It's Sunny Today

Song Li dreamed of that person again. In the dream, his back was facing the light, and his school uniform was zipped to the top, leaving her with the words "focus on study" and his back without looking back. She stood there holding the love letter, the paper was wrinkled, and the words "Lu Zhiyu" were stained with tears. Ten years later, Song Li was a young reporter at Qingcheng Evening News and accepted a character article. When she turned to the first page of the document, she was stunned at her workstation for a long time - the person in the photo had high eyebrows, a straight nose, and a meticulous tie. Lu Zhiyu, the youngest captain of China Southern Airlines, was about to return to Qingcheng for a month's leave. On the day of the interview, she was standing at the arrival gate holding a sign. When she saw him dragging his flight case out, she called "Captain Lu" with a professional smile and a businesslike attitude. He looked at her for three seconds and said "hmm", just one word. Song Li thought that this month was just a business-to-business meeting. After collecting the manuscripts, everyone went back to their own places. Qingcheng was so big that it was harder to meet someone than to win the lottery. But Lu Zhiyu would send text messages late at night saying "Don't wear canvas shoes next time". He would tell her under the ginkgo tree, "My mother was not in good health until I came back." He still spoke few words, but every word reminded her of the person he was ten years ago. Song Li took a step back, and he took a step forward. She pretended not to know her, but he had to remember her slowly. She told herself that it was just a job, but when the news rolled that the flight he was flying was missing, she bought a plane ticket, flew to another city, and sat in the corner of the terminal waiting for twelve hours. Her cell phone was out of battery, her nails dug into her palms, and there was only one thought in her mind - why haven't I told him once in ten years. When Lu Zhiyu called her to stop outside the parking lot, there was gauze on his forehead and there was dust on his uniform. He looked at her red eyes, and the first sentence he said was "I'm fine", and the second sentence was "Song Li, I like you. I owe this sentence for ten years." She hugged him without saying a word, crying until her shoulders were shaking. Later, Song Li asked him why he applied to be transferred back to Qingcheng in the first place. Lu Zhiyu was silent for a long time and said, "Because the nurse did not take good care of her." "Just be tough." He lowered his head and looked into her eyes: "... Because you are here." Outside the window was a rare sunny day in September in Qingcheng. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the ginkgo leaves and shone on the ground between the two people. Song Li buried his face in his shoulder and said dullly: "Lu Zhiyu, can you not hold back your words for ten years in the future?" He hugged her a little tighter, and his voice came from above her head. "Okay." Some people say that the job of a pilot is to say goodbye all the time. But there was a crumpled note in the innermost layer of Lu Zhiyu's flight case. It was written when he was a boy many years ago. There were only eight words—— "It's going to be sunny today and it's good to see Song Li." Intention: It doesn't matter if some people are late, but you have to let them know that you are waiting.