In September, the south is still immersed in the unresolved summer heat. Liang Shi, who came from the north, dragged his old suitcase and crashed into this city filled with the fragrance of gardenias and motorcycle exhaust.
The unintelligible dialect, the sourly sweet food, and the vast campus where he was like an out-of-place bystander, wrote down all his loneliness in the uninhabited town in his diary. It wasn't until he met Huang Yimeng with his fingertips stained with engine oil under the pale light of Beimensha County snacks.
It's the hands carrying cold water from the container at the construction site, the person holding a cigarette in front of the second-hand mobile phone store, the smell of washing powder coming from the back seat of the electric car, and the warm pork rib soup on the cement pier by the river. They met in the alleyway late at night, holding hands silently in the moonlight of the abandoned construction site. They hid all the tenderness they dared not express in their mouths in the insulated buckets and crooked carvings that were "on the way".
But the quagmire of the original family drags people down. The public abuse, the unexpected farewell, and a brief phone call on a rainy night, together with the person who disappeared out of thin air, sealed the young man's thoughts in the rain that spring.
Eight years later, Liang Shi stood under the street lamp at the north gate again.
The mobile phone store has been replaced by a milk tea shop, and the iron fence has been repaired so tightly that even the people from back then seem to have never existed.
Only the smoothed-out game coins in his wallet, the blurred letters on the cement piers by the river, and the lingering warmth in his chest that never faded reminded him that some people would leave traces in his life that would last a lifetime even if they only passed by him once.
Intent: True love lies in persistence and the courage to express