Reading guide:
· Road writing / Slow life / Healing system
· The female protagonist is a surgeon × the male protagonist is the owner of Shaxi Cafe
· Open ending
· Don't rush, walk slowly
Zhou Xun has been a doctor for six years, saving many people and sending away many others. One day, she came out of a seven-hour operation and looked at the blood on her hands being washed away by the water in front of the sink. She suddenly couldn't remember the last time she felt "happy."
She quit her job, bought a plane ticket to Kunming, and didn't tell anyone. She didn't know where she was going or how long it would take. She just wanted to leave her current position as far away as possible.
It was raining lightly the day she got off the bus in Shaxi. The stone road was wet and the stream was loud. She dragged her suitcase and walked on the narrow ancient road, as if she had entered a world that had nothing to do with her.
She walked into a cafe without a sign to take shelter from the rain. The boss was sitting behind the bar, wiping glasses, and looked up at her. Without asking her what she was drinking, he turned around and made a cup of hot food and brought it over. She took a sip and felt that the dryness in her throat that had been dry for a whole year suddenly melted away a little.
She originally only wanted to stay for a few days. She stayed there for a long time.
She met many people in Shaxi - Song Tang, who couldn't draw but kept painting; A Kun, whose voice was as loud as if he wanted to wake up the mountain; Sister Zhao, who said "You are not here to escape, you are here to breathe"; and the man named Chen Chi. He doesn't talk much, but his silence is not cold. He asked her, "How long do you want to stay?" She said, "I don't know." He nodded and said, "Then I'll stay until you know."
This is a book about "stopping." About a person who has walked a long way and finally takes a breath in a place that is not the end. About her meeting some people, seeing different ways of living in them, and then remembering again that she could still live like this.
She may or may not stay. He might not go with her either. But that autumn, the mountains were there, the wind was there, she was there, and he was there too.
Spring mountains are in sight. That mountain has always been there, waiting for someone to look up and see it.
Intention: Where the mountain is, the wind will come
