An Ning, a freshman from the Department of Fine Arts, got lost on campus on a rainy day and met Xu Xubai from the Department of Physics. He showed her the way and helped her untie the stuck suitcase. There was no unnecessary greeting, just like the wind that accidentally passed by in the rain and fog. After a brief encounter, they merged into the crowd.
I thought it was just an ordinary passing by each other, but in the days that followed, we met again and again inadvertently beside the bookshelves in the library, at the end of the corridor in the laboratory, and in front of the works in the art exhibition. He would notice the blurred ink marks on her drawing board, and she would catch a glimpse of the scrawled formulas on his calculation paper, and a silent understanding would quietly arise at the moment their eyes met.
His world is filled with sophisticated instruments and rigorous data, while her world is filled with flowing colors and random lines. The seemingly parallel trajectories gradually become intertwined because of the first sight in the rain. This is a story about waiting and approaching. In the humidity of late summer and in the hustle and bustle of campus, two clumsy people are slowly walking towards each other.
Intention: May we meet tenderly, may we be loved sincerely, may the years be stable, and may the rest of our lives be sweet.