Lin Chi, a student from the Department of Architecture, bumped into Shen Che in Rujing Building.
The man spoke little and had cold hands. He handed over an umbrella and drew a cat. We held hands in autumn, cooked noodles in winter, and looked at the lights of the entire city side by side in spring. Lin Chi thought that life would continue like this.
But there was a rain in Shen Che's heart that he didn't know about. His mother was seriously ill, and he had carried the weight of the study visit notice from the other side of the ocean for too long alone. On the day he left, he left behind a piece of ginkgo leaf: "If the moon breaks, don't forget that you picked up its light."
Three years after he left, the trees in Turnip Tower turned yellow and turned green again. Lin Chi learned to go to the rooftop alone, eat wontons alone, and draw pictures by the window. He wasn't sure if the man still remembered the way home.
He just waits.
Wait for the rain to stop and wait for someone to come back.
——This is not a thrilling story. It is just a rain that has been falling for a long time, a person who has been waiting for a long time, and a house that finally does not leak.
Intention: Waiting is the clumsiest and most determined form of love; and the real reunion is not when that person comes back, but when you realize that you have never really lost him.