Cultural relic restorer x freelance illustrator
Jiang Chi, a ceramic restorer at the Provincial Museum, is worried about a Yuan Dynasty plum vase with red underglaze and peony patterns.
The restoration plan was questioned, and the work of collecting images of the old city came one after another. He had to walk into the old city that was about to be demolished.
There was a man there who always sat by the broken wall and sketched, drawing old buildings, drawing alleyways, and him.
Jiang Chi felt that the man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. He only remembered the way the man looked at him, as if he was from an old time far away.
Shen Tinglan is a freelance illustrator and recorder of old city life archives.
He knew Jiang Chi's identity better than anyone, but he remained silent.
He had already learned not to take the initiative or approach, but Jiang Chi had to serve him tea, hold an umbrella, watch him eat, and block all troubles for him.
Shen Tinglan finally asked: "Jiang Chi, if you can't recognize me, why are you still being nice to me?"
Until Jiang Chi opened the old sketchbook, he saw two children and a broken kite in the textile factory compound eighteen years ago.
There is a line written below: "Jiang Chi, did you see me this time?"
Shen Tinglan raised his head, turned the pencil half a circle, and said in a very soft voice, "I am Xiaolan."
Jiang Chi wanted to make up for the missed eighteen years, but Shen Tinglan pushed him away: "If you are just out of guilt, then there is no need."
He doesn't want to become someone's old thing, nor does he want to be a crack that needs to be erased.
Jiang Chi realized for the first time that some things couldn't be fixed, and some people had to start from scratch.
Concept: Love is not about repairing, but about choosing to stay in the cracks.