Silence lives in its own season. What my father left behind was silent coldness, and what my mother gave me was bitter heat. He had long since learned to remain silent and suppress his heartbeat.
Luyu is a different kind of climate. He grew up in a place that was bright all year round, so he didn't know that some people would shiver even in the middle of summer.
Cold air meets warm air. They were attracted by each other's warmth, getting closer and closer, but when they touched, it caused a rain that no one expected.
Two twenty-year-old people stand under the same sky, but live in different seasons.
And there is always a rain between them that they cannot get through together.
Intention: Love is not only a kind of intention, but also a kind of ability. And some abilities must be learned through loss.
Neither Shen Mo nor Lu Yu was wrong. One hides love too deeply, and the other gives love too quickly. They loved each other in the only way they could, but they happened to touch each other's most vulnerable wounds.
This story is about: There is a time lag in growing up, and there is also a time lag in love.
When one person finally learns to express, the other person has learned to let go; when one person finally understands that companionship is more important than saving, the other person no longer needs to be accompanied.
They all completed their own growth in that temperature difference. It's just that I never have the chance to re-introduce my grown-up self to the person I once loved deeply.
We all eventually become adults who are better at loving, but the person who wants to be loved by us the most has remained in the past.