The dessert shop closes at ten o'clock in the evening. Shen Wang stood behind the counter, wiped the last cup, and pushed the chair back under the table. He didn't close the door, he was waiting for someone.
He didn't know if that person was coming yet. He didn't know how long he could wait.
In the summer, a person came here. He sat near the bar, ordered a glass of hot milk, tilted his head and smiled and said, "Thank you, my name is He Yu." Later, that person never came again.
Shen Wang still stood behind the counter every day, cleaning the same cup and clearing the same table. There was a crease in the corner of the menu from the man who hadn't smoothed it out. When he bent over, he began to feel that he couldn't straighten up. After standing for a long time, he had to hold on to the countertop to rest for a while, but he didn't tell anyone and didn't turn off the light.
It was still daylight and the store hadn't closed yet. He stood behind the counter, waiting for the door to be pushed open again. He didn't know if the door would ever open. He just thought that if He Yu pushed the door in one day and saw that he was still in the same place, he wouldn't be too sad. He just needed to let He Yu know that when he came, he would always be there.
Intention: out of reach