Beijing to Hong Kong, 2,200 kilometers.
If it's not love, it's really too far.
During the rainy season in Hong Kong in 2012, this Hong Kong lady met a gentleman from Beijing.
Jing Yuan met Zhao Jiashu in a cafe in Causeway Bay.
But that day, she didn't ask for his contact information, only a cup of hot coffee that she didn't drink.
The next time they met, it was at a business dinner where she helped him out.
The third time we met on a cruise ship in Victoria Harbor, he seemingly casually mentioned: "Jing Yuan, do you want to stay with me?"
She said yes.
That was the best word she had ever said in her life.
So they naturally became lovers, and later became lovers.
They held hands in the European snow and named non-existent children in their apartments late at night. They dated for four years.
They broke up on her 28th birthday.
On the day they broke up, she didn't let him send her home.
She said: "Just send it here. It's my turn to walk the rest of the way. Let's go. If you don't go, you will miss the plane." She couldn't be frank, so she could only express it in this relaxed and calm tone.
"Jing Yuan, if you encounter trouble, remember to call me. I want you to be happy and worry-free every day. Goodbye." It was very faint, but she didn't see the tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
She didn't want him to fall off the altar, and he didn't want her to be trapped at the bottom of the well.
They broke up, started their own families, and grew old separately.
He takes medicine when he has insomnia, and looks up at the lights when she sings.
He secretly went to Hong Kong to see her from a distance. She stood facing the north in Victoria Harbor for a long time.
After all, the rain from Beijing cannot fall on Hong Kong.
It's like they love each other but can't be together anymore.
They are not together, but they have loved each other all their lives - not that they have loved each other, but they are still in love.
It rains in Beijing forever. The well in Hong Kong has been waiting for a lifetime. In the wind of Shichahai, in the rain of Victoria Harbor, in every unspoken "um".
Intention: If it is not love, then Beijing is really too far away from Hong Kong.
If it's love, it's worth the distance.