Moist Thoughts Will Bloom

Wen Jing is an editor who is accustomed to weaving fairy tales with words. Her thirty-two-year-old life is like a neat calendar, until that rainy night, someone handed her a black umbrella with leaves engraved on it. Shen Xuyao ​​is the new art director of the publishing house. He is taciturn and cold, but his writing contains the breath of spring. He remembered the lapis lazuli bracelet she had lost at the art exhibition five years ago, the page numbers of each of her unpopular fairy tales, and even the stray cat she always fed on Wednesday evenings. When the editor-in-chief suggested that the two of them collaborate on a four-season picture book, those heartbeats hidden in the fragrance of ink finally had nowhere to hide—— He jumped into the shallows without hesitation when collecting wind in the wetlands, his childhood memories illuminated by candlelight in the mountain village during heavy rains, and his incubator in the hospital corridor always kept a constant 42°C. Until Wen Jing discovered the truth in her mother's old newspaper clippings: It turned out that all the characters in her works who were treated tenderly by the world had been silently guarded by someone for five years. "I didn't fall in love with you suddenly." In the rainy alley on New Year's Eve, his eyelashes were stained with tiny particles of snow. "In the past five years, I have been moving towards you with every stroke." Concept: Drizzle kisses the sycamore leaves