In September, when Lin Shuyao was closing the window, she saw a person standing on the roof of the building opposite.
The man lived in a big house. They stared at each other across a narrow alley for a few seconds, then each disappeared into the darkness.
Later they met by chance on the rooftop. It wasn't an agreement, it was just two people with nowhere to go who happened to choose the same place to look at the sky.
Extra milk on the table. Half of the steamed buns, the orange cat in the alley. They stood side by side, not speaking, but they seemed to have said everything.
When the rumors started, Lin Shuyao said: "Don't come looking for me."
Bai Yanchi looked at her and held her hand.
That winter, they only met occasionally. But it was these occasional moments that made Lin Shuyao feel that life was not that difficult, and made Bai Yanchi feel that this empty city finally had a bright window.
Later someone asked: How did you meet?
Lin Shuyao thought for a while: "I saw her first."
Bai Yanchi said: "No, I saw you first."
In fact, it was the same moment - in the unknown night, the two windows lit up at the same time.
About seeing, and being seen.
Intention: The real "seeing" is to go through all appearances and touch the self of another lonely soul.
Two people who are not really understood in the crowd, in an unknown corner, look at each other through a window and complete the confirmation of each other's existence - because I am looking at you, you exist; because you see me, so I don't need to pretend.