Lin Yiqing's doctor said his heart needed to rest for three months.
Lin Yiqing thought to herself, my case doesn't need it.
He was then packed and put on the ferry to Iris Island.
—
The guide who received him was named Fu Chaosheng. His skin was deeply tanned and he knew the sea as if he had known it all his life.
One evening, Fu Chaosheng asked him: "Aren't you here for a vacation?"
"How do you know?"
"Every time you say take a break, your eyes are always looking at that bag."
After a moment of silence, Fu Chaosheng returned his gaze to the sea: "When the tide goes out, you can see the reef. Do you want to go there?"
"I have two more documents—"
"The file will not run."
Lin Yiqing looked at him and stood up.
That was the first time since he came to the island that he did not open the document bag before dark.
—
At the end of the summer, Lin Yiqing stood at the pier, holding a ticket back to Shanghai in her hand.
He sent a message to his friend: I may have to come back later.
A friend asked: How late will it be?
Lin Yiqing looked in Fu Chaosheng's direction and put her phone back in her pocket.
No reply.
—
The summer on Iris Island is very long, so long that people forget to leave.
Intention: A person who is used to controlling everything is slowly let go by an island that cannot be controlled - Lin Yiqing rediscovered the boy he was when he was studying law here, and Fu Chaosheng reconciled with himself for the first time here. What this story wants to say is: slowing down is not failure, and there is no need for a grand reason to stay, and those silent and unnamed existences are equally worthy of being seen and remembered.
