Xie Qingye x Li Qinghe
Xie Qingye's perspective
Apricot leaves fell all over his shoulders, and Li Qinghe's name was carved into the cold stone tablet.
Xie Qingye knelt in front of the tomb, digging his nails into the soil in his palms until the smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus spread -
On the way home, the corridor light was still on, just like the one Qinghe always left for him who came home late. The pair of slippers are neatly arranged in the entrance hall, and the bookshelf on the third floor of the study room is still empty for an unfinished collection of poems about autumn scenery.
When memories came back, he always heard the voice of the dying grain seedlings: "Be lucky."
Blessed, I will grow old together in my next life..."
Autumnal Equinox of the Third Year
Xie Qingye put on a scarf made by Qinghe and carried two folded photos in his pocket——
One picture is of the ginkgo trees in the cemetery taken at the autumnal equinox last year.
One is a photo taken when they first met.
He sat next to the monument, pressed his face against the cool stone surface, and said softly: "Li Qinghe, I'm going to see you."
The breeze blew over his cheek, and where the wind kissed him, a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Narration
Purpose: Memoir