"The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."
——Later, Chen Jin realized that this poem was a lie. The boat passed the mountain, but the mountain was still there.
Meng Qingya is always number one in the architecture department. The drawings are accurate to millimeters, and life is accurate to what should be done every minute. Everyone said that he would enter a national-level design institute in the future, have a bright future, be well-matched, and marry a gentle and decent wife.
Chen Jin is the only curve in his life that has no size.
He thought Chen Jin didn't understand. I don't understand the gap between them, I don't understand why he can't hold his hand in front of others, I don't understand how many sleepless nights behind his saying "give me some time".
But he didn't know that Chen Jin knew everything.
Chen Jin just liked him so much that he was willing to act stupid.
On the day the noodle shop closed down, Chen Jin put the last key on Meng Qingya's drawing.
There was a note pressed next to it, with only five words:
"No need to give me time."
Three years.
When Meng Qingya demolished the last building in the old city, he found the noodle shop among the ruins. The door lock is rusty and the stove is covered with dust, but the stomach medicine in the drawer on the left has not expired - someone comes back to replace it once a year.
What he didn't know was that Chen Jin lived in the building opposite that was about to be demolished, watching him demolish the mountain between them inch by inch.
——
I build bridges not to pass more people.
It's so that one day I can walk through it myself.
Intention: I have built countless bridges just so that one day I can cross fate and come to your side.