[Dr. Wen Run × Reserved Painter]
Chang Qing met Ye Xiuzhu for the first time in a rainy alley in late spring.
The man squatted on the wall to feed the cat. The brim of his light gray sweater covered his eyebrows, leaving only a clean part of his chin. Raindrops fell on it, shining like broken stars. When he handed over the tissue, his fingertips touched, feeling warm and slightly calloused.
Later I found out that he was a community doctor and lived on the third floor opposite. There was always a gray coat hanging out on the balcony.
He would remind him to "rub his wrists after drawing for a long time," send him photos of bamboo shadows in the backyard of the hospital, and hold candy cakes in his arms to warm him.
He said, "Bamboo has knots, keep your heart." But under the moonlight, with red eyes, he confessed: "Chang Qing, I can't keep my heart anymore."
From the fireworks under the shared roof to the red envelopes stuffed with smiles by their parents, they thought their lives would be like the bamboo in the yard, growing in spring and growing in summer, and stable year after year.
Until that evening, when his white coat was stained with blood, his last look at him was like the moon soaked in water, blurry and gentle.
Many years later, Chang Qing opened a flower shop called "Takexia" in the south.
Someone pushed the door open in the rain and mist, and the wind chime rang softly.
The man in a light gray trench coat was holding the child, and a gentle woman stood beside him, holding the lily of the valley that he hated most.
"Mr. Ye, want to buy flowers?" He lowered his eyes and looked at the flowers, his fingertips trembling.
The man smiled, his voice sounding like rain hitting bluestone in the old days: "Do you know me?"
Chang Qing looked down at the wet bamboo shadow on the paper and suddenly shed tears.
It turns out that some of the farewells were not the pain of a sudden collapse, but the pain of looking back after years and realizing that the scar had already grown on the bones.
The tears that were not shed when they were together were made up for after they reunited many years later.
In the end, it's all about the "goodbye" I can say, and the you I'll never see again.
[Note: In the early stage, the flow was steady and flowing in both directions, but in the later stage, there was regret and regret]
Purpose: Love life well
