When cardiac surgeon Jiang Yu was thirty-two years old, he met Lin Zhiyao, a girl sitting outside the railing on the bridge on a winter night. Holding the diagnosis certificate for advanced pulmonary hypertension in her hand, she shook her legs and asked him: "What is a better way to die?" He said there is no good way to die, only people who have not lived enough.
She went home with him and lived in the attic next to his. A doctor who does not believe in gods and Buddha, and a patient who does not believe in the afterlife, in an old house of 15 square meters, completed the shortest and longest love in the world. She taught him to dance, watch fireflies, and step on fallen leaves, while he cooked instant noodles, put on a wedding dress, and wrote love letters for her.
She died on an ordinary autumn night, wearing a white wedding dress and a smile on her lips. He buried her by the river and lived for another fifty years. Open a clinic, save the poor, raise native dogs, and tell strangers a story about a doctor and his lover.
Until the successor of her name appeared - the young girl who also suffered from pulmonary hypertension and had shallow pear dimples, handed over a yellowed letter.
That was the suicide note he wrote to her back then. She read it, cried, and then left it for the future, for reunion, and for all those who have not yet learned to say goodbye.
"I want to be your river." "Then I will be your ship."
The fireflies burn for seven days, the sunken ship waits for its return, and love - love is the river, pushing us until the end of time
Concept: This is a story about how to fall in love with someone you are destined to lose.