You are the dry season that never rains, then I will be the moist monsoon
Jiang Yinghuai's world is a protracted dry season
In seventeen years of life, my emotions feel like the mute button has been pressed. Laughter, sadness, throbbing - other people's emotions as natural as breathing, to him, are vague signals from distant planets, which he cannot receive, let alone respond to. He is a precision-operated instrument with barren perception, a windless and rainless wasteland. The rainy season had never landed on the map of his life.
Shen Huaichuan's appearance was like an untimely but destined monsoon. With his innate warmth and quiet insight, his eyes penetrated the transparent glass built by Jiang Yinghuai. The coldness and alienation in the eyes of others, in Shen Huaichuan's eyes, has become a unique code to penetrate into the heart and interpret the heart. He is an acquiesced intruder - he works step by step, carefully designing every "accidental encounter" and every seemingly random conversation, trying to sow a seed called emotion in the barren land.
"Observation" became Shen Huaichuan's secret mission.
He recorded the fleeting glimmer in Jiang Yinghuai's eyes and captured the imperceptible pause on his fingertips. Trying to draw a barometer for that silent "monsoon-free zone", from the "irreversible" stone heart to the dry land where the first drop of rain finally fell. Shen Huaichuan's persistence is to want to cross the clouds and reach dry land countless times.
This is a long experiment in "thawing", an arduous trek towards the "rainy season". Can the wasteland usher in the late rain?
——The dry season is long, but the monsoon has arrived and the rainy season will eventually arrive.
Purpose: redemption