[Looking cold and distant, but actually taking every step of the way, the fishing type attack × Seemingly gentle and polite, but actually being paranoid and affectionate, crazy criticism]
Hello, Lu Zhiyu.
I am Jiang Ming. You may not remember me, and that's okay. I just want to tell you a few things.
You said back then that I should stand in the spotlight and play the violin. I didn't listen. I went to medical university and later threw up your combat boots in Hoh Xil. Sorry, I really didn't mean that time.
You guard your plateau, I worship my mountain. I knelt down at the foot of Kunlun Mountain for three whole days. His forehead was broken and his hands were worn out. I don't believe in God, but if the mountain god is really here, I only ask for one thing - for you to be safe.
Do you still remember, I made a bet with you. If I lose the horse race, I will confess to you five times. You didn't respond the first four times. Later you asked me why I wanted to study medicine. I said that I am an extremely selfish person, and all my choices are for my love.
The last confession I left to the mountain. I told the mountain god that I hope Lu Zhiyu is safe. If you can hear it, can you give me a little reaction? Just treat it like it was the fifth time I received it.
Later I secretly flipped through your photo album. It's full of pictures of me. Those under the kapok tree, those on the playground, those in the cafeteria, and those lying on the desk when I was asleep. You have been taking pictures for ten years, and the date and a sentence are written on the back of each picture. The most recent one was taken by you at the nursing station. I was wearing a white coat and writing medical records. On the back it says: "He's coming."
Lu Zhiyu, every time before you go on a mission, you always open the locked bedside table late at night. I know what's in it. The title of each letter is probably my name. If you didn't give it to me, I wouldn't dismantle it. But I'm telling you—I don't want those letters. I want you to come back in person, and if you have anything to say, tell me face to face.
I guess, before you opened this notebook, you never knew that from the moment you pressed the shutter under the kapok tree when you were seventeen, my violin was played only for you.
——Jiang Ming, in Hoh Xil
Intention: Love is not a restriction, it is a fulfillment. The true protection is not to protect a person under his wings, but to make him become the mountain itself.