"A person should always get lost once in his life before he can find his true way back."
The following is an introduction:
On the day when his third novel collapsed, Zhou Shuli threw himself on the wrong bus to Yunnan.
Rainstorm. Collapse. Stray.
When she raised her camera towards the ruins of Manidui, a man with an injured brow suddenly appeared in the frame.
Qi Wan has seen too many such urban wanderers——
With delicate skin and broken soul, it is like the blue ink in her pen that is still drying.
He handed over half a tube of glutinous rice fragrant tea: "A writer's hands should not be stained by the frost of sacrificial stones."
Later she found out:
The moment he presses the shutter, the mountain wind will stop;
The old wound on his left shoulder was deeper than the heroes in all her novels;
He always says "Follow the light", but forgets that he is her light source;
"Qi Wan, do you believe words can heal people?"
"I just believe," he wiped her muddy lens, "the person who can make me put down the camera is more important than the lens."
Reading Guide
◆Retired sniper×healing writer, road writer
◆Each chapter corresponds to a type of Yunnan tea, and each relationship progress corresponds to a different altitude.
◆He taught her to sharpen pencils with a military dagger, and she taught him how to be loved
Purpose: Love life
