During the Dragon Boat Festival in Chengdu, a heavy rain sent her to Wenshu Monastery to copy scriptures, and she was stopped under the eaves to hide from the rain.
Jiumei didn't know that through the hollow flower window, someone had been watching her all afternoon - watching her profile writing, watching the mole in the corner of her eye, watching her raise her head and gently smell the smell of rainwater and sandalwood.
Yu Lin didn't know that he would hide the blurred photo in the deepest part of the folder and name it "Dragon Boat Festival·Chengdu".
Later he went to Tianzhu. A small county town at the foot of the Qilian Mountains, you can see the silver top of Maya Snow Mountain when you go out. He thought he was just here to recuperate, but he saw the back figure again under the poplar tree at the school gate in late autumn - long wavy hair hanging down on the brown woolen coat, and when he looked up, the tear mole flashed gently in the sunshine on the plateau.
He is a passerby with a trekking pole, and she is a teacher rooted in her hometown. Across the school iron fence,
The June wind and the shadows of the entire row of poplar trees, he said to himself: Just take a look.
Until that day, she put on dark green Tibetan clothes, with braids on her chest, and introduced her to visitors in a loud voice at the school gate.
Campus. The sunlight leaks through the leaves of the poplar trees, and time returns to the day we first met.
He stood among the visitors and listened carefully to her words. My knees hurt faintly, but there was something at the top of my heart.
A swollen, warm pain that was more secretive than my knees.
Intention: A person's waiting and growth, a story about two people slowly getting closer on their own tracks
things. She took root in her hometown to teach and educate people, while he learned to slow down due to his injury. Real
Encounters don't need to be grand, those across windows, across the rain, across the whole street
Gaze, it all counts.