"The yue tree was born on the Huai'an coast"
One is as warm and magnanimous as the tide in midsummer (Shou), and one is as gentle and alienated as the sea breeze in winter (Gong)
——"Have you ever waited for a ship that never docked?"
Documentary director Xu Qihuai fled to the coastal town of Cyan Island with scars all over his body, and met late-night radio host Shi Yue.
"Photographing me counts as material?" Shi Yue raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Qihuai who was hiding behind the camera.
"Forget it." Xu Qihuai said without changing his expression, ""Record of Life in a Small Town", you are also part of Cyanotic Qingyu."
Shi Yue chuckled and handed him an orange: "Taste it, it's sour first and then sweet."
Xu Qihuai took a bite and frowned because of the sourness, but he tasted it sweet after three seconds - very much like Shiyue.
The rain in Cyan Lantau came suddenly.
"The umbrella is crooked." Xu Qihuai said.
"The wind is strong." Shiyue's face did not change, but his left shoulder was already soaked.
"Your shoulders..."
"Old injuries." Shiyue interrupted, "It hurts when it rains."
Xu Qihuai didn't ask again, but when he had a fever at night, Shiyue's hand pressed against his forehead, and it was as cold as the sea.
"Uncomfortable..."
"You deserve it." Shi Yue cursed, but kept wiping his sweat with his hand, "Who let you get wet in the rain?"
The tide of Cyan Lantau comes every day, but some waiting is destined to be fruitless.
"How long does it take for mountain lotus leaves to bloom?" Shi Yue asked.
"I don't know." Xu Qihuai looked at the transparent petals in the rain, "Maybe it will be defeated by the rain."
Adult love is the boat that he can't wait for at the dock, and the side of his face that he erases repeatedly when editing.
——We briefly lived on the same coast before the tide came.
Purpose: Learn to be frank and brave in loneliness and watchfulness.
