In the corridor of the Paris apartment, Xu Jia met someone.
His eyes were deep, as if looking through her into a distant past, but she couldn't remember anything.
She couldn't remember that when she was four years old, in a Beijing hutong, a little boy carefully hooked her little finger and told her: "Jiaze, Lagou, I will always protect you, and we will never be separated."
She couldn't see clearly that her husband Lu Jin, who looked gentle on the outside, had tempered his ruthless emotions into a cold blade and stabbed her unsuspectingly with precision. She was just a ladder for him to climb, an atonement he used to offset his inner uneasiness.
Determined to get away, what came to her in the ordeal was not relief but an accident - the moment the wheel lost control, someone used the car as a shield to block her from life or death. Memories came back like a flood, the rain in Beijing, the salty wind in Hong Kong, the snow in Paris... And the figure who was always silent and always focused on her.
It turns out that he has never been far away from Shen Yucun.
He is always waiting at the end of her memory, on the other side of time. For twenty years, I silently fulfilled the promise made in my distant childhood, washed away by rain and time, but already engraved in my bones and blood.
Please allow me to look at you - from the ignorant childhood to the moment when she was covered with bruises, she finally saw clearly the gaze that crossed the mountains and seas and always stared at her tenderly.
And he also waited for the moment when she looked back.
Intention: I'm waiting for you