisoned by memories. Two scarred people met in the quiet mountains and fields. There was no warm encounter, no deliberate approach, only silent companionship and cautious testing. He repaired the leaky eaves for him, removed the gravel from the mountain road for him; he warmed a cup of hot tea for him, and left him a dim light all night. They didn't ask about the past or the future, but as they stayed together day after day, they quietly put each other into the softest place in their hearts. But destiny never comes true easily. When the dusty past was revealed, and when the belated thoughts were crushed in the face of guilt and fear, they realized that some deep love was destined to be unspeakable from the beginning. He is afraid that his fate will hurt others and dare not love; he understands his struggle and pain and cannot love. We obviously have the same mind, but we can only look at each other from a distance across life, death and regret. The fog in the mountains rose and dispersed, and the leaves on the branches fell and grew again. After all, Gu Jinan's body could not survive the snowy winter. With a lifetime of tenderness and understanding, he rested in the green mountain where he had guarded for half his life. And Jiang Xunhe, from then on, guarded two lonely graves, guarding the "I love you" that he had no time to say, and spent the rest of his life in the endless wind, snow and longing. It turns out that the most painful thing in this world is never separation between life and death, but that I love you to the core, but can only watch you leave; I finally dare to face my heart, but you are no longer in this world. There is fog in the mountains, sounds in the streams, soil in the graves, and traces in the heart. He searched for cranes all his life but never found his home. He has looked forward to his whole life, but he has not found peace now. From now on, the green mountains are silent, and there is no peace anymore. Intention: Regret