Lin Tingchao had been moving goods at the dock for four years, thinking that this would be it for the rest of his life.
Until Shen Guizhou came to the door.
"I've been looking for you for four years," he said.
Later, he gave all the money to Lin Tingchao and disappeared in the early morning, leaving only a letter:
"Don't look for me."
Five years later he came back, thinner, darker, and his hands were covered with calluses.
"I'm back," he said.
They moved goods, saved money, bought a house, and lived the best life in more than ten years.
Then he started coughing.
Finally he said: "I will meet you again in my next life."
Lin Tingchao said yes.
His hand fell.
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Lin Tingchao sat on the embankment for forty years.
Every year during Qingming Festival, I go to the tombstone and light three cigarettes.
On the last day, he said: "Shen Guizhou, I'm here to find you."
When he left, he held a diary in his arms.
The last page reads:
"Lin Tingchao, I'm back."
Intention: reality