"Leaves thousands
But roots are one
The youth accustomed to lying
I let flowers and leaves spread in the sunlight
Now I can wilt to become truth"
—— Ye Ci, "Mature Wisdom"
Just as Shi Wangyue asked Ning Youguang about not losing flowers, she was thinking about these lines from Ye Ci's poem.
...
Monday morning, 7:30.
Ning Youguang, who had stayed a week in the hospital and then rested at home for another week, got up early to freshen up, and was changing shoes at the entrance, ready to leave for work.
Already dressed, Shi Wangyue followed her out with a round, milky white hand warmer in his hand, "It's chilly outside, take this."
"Thank you." Ning Youguang casually took it, "Do you have one?"
"I don't need it; I'm not driving." Shi Wangyue also bent down to change his shoes.
