The Deep Autumn Wind Is Silent

Wen Zhiyi quit his job at a major Internet company, took all his savings to Jiangcheng Old Street, and opened a late-night book bar "Wanfeng". It sells coffee and books during the day, and the door is unlocked after nine o'clock. People who can't sleep can come in and sit without spending any money. She thought that leaving Shanghai would cut off the past with a knife, until the lights in the carpentry workshop next door continued for half a moon until dawn. Shen Yuzhou talked little, was cold and unsocial. He helped her repair bookshelves, thresholds and windows. He only said two words each time: "On the way." Wen Zhiyi knew what he was hiding because she was hiding too. Two people who have been blunted by life, in a slow-moving small town, go from neighbors to acquaintances, from acquaintances to insomnia through two windows late at night. She planted an osmanthus tree, and he said, "It will take three years to bloom." She said, "Then I'll wait." Later she realized that what he was waiting for was much heavier than a flower, a story about slow heartbeat and slow bravery.