The day Shen Yan moved into the old city, he only brought a pot of citrus trees and a box of painting supplies. As a second-generation rich man whose family owns a flower shop and a cafe, he came here not to save money, but to avoid the days of "going to the store today" and "meeting his blind date tomorrow" - he just wanted to sit in front of his easel, paint portraits of stray cats, occasionally accept a business manuscript, and live a life of "no one's business" for a few days.
Until I met Lu Qinghe next door.
That man always wandered around the alley with a camera on his back and a cedar scent he mixed on his body. The first time he greeted her, he knocked over Shen Yan's paint tray. His fingertips were stained with indigo paint and said, "I'll pay you for a new one." However, the next day he was sent a small jar of citrus aromatherapy. "I liked the tree on your window sill, so I mixed it with the same style."
The days that followed were like the slowly spreading back notes of aromatherapy——
When Shen Yan was working on his sketches late at night, he would hear the gentle sound of perfume being mixed next door; when Lu Qinghe was taking photos of the morning mist, there was always a figure squatting by the flower bed to feed the cat. Aunt Zhang's flower shop always leaves an extra bouquet of sunflowers. When making dumplings, Grandma Li will shout out, "Xiao Shen, bring one for Xiao Lu too." Even the man who repairs shoes at the alley knows: "The illustrator from 302 and the photographer from 303 have joined forces again."
There are no earth-shattering stories, just the scent of incense on the drawings, the citrus trees hidden in the camera, and the "us" that slowly grows in the old city.
Small theater:
Scene: Balcony, Juju squatting on the easel and taking a nap
Shen Yan (looking through Lu Qinghe's photo album): When did you take this photo of me feeding the cat?
Lu Qinghe (pausing his hand while mixing the incense): It's the third day since you moved in.
Shen Yan (raises head): We were not familiar with each other at that time.
Lu Qinghe (passing over the newly blended aromatherapy): But the canned food you fed the cat that day was the one I threw in the trash can the day before.
Shen Yan (the tips of his ears feel hot): ... You are very observant.
Intention: Find a stable tenderness in the daily fireworks.