It's rainy in the south. When I was seven years old, I moved to the north with my parents and met Lu Bei in a small town north of the Qinling Mountains.
He called me "Little Swallow" and said that it was windy in the north and I needed an older brother to protect me. This cover lasts for eleven years. He blocked my fist from the alley, squatted down and carried me through the long street after evening self-study. The glass bottle of Arctic Ocean was warmed in his arms before he handed it to my hand. The winter in the north is very dry, but I never feel cold.
In the spring when he was seventeen, Lu Bei had a girlfriend. He named the three of us with a smile, "Flying Swallows from the South and Returning to Hong from the North." He is returning from the north and I am flying to the south. But if the swallows from the south stay in the north for a long time, their wings become soft and they cannot fly back. But they didn't know that and thought I could really fly.
After the college entrance examination, I applied to a school in the south alone. In the early morning of July 10th, mist enveloped the alley. I grabbed my suitcase and left without telling him. He caught up with me at the airport and asked me with red eyes what I took him for. I didn't answer, tiptoed to kiss him, and then passed the security check.
Three days later, he got on a flight to the south to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.
The plane did not land.
I found the cowhide diary among his belongings. There is only one word written on the title page, with heavy strokes, which is the word "Yan" in my name. The same word appears in the upper right corner of every subsequent page. The last page is dated July 16th, and the last sentence is: "I will always and forever want to be your brother."
He stopped at nineteen forever. And I took the "Yan" characters he wrote and continued south, then north, going around and around, and finally returned to the north and opened a coffee shop.
The rainy season in the south is too long, and I seem to be more accustomed to the dry sunshine in the north.
The name of the store is written on the wooden sign, and it sways gently when the wind blows——
"The swallow has built its nest in the north."
Concept: Too late, a late story that cannot be told