In the autumn of 1987, Shen Zhizhou, a young teacher from Suzhou, was assigned to a place called Qingxi Town deep in the Qinling Mountains.
Surrounded by mountains, there is only one street light in the town. He lived in an adobe house behind the school, and next door was a young man named Chen Huaian who was a carpenter.
That's how the two met. We ate together, enjoyed the cool air together, and talked all the time. The days passed slowly, like a stream flowing down from the mountains, neither urgent nor slow, but moving forward day by day.
Shen Zhizhou will not stay here forever, they all know it. But the nights we spent the winter together lighting the stove, the summer nights enjoying the cool air in the yard and watching the stars, and the dusk listening to the flute through the low wall, still grew up peacefully and became the most home-like moments in those days.
Later, Shen Zhizhou left, taking only a palm-sized wooden box with him.
Some people will never forget it in their lifetime, even if they can count the days they spent together on their fingers.
Intention: The true love that ends up in the cracks of the times.