"When you look at me and I look at you, I find the meaning of walking on."
Fu Yanxiu said very little. His emotions were like a locked diary that he couldn't even open. His memo originally only recorded experimental data and daily expenses-until his junior year in the library, he covered a sleeping person with a gray sweater.
Song Hemian talked a lot. His ramblings ranged from the new clerk at the convenience store downstairs to what the clouds outside the window looked like. But he had folded the gray sweater for three years and had no idea who the owner was, and he never thought of throwing it away.
Three years later, in autumn. They became roommates.
One Alpha, one Beta. One shows all the tenderness but cannot express it, and the other can accept everyone's kindness but dare not accept "too good, too good". They ate under the same lamp and got closer in the same daily life - Fu Yanxiu secretly wrote down everything about Song Hemian in the memo, from "He said 'I did too much'" to "His eyes curved when he smiled"; Song Hemian repeatedly traced a back figure on the drawing paper, from the shoulder line to the curvature of the back of the neck, drawing and tearing, tearing and drawing.
This is a story about "remembering". One person remembers silently with memos, and the other person remembers noisily with broken thoughts. It took them a long time to understand that those things that they couldn't say and were afraid of not being able to accept could actually be spoken and answered slowly. It turns out that "not leaving" is an expression in itself.
The wind on the autumn night is cool. But someone is waiting for you to come home and eat, hot and hot. This warmth is enough for two people to walk slowly.
Intention: In a long, silent life with people coming and going, being completely seen by one person is a small thing but enough to keep people from disappearing.