On one of the few rainy days in the summer of 2020 in the south, Qi Xiaojia always met someone who spoke very poorly in Mandarin.
"My name is Jiang Zhiyu. I'm from Hong Kong. I don't speak Mandarin very well."
What she didn't expect was to meet again, at the opening ceremony of her senior year of high school, where she spoke as a well-known alumnus.
Jiang Zhiyu looked down on the stage, and the moment his eyes met Qi Xiaojia's, they both heard the beating of heartbeats that was louder than the applause around them.
"Jiajia, just because I say I like to listen to "Street Light Dinner" doesn't mean that I am willing to let you accompany me for nothing. I can't afford to delay you."
"Jiang Zhiyu, don't take yourself too seriously. It's not that I can't live without you."
We met again five years later, and the moment Jiang Zhiyu's dry and warm fingers held Qi Xiaojia's wrist again, Qi Xiaojia understood for the first time what it means to "shed tears first when she wants to speak".
The reason why Qi Xiaojia was willing to wait for Jiang Zhiyu for five years was because she wanted to truly stand in Jiang Zhiyu's situation at that time and understand her dilemma.
Qi Xiaojia, who became a professional writer, wrote in his book that he had been conceiving for five years: The sunshine in August is very hot, and the ray of sunshine cast among the dense shadows is still what my heart longs for.
Purpose: Mutual growth