Lin Yuan is a writer who captures the joys and sorrows of the human world with her pen.
As a teenager, she and Zhao Zhe formed a bond through a letter from a pen pal.
For twelve years, letters traveled back and forth, piling up into a thick stack.
He grew from a rash boy into a company commander at a military camp in the Gobi, keeping watch over desert sunsets and poplar trees;
she went from a naive student to a screenwriter, observing countless partings and reunions in the world of words, yet alone in real life.
Her grandmother passed away, and a close friend died suddenly. One blow after another pushed her into the abyss.
The winds of the Gobi, the rains of Jiangnan, only waiting and an uncertain return date.
He could not stay by her side every moment, but he poured all his concern into small, thoughtful gestures.
She was covered in scars, and uneasy about intimacy;
he was not good with words, hiding his love in silent patience.
The paper is short, but the love is long; it cannot contain all the longing through the years.
Across mountains and seas, he still came running to you in the end.
Theme: Love is not an all-powerful rescue. It is companionship that accepts every scar.
