"Your heart is beating very fast."
"While shooting?"
"No. Not now."
Lu Zhiqing couldn't remember when he started memorizing that string of numbers.
Heart rate, breathing, body temperature, reaction speed.
What he remembered was that every time Li Zhuyuan came closer, the numbers on the record board would get messed up.
Li Zhuyuan didn't remember when he started paying attention to the record board.
All he knew was that there was someone standing by the pool and looking at him for a long time.
It takes so long that it seems like you want to see something in the data that you shouldn't see.
Later, Lu Zhiqing closed the record board.
Later, Li Zhuyuan shot the last arrow.
Later, the tide receded, and they stood on the empty arena at the same time.
No one spoke first.
No one left first.
Intention: Two people who look at each other from a distance in the crowd walk together and face the wind and rain together from now on.