Zhong Wanqing thought that the hitchhiker driver Ji Chengyu who gave her a sense of security on a rainy night in the barren mountains was a belated gift from fate.
He remembered that she refused to drink ice water, silently ordered hot porridge when her stomach ached, and washed away the dust with a bowl of beef noodles from the alley. He was mature and steady, like a silent tree, making her, a wandering duckweed, want to take root for the first time.
From Beijing to Inner Mongolia, from midsummer to late autumn, my heartbeat grows wildly in countless daily details. Until she thought she had captured happiness, Ji Chengyu hugged her with all his strength on another rainy night, his voice painful and hoarse: "Wanqing, I'm married."
The complicated past behind his calm eyes became the sharpest thorn in the sweetness.
Should you seize the heavy but real warmth in front of you, or should you retreat to the safety line and protect your heart that has just been delivered and is already full of cracks?
When the monsoon passes by, will it bring a devastating disaster, or a rain that will wash away the dust and give birth to new life?
After the evening clears, will there really be clear skies?
Purpose: This is a story about trust, courage and healing. Dedicated to all those who are clumsy in love but still long for the sincerity.