1
The wind slipped away from the branches and leaves, and there was a rustling dialogue. Boom! The voices suddenly became louder.
"Ouch!"
A small green fruit bone stopped and her head rolled away along the gap in the stone road. Liu Xing looked up to find the root cause. She thought she was possessed by Newton, but it turned out to be man-made. She saw a young man holding fruit and squatting among the branches of a tree.
The man looked at her apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hit you properly."
This was the first time she and Wei Jinlu met.
Then the man fell to the ground in twos and twos, took out a few apricots from his arms and gave them to her, "How about I use this to make amends to you?"
Liu Xing saw him walking away, picked out one, wiped it with the corner of his clothes and stuffed it into his mouth.
Another "Ouch!"
She remembered the sourness of these few seconds for five years.
"Apricots. Oxygen. Snowflakes. That's her secret."
2
It was something she never expected after so many years.
Wei Jinlu, who had always been calm and self-possessed, drank one cup after another at the barbecue stall. He was so drunk that he fell on the table, but kept mumbling the same words.
"Liu... Xing... I want to see Liu Xing."
The good brother on the opposite side leaned close to him and tried to hear clearly.
"Meeting stars!? You want to see shooting stars!!"
So the next day, Wei Jinlu, who was not yet sober from the wine, was carried up the mountain without knowing why. The hostility emanating from his body made him want to remake "The Hidden Corner" on the spot.
The brother suddenly felt a chill behind his back. He turned around slightly and realized that something was wrong. He said remedially, "Come earlier so you can get a seat!"
In the middle of the night, shooting stars flicker, streaking through light and heat.
Wei Jinlu put down the camera and turned around just as he was about to walk back to the tent.
The moment he turned around, he saw her standing quietly behind him with a smile as bright as an orange blossom.
There was a light shining brighter than shooting stars in his eyes.
Intention: Sweep away hunger and be yourself