In the first autumn after 21-year-old Lin Qing became a Lingyun Airlines flight attendant, she met the 26-year-old captain Lu Zhe on the flight from Asakawa to Xiamen. He is clean, quiet, and the youngest captain in the entire company. He would tell her to "relax and fly" after the pre-flight preparation meeting, and would confirm that she "handled it well" after the turbulence passed.
What Lin Qing didn't know was that Lu Zhe, who seemed to only belong to the sky, had another completely different identity. It was the mysterious painter signed "Eleven" in the illustrated magazine that she had been obsessed with since junior high school. Every Asakawa scenery that moved her heart, including the avenue of sycamores, autumn street corners, and the light and shadow in the clouds, were inextricably linked to Lu Zhe.
He thought she was just a new flight attendant student.
She thought he was just a gentle and silent young captain.
Until one day, Lin Qing saw another crew note, with a sycamore leaf drawn on the back - she recognized that brushstroke.
Intent: This is a story about "how I recognized you and myself in my ordinary traces." It believes that all lonely records have echoes, and all secret yearnings have a destination.