The first time Song Shiyu met Lin Jianyue was at the door of her studio.
She was wielding a hoe to shovel the flower bed, preparing to harden the ground. A woman carrying a canvas bag squatted nearby and said to the weeds: "This bunch of shepherd's purse has broken buds. Can you let me move it?"
Song Shiyu casually said, "Take broken pieces of porcelain in exchange."
The next day, the man actually brought a bag of broken porcelain pieces - each piece was a vegetable-dyed cup that she had broken into pieces.
Song Shiyu felt that there was something wrong with this person.
Later, this man planted a season of hyacinths in the flower bed at her door. Later, a new glaze color was fired in her kiln, green with pink, like spring roots spreading on the cup wall. Later, she was reluctant to sell the cup with flowers on it, so she put it on the corner of the table and used it for drinking water every day.
At the end of spring, the flowers fade and the flower growers have to leave.
She put the cup into a box and handed it over: "For the road."
The man took it and touched the flowers on the inner wall with his fingers.
"The hyacinth bulbs," she said, "will bloom again next year."
Intention: Waiting itself is the answer