There are thirty-seven bends on the northern slope of Cangshan Mountain, and the road book for each bend was written by Zhao Wanzhou.
When she was nineteen years old, she saw Shen Shiyan running on a mountain road for the first time. The silver-gray GTR slid through the curves close to the cliff, and the speed was as fast as a light splitting the night. Later, she became his navigator, writing directions for him, adjusting the vehicle, and sitting on the left side of him in every speed of life and death. Every road sheet she ever wrote had three letters in the lower right corner: Z. W. Z.
Shen Shiyan traveled to Cangshan for three years and never opened a window. He said wind is a variable and he doesn't like things that are uncontrollable. The day Zhao Wanzhou took his passenger seat for the first time, he rolled down the window, closed his eyes and said, "The smell of this road is different from other roads."
She didn't say that she liked the way he smelled.
In two years and more than 700 days, she walked through all the dangerous roads for him. There was heavy fog in the mountains on the day she confessed her love. She sat in the driver's seat and turned to look at him. Her voice was as steady as announcing the road: "Shen Shiyan, I like you."
He said: "I have someone else in my heart."
Zhao Wanzhou closed the road book, opened the door and got out of the car. Shan Wu swallowed her whole body and spit it out. Her back was straight and she didn't ask a single word.
Later, Uncle Chen was hospitalized due to appendicitis, and the final race on the North Slope was without a co-driver. When Shen Shiyan stood up from the conference room and walked across the entire yard to find her, he suddenly remembered something - she had been riding in his passenger seat for two years, and every time she got out of the car after running a new track, she would look back at him.
He never returned that look.
Until the seventh turn on the north slope, the road was dark and icy, the car lost control, and the cliff was half a meter away. Zhao Wanzhou reached out and held his wrist in a few tenths of a second, pushing it inward five degrees.
Fifth degree. Less than a centimeter of movement on the steering wheel.
The moment the car body returned to the right position, he realized that her life had been welded to his for the past three years she had been sitting on his left.
On the night of the award ceremony, Shen Shiyan found her under the osmanthus tree. He handed the phone over to her to see - Lin Zhi's message "I'm going back next week" was the "hmm" he had replied three hours ago.
"Zhao Wanzhou," he said, "you are the one I want to win the most."
The mountain wind blew from Cangshan Mountain. Zhao Wanzhou looked up at him and smiled. The tear he had held back for three years finally fell on the collar of his coat.
This is a story about road books, curves, dark ice and mountain wind. It's also the story of a girl who never looked up to anyone - she was in the passenger seat, but she was always her own driver.
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Intention: True love is to stand side by side, not to bend down to accommodate. Before loving someone, run yourself into a light. The deepest tacit understanding is to put your life in the other person's hands, and the slowest waiting is to wait for the fog in his heart to clear.