In early summer, in an alley filled with the fragrance of locust flowers, nine-year-old Gu Yanxi witnessed young Su Xingyan being bullied by several children. Although he was injured, he remained stubborn and unyielding. After the storm, Su Xingyan came to Gu Yanxi and solemnly told her that she was leaving to learn her skills. Gu Yanxi didn't try to stay, but just made a promise softly, saying that she would always wait for him to come back, whether it was one year, ten years or a lifetime.
Su Xingyan was very moved and gave her a star-shaped pebble that he carefully polished and strung with red thread as a token, promising to exchange it for a better gift when he returned in the future. Gu Yanxi held the stone tightly and watched Su Xingyan's back disappear from the alley.
Since then, the years have passed, the locust flowers have bloomed and fallen, and the bluestone road has become wet and dry. Gu Yanxi always treasured the pebble, stuck to the promise she made when she was young, and waited quietly under the old locust tree, firmly believing that Su Xingyan would eventually become a powerful person and return to her as promised through a long period of time.
Su Xingyan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to agree so simply.
"When you become a powerful person, come back to me." Gu Yanxi's voice was soft but her words were clear, "No matter how long it takes, a year, ten years, or a lifetime, I will wait."
The old clock at the entrance of the alley struck twice, and the long sound filled the afternoon. Su Xingyan looked into her clear eyes and suddenly nodded vigorously, as if he had carved this agreement into his heart. He took out a small stone strung with red thread from his pocket. He had picked it up and polished it for a long time. It was shaped like a star and stuffed it into her hand: "Here is this for you. When I come back, I can exchange it for a better one."
Gu Yanxi held the pebbles tightly in her hands, which felt warm. She watched Su Xingyan walk out of the alley carrying a white washed canvas bag, his back getting smaller and smaller until he was swallowed up by the corner.
The locust flowers have fallen and bloomed again, and the water stains on the bluestone have dried and become wet. Gu Yanxi touches the stone every day. She doesn't know how long it will take for a "powerful person" to grow up. She only knows that she is standing under the old locust tree, waiting for the person who will walk towards her through the years with a whole body of light.
Finally she waited for her...
Intention: sincere waiting