[Socially Anxious Photographer × Energetic Guesthouse Owner]
People who traveled long roads and learned to be brave because they were loved: could they send Zhang Jiashu a letter?
Teach her how to say aloud the name she keeps buried in her heart. After all, silence is what Zhang Jiashu does best.
"Am I really just a tree that can only stand in one place as punishment?"
Zhang Jiashu searched for answers everywhere.
She asked the spring cherry blossoms on Yoshino Mountain in Japan, the herds following the water across Africa's Serengeti, the autumn colors covering Canada's Banff, and the snowcapped peaks of the Himalayas in Nepal.
The world is vast, and everything has its own voice.
Their answers were all different, but none of them was "Xu Huaiyu."
Zhang Jiashu thought she simply hadn't traveled far enough. So she came to Bergen, the rainy city with its long fjords.
It was pouring rain the day she arrived.
Zhang Jiashu had just collected her luggage and was wrapping her bags in rain covers when someone suddenly called her name.
She looked up slowly and pushed her glasses up. The person in her line of sight smiled even more broadly.
"It really is you!" The person ran toward Zhang Jiashu against the flow of the crowd. "Long time no see. Do you remember me?"
As if worried that this wooden-headed person wouldn't recognize them, they added, "It's me! Xu Huaiyu, your seatmate from high school!"
Theme: They will meet again.
