When the luan tree fruit fell, Shen Ting worked as a caregiver in a nursing home. Every morning, he swept away the broken fruits on the ground and pushed the patients to bask in the sun. Life was dull, but he felt that he was doing well.
The only strange thing is that there is always a man sitting under the Luan tree looking at him.
The man's name was Ji Zhixu. He wore a neat suit and a scratched plastic ring on his ring finger. Colleagues at the nursing home said that his wife had lived here for many years and had never recovered from her illness.
When Shen Ting lowered her head and glanced at his feet, he stepped aside slightly, as if he was afraid of getting in the way. Shen Ting felt at ease and regarded him as an ordinary family member, until that night when the power went out——
In the darkness, Ji Zhixu held his face and said, "I thought you were leaving again."
Shen didn't understand. All he knew was that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.
For example, he is not actually a caregiver. He was the patient who had been there for two years.
For example, the plastic ring on Ji Zhixu's ring finger was given by him.
No one has taught them how to love each other. One is used to covering up loss of control with indifference, and the other is used to swallowing fear with silence. But when wild dogs learn to guard their homes, their bites can turn into hugs.
Intention: Wandering, biting, and protecting food in the emotional desert, but eventually learned to bow his head.