Under the sixty-year-old sycamore tree at the school gate, Lu Jibai handed the extra bread to the transfer student for the first time.
Wen Moyu spoke very little and was as cold as ice. No one in the school dared to approach him. But the next day, Lu Jibai had a box of warm milk on the table. On the third and fourth days, there was a box every day. Later, Lu Jibai discovered that Wen Moyu gave everyone a cold look, but would give him the best seat on the rooftop, remember every word he casually said, and stand downstairs with a hot drink on the 17th of every month, the most difficult day.
Everyone said that Wen Moyu was an iceberg that would never melt. Only Lu Jibai knew that the melting side of the iceberg was only facing one person.
They fed the stray cats on the rooftop together, sat together under the sycamore tree for a whole autumn, and stood on the stage and played a four-hand piece together. But when the dusty past of the Lu family was revealed - his grandmother committed suicide because of his second uncle's homosexual relationship, and the words "cut off children and grandchildren" had been weighing on the family for twenty years - Lu Jibai could only say this: "Let's stop for a moment."
Wen Moyu replied with one word: "Okay."
Five years and more than 1,800 days. Lu Jibai is abroad and Wen Moyu is at home, separated by time difference and the pressure of the two families. The leaves of the sycamore tree fall and grow, grow and fall again. They agreed to meet again "when you are no longer afraid" - but no one knew how long it would take.
This is a story about "a person who was bent over by the guilt of his family of origin, and the other person did not force him to straighten, but squatted down to bear the weight with him." It is sour and long, but all waiting will have an echo - if the person you are waiting for has also been waiting for you.
Intention: The most beautiful two-way redemption in youth
