He said that when he misses him, he goes to sit on the beach and the sea breeze will bring him a hug.
Later, she opened a B&B on the highest cliff in the village and named it "Baohai".
Every sleepless night, she would sit on the swing on the terrace and listen to the sound of the waves a hundred meters below. When a customer asked about the origin of the store's name, she pointed to the place where the sea and the sky meet and said that it was the reflection of the sky. The reflection cannot be fished out, the sea breeze cannot be held - she did not say these words.
Her name is Lu Nian. Standing on land, thinking about a person who has sunk to the bottom of the sea.
His name is Shen Yu. Like an isolated island in the distance that can no longer be reached.
Three years. She wasn't waiting for him to come back, she was just used to being in this position, with the wind in the same direction passing through her body. Like a hug. A hug like he said.
People were coming and going in the B&B - Sister Lin fried one more egg every day, Xiao Chen firmly believed that God would not let her wait, Lao Zhou sat on the rock and said "different things, same truth", the couple took a picture of her sitting on the swing, and she pressed save.
The days went by like this. The wind comes from the sea and goes behind you. She didn't look back, but after the wind passed, she gently brushed the broken hair around her ears.
It's like someone helped her get it.
It's like, I'm just used to it.
This is a story about waiting.
Waiting for someone who will never come back.
Wait for a wind like him.
Waiting for the day when I finally stop waiting.
Or, it doesn't matter if you don't wait.
Just sitting like this, listening to the sound of waves and blowing the sea breeze, turning every sleepless night into another kind of companionship.
The sea will never dry up and the wind will never stop.
She's still there.
Intention: let go
The follow-up should be sweeter, uh uh uh. . .