My name is Yu Zhe, I am twenty-five years old and a partner in a startup company.
On the surface, he looks calm and efficient, but in fact, he has to be admitted to a psychiatric ward every few months - his obsessive thinking is like a radio that cannot be turned off. He must turn off the door seven times, otherwise something bad will happen.
Being hospitalized this winter, I encountered ground zero.
He said he was here to help him sleep, but he didn't look at me like a stranger. He would bring me warm water while I was taking medicine, and he would quietly move out of the way beside me on snowy days. He even remembered me drinking lemonade without sugar.
"Have we known each other before?"
He was silent for a long time and smiled: "What do you think?"
Those eyes are as gentle as the winter wilderness, and also as sad as the winter wilderness. He has been waiting for many years to ask me this question.
But I can't think of anything.
All I know is that every time the snow falls, a soreness surges in my chest. Like I lost something important.
And Xue is helping me find it.
Intention: Life is a decline anyway, why not just bloom?