The first time Xu Yue met Zhou Xun, he squatted at the door of the hospital and cried.
It was winter in Zaoyuan Town. The jujube trees were bare, and the wind passed through the alley, whining like it was talking. She gave the god a dollar and wished to be friends with the tearful boy.
Later, she climbed the wall every day to bring him food. Steamed buns, peanut candy, jujube cake. He never said thank you, but he would draw a smiling face on a stone and give it to her.
Later, she went to Japan to study comics, and he stayed at the county hospital and became a surgeon. Across the sea, she wrote to him, one every half month, with little figures drawn on the envelopes. His replies were short, sometimes just "pay attention to your body".
The dates are ripe and fall, the swallows come and go. Some people in the town leave, some come back, and some leave and never come back.
And those who are still waiting in place are waiting for a season to meet again.
Concept: This is a story about waiting. But they didn't just stand there and wait – they walked a long way and then met again under the jujube tree.