Cheng Wantang never thought he would see Lin Xizhou again.
She didn't want to mention what happened eight years ago. She had just entered college that year, something happened to her family, and she lost contact with him. Later, she heard that he dropped out of school and disappeared, and she gradually stopped thinking about it.
We meet again at the airport.
She was going for a psychology lecture, and he was the captain of that flight. Wearing uniform, standing on the edge of the covered bridge, he was much calmer than when he was a teenager. His eyes looked at her without any disturbance, and he called out "Teacher Cheng" politely.
Cheng Wantang thought he had really given up.
But what happened next cannot be explained: the venue for her lecture was occupied, and he "just happened" to help coordinate; she was pestered by passengers in the terminal, and he just happened to pass by to rescue her; she couldn't get a taxi on a rainy day, and he "just happened to" drop by.
She didn't want to think too much, but she couldn't help but look through his flight case - there was a photo of her when she was sixteen years old.
That day she learned from others that he didn't leave because he wanted to leave, but because he caused trouble and took the blame, and he chose to disappear because he was afraid of hurting her. Over the years he sent souvenirs of each flight to one address - her old home.
Cheng Wantang stood in the terminal building, looking at the planes taking off and landing outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and suddenly felt like crying.
He waited for eight years, not for her to forgive, but for her to be willing to look back.
Intention: Some people have lost it. It's not too late to spend the rest of your life looking for it.