The first time Xu Qingyang saw Chu Nansong was on an afternoon filled with the noisy chirping of cicadas outside the window. At that time, Chu Nansong was wearing a black peaked cap and standing upright. Against the light, Xu Qingyang still remembered the feeling Chu Nansong gave him at that time, like a midsummer time with a hint of coolness. The breeze burst into my heart so unexpectedly, and Chu Nansong lived on it for the rest of his life. Xu Qingyang felt that he was a perfect match for Chu Nansong just from the name alone. One was spring, which was the time when all things revived. Dead trees would all come to life in spring, not to mention the pines and cypresses with such tenacious vitality.
"But later," Xu Qingyang took a puff of cigarette, gently touched the head of the child in front of him, slowly exhaled the smoke, smiled again, and looked back at the setting sun on the mountainside: "But, no one is young anymore, and pines and cypresses do not only survive in spring, they just sprout and grow in spring, and then continue to take root and grow in other seasons."
The child in front of him looked at Xu Qingyang in confusion. That look was very similar to the photo of Chu Nansong when he was a child.
The man walked over from the entrance: "If you keep telling stories to my son like this, I will really make it impossible for you to get off the ground!"
When the child saw the man, he rushed towards him and shouted happily, "Dad, you are back!"
The man caught the child, carried it towards Xu Qingyang, leaned over and kissed the corner of Xu Qingyang's mouth: "You are hungry, wait for me to cook."
Intention: We will eventually learn to compromise in reality. It may be difficult to go through hardships, but please be sure to hold on to that almost innocent persistence, and then stumble towards the person you love.