Mountains and Rivers Remain the Same

In the autumn of 2008, in the first (third) class of senior high school in the county town, Shen Zhiyuan sat in the last row by the window, and Lin Wan sat two rows in front of him. There was a cat drawn on the cuff of her school uniform, and he drew a road in the margins of her textbook. They published a blackboard newspaper together, she wrote "Distant Place" and he drew a mountain. On graduation day, same train, different carriages. One ticket goes to Nanjing and one goes to Beijing. On the platform, she said, "Remember to say something when we get there," and he said, "Okay." No one said goodbye. In the next fifteen years, he traveled through mountains and seas and took pictures of countless landscapes, but there was always one person missing in the lens. She opened a bookstore called "Yuanyuan". On the wall was an empty photo of the sunset in the back mountain. The mountain is still the same mountain, and the wind is still the same. But every time he pressed the shutter, he wanted to ask - If the wind hadn't been so strong that June, would the outcome have been different?