Evening Breeze

Pens and ink can help people survive, but they can't help them survive the long night; pixels can build dreams, but they can't build the tenderness in the heart. Ten years later, we met again under the lamplight of old books after passing through the alleys in the evening breeze. It turns out that the best love is when I write the pen for you and you light the lamp for me. Shen Zhiwei used pen and ink as a boat to sail through the lonely nights of countless people. She wrote about the steaming soy milk in the alleyway in the early morning, about the orange lights swaying by the window in the evening, and about the half-handled umbrella handed over by a stranger on a rainy day. Those tiny human fireworks turned into gentle tides in her writing, smoothing the wrinkles in the hearts of countless readers. But no one knows that she, who writes all the tenderness in the world, is the loneliest ferryman. There was only the sound of typing on the keyboard in the empty room, and piles of papers that had been deleted and written were piled into a hill. She lived her life like a book without a title page. The lines were full of other people's stories, but she hid her own thoughts. Use coolness as the cover and sensibleness as the title page, locking all the fragility and uneasiness into the words that no one can understand. Xu Nianan uses pixels as bricks to build thousands of worlds on a small screen. She is the youngest gold-medal beauty in the gaming industry and is the team's eternal anchor. No matter how difficult the bug is, no matter how demanding Party A is, no matter how urgent the online crisis is, she can always handle it one by one without changing her expression. Everyone thinks she is invincible. But no one knows that underneath the strength is a soft heart that longs to be caught. How strong you are in the workplace, but how insecure you are in private. When you love someone, you want to hold the whole world in front of them. Get used to accommodating, getting used to giving, getting used to burning yourself in exchange for a little warm response. The evening breeze in the old alley passed through the hall, and the scent of ink rolling in the old books blew the two souls who had been separated for ten years back into each other's lives. Under the warm yellow light, Xu Nian'an recognized the figure with his head lowered and writing at a glance. Hidden deep in the photo album on her mobile phone was a yellowed photo of a campus art exhibition. She had been looking at that unsigned sketch for 3,650 days. Shen Zhiwei raised her head and when she looked into those familiar eyes, the pen on her fingertips suddenly slipped off. There was a dry sycamore leaf sandwiched in the middle of her notebook. It was the one she quietly picked up on that rainy day ten years ago and fell at Xu Nianan's feet. The unspoken heartbeat of my youth, spanning ten years, finally came out... Intention: cool and gentle, restrained and delicate, moisturizing silently, no fierce conflicts, no forced sugar abuse, no pretentious pulling during the whole process. All emotions, love, awkwardness and growth are hidden in the daily life scenes of three meals a day, daily work, alone company, and small chats. It focuses on the most authentic love quality for adults: gentle and measured, caring but forbearing, falling in love but clumsy, getting along and growing, the ultimate deep affection hidden in the ordinary, truly healing and highly resonant.