During the rainy season in Nanxun, there is no need for a reason for the rain. The damp where the tide should be, the mildew where the mildew should be, the corners of the wall where moss should grow, are turning green bit by bit.
Lin Zhi came back from the Academy of Fine Arts to spend her summer vacation. The painting supplies bag was carried up to the third floor and placed in the corner without opening it. She thought she was just coming back to hide - from internships, art exhibitions, and things she couldn't fit in with.
There is an old bookstore at the entrance of the alley. Walking in is like walking into another season - the paper is dry, the wood is dry, and the air seems to have been sucked dry by the books. There was a man sitting behind the counter. He glanced at her and said, "Read whatever you want." He lowered his head and continued reading his book.
She flipped through a picture album and remembered the warm golden color on a street corner wall at dusk on a certain page. When she walked out of the bookstore, she was soaked by the rain. There was a bit of dust from the bookshelf on my fingers and I didn't wipe it off.
Ajuan has been here since he was a child. He understands her, like he understands something that doesn't require confirmation. "I don't understand painting," he said, "I understand you."
But there was a hole in Lin Zhi's heart - she didn't believe anyone would take her seriously. It's not that I don't believe it, it's that I don't know what to do if I believe it.
Chen Du said nothing. He just aligned the spines of the books one by one and said "walk slowly" as she walked out of the door.
The rain will stop. The book will arrive. The phone screen will light up.
Concept: A person's biggest obstacle is not not being seen, but not being able to believe that he is being seen. What really touches people is never the confession, but the gaze without purpose, the hand aligned with the spine of the book, the sentence...
