When Van Gogh cut off his ear in the lonely night, Monet's Sunrise Lake glowed with golden light. The moment Xu Zhimo looked at Lin Huiyin, the water in Cambridge stopped flowing in the cracks of time. At the airport in H City, I watched the planes take off and land outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport, and I murmured to Fan Qing why two people who like to see exhibitions couldn't go to the exhibition together. He looked at me quietly, raised and then retracted his hand that wanted to touch me, and finally said to me: Ann, take care of yourself along the way. I knew in my heart that he had become estranged from me and we could not go back. In the end, I left the city without looking back.
Two years later... The plane landed at Nancheng Airport. Nothing seemed to have changed, but everything seemed to have changed again. The people on the plane were noisy, some were speaking Japanese and some were speaking Chinese. I stared at my phone closely, and finally the long-lost "China Mobile" popped up in the top column. Only then did I feel at ease, feeling that I was finally back. What about Fan Qing...
Intent: In this era of fast food, I hope everyone can encounter that slow-cooked porridge