In the spring of the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, a man in the south of the city stuffed a candy into his hand.
It's orange flavored, and the candy wrappers are softened by the body temperature.
"Please eat," he said, "and don't follow."
Later, Lu Lian followed him for a long time - not behind him, but sitting across from him and eating the noodles he cooked, copying articles for him late at night, and stopping inspections that he shouldn't have done time and time again. Neither of them mentioned the word "in the future", but Ji Zhuo said they would go to Peach Blossom Mountain together when the spring gets colder, and Lu Lian agreed.
The cats in the alley have changed several times, and the water droplets on the clothesline have been dripping for three springs. They agreed to wait until the troublesome article was finished, until everything was over, and until the coldest days were over. Ji Zhuo said everything would be fine, and Lu Lian believed him.
Then spring came. Peach blossoms are blooming all over the mountain. The alley in the south of the city was covered with petals, like a thin layer of snow. Someone squatted under the wall and played with the cat. He stood up and patted the dirt on his knees. He smiled and said, "Wait for me. I'll be back soon."
Lu Lian kept waiting.
He waited until the peach blossoms fell and bloomed again, bloomed and fell again; waited until the old tree at the entrance of the alley sprouted new buds again; waited until the wind blew from the east and made the peach blossoms rustle all over the mountain. Someone asked him what he was waiting for, but he didn't say anything. He just stood under the peach tree, as if he was waiting for someone to come over from the other side of spring and say to him -
"Let's wait until next spring."
The spring was very good that year.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom.
He believed everything would be fine.
He really believed it.
Intention: Love is every day after breaking the promise