In the City Light

The subway during the evening rush hour was like a panting steel beast, making a dull echo in the tunnel. Lin Weiran's hand holding the canvas bag suddenly loosened, and the bag strap snapped - the folder fell to the ground, and the newly printed design drawings were scattered on the floor. One of them was rolled up by the airflow and gently stuck to the leather shoes of the man in front of her. It's Chen Yizhou. Lin Weiran's heartbeat suddenly stopped beating. She recognized these shoes, dark brown Oxford shoes, the edges of which were always polished clean, just like his always-ironed white shirt. They were the only "coordinates" she could accurately capture among the countless blurry figures in this office building. She hurriedly knelt down to pick it up. Just when her fingertips were about to touch the drawing, another strong hand picked it up first. Chen Yizhou's fingertips had a rough feeling like paper. When he handed it over, it accidentally brushed against the back of her hand, like a small cluster of sparks that silently exploded in the noisy carriage. "Thank you." Lin Weiran lowered his head and his voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum. She didn't dare to look at him, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a light scar where his sleeves were rolled up - she had seen this scar in the convenience store downstairs last week when he worked overtime until early in the morning. At that time, he was lowering his head to tear off the band-aid, and the warm yellow light fell on his eyelashes, like a layer of fine snow falling. She hid behind the shelf, holding the instant coffee with two milks and one sugar that she had just bought, the same style as his, but did not dare to come forward. "Design drawing?" Chen Yizhou's voice was gentler than in the conference room, with a little smile, "The renovation plan for the rooftop terrace? The drawing is very detailed." Lin Weiran raised his head suddenly. It was a private work that she stayed up for three nights. There was a small moon pattern hidden in the corner of the drawing, which she secretly added - she heard that he liked to smoke on the terrace and watch the moon. "Yes, yes." When she nodded, the subway arrival tone suddenly sounded, and the crowd poured in like a tide. Chen Yizhou subconsciously raised his arms to form a small barrier in front of her. His arms were not very broad, but they blocked the crowds of people and trapped her breath in the air that smelled of faint cedar. "I'll get off at this stop." He took back his hand, took two steps towards the car door, then looked back at her, "Come on with the plan, I'm looking forward to it." The car door slowly closed, isolating his figure and the turbid air in the car. Lin Weiran lowered his head to sort out the drawings, and suddenly discovered that on the piece of paper he had touched, there was a very light pencil mark next to the moon - a crooked star, hiding in the shadows as if afraid of being discovered. The subway continued to move forward, and the advertising light box outside the window flickered on and off, reflecting on her hot cheeks. Lin Weiran held the drawing with the stars and the moon in her hand, and suddenly felt that there really seemed to be a glimmer of light in this reinforced concrete city, quietly lighting up from a corner that she had not noticed. Intention: good