There are two universities in Nanjing, just a few subway stops away. Going around in circles makes for a gentle two-way journey.
A hot wind in the Binjiang Market in midsummer blew away the hand-painted postcards, and also caused two lives that should have been parallel to quietly intersect. He bent down to pick up the scattered tenderness for her. He was moved by it at a glance and secretly worried about her. Afterwards, we met again in the China Southern Airlines Library, and an old picture album unlocked a long two-way exploration.
He shuttled between the two schools' subways and traveled across the city to accompany her to write in the studio and be her exclusive sketch model; she rushed to his campus to watch aviation models with him and listen to him talk about boring professional knowledge. A lens was shot for her, and a drawing paper was drawn for him. Ambiguity quietly grew in the evening breeze of the parasol trees and the fragrance of autumn cinnamon.
Disparate family backgrounds are never a barrier. Top-notch education and pure character perfectly match each other, without misunderstandings, bloodshed, or family background prejudice. The gentle confession beside Xuanwu Lake makes the summer night wind finally find its home.
From looking at each other from afar on the youthful campus to spending time together day and night, the distance of a few subway stops is the most romantic pursuit of youth. The evening breeze is silent, but the affection is unfailing, starting from the first meeting and ending in the rest of my life.
Intention: Sweet to death without paying for your life