He didn't think about waiting, just like a still island knowing that it can't wait for the occasional bird to roost. As a man in his thirties, he gradually no longer resists various forms of blind dates arranged by his parents, relatives, friends, and enthusiastic colleagues.Among the women sitting opposite him, there are peers, female civil servants, white-collar workers of foreign companies, lawyers and reporters, all of whom are intelligent, gentle, or sweet, without exception.He went to the appointment as scheduled, and the other half of his soul often floated into the air, smiling at the remaining half of himself, nodding, greeting, and saying goodbye... At the end, he asked himself: "Who are they?"

I don't know when it started, even the hospital where he works has ridiculous gossips: Dr. Ji of the general surgery department is probably gay, otherwise he is nearly thirty, why is there no woman around him who walks a little closer. When others relayed it to him, he just thought it was funny.He obviously didn't think about being single, but there was no suitable one, really, there wasn't one. Sometimes he accidentally passed the small road in the old teaching staff dormitory area, and slowly went around the corner. The small lawn was still the same. Once, he saw other children sketching there, their backs were thin, and they were extremely focused. .He stayed there for a long time, and then went home.

That night, his mother who taught Chinese language and literature at the university found that her son had been alone in the study for a long time. When she walked over, she saw an old book on her shelf in front of him. She glanced at it and opened it. The page is just the first "Partridge Sky". "...you may not see Danqing in your dreams...the world will never be sad after a long absence."