postscript
The bedside lamp was on softly in the ward.
Jiang Jiawei opened her eyes and tried to move her finger that wasn't receiving an IV, but found it was pinned down and she couldn't move it. She looked down and saw Mu Zhengxi lying on the side of the bed, his face half-turned, sleeping peacefully with his eyelids closed.
How did this happen again?
She remembered that she went back to the company for a meeting and had originally planned to invite a few senior executives to dinner the next day, but was rejected.
"Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Jiawei suddenly realized that the winter solstice had already arrived.
I opened my phone, my finger hovering over the pinned contact. We agreed to talk about it when I got home, but because of all the things that happened at the end of the year, it had been put off and never brought up. The last thing we said was about divorce.
Let's go home for dinner tomorrow night.
They must be busy and haven't replied yet.
Then, she went back to her office, dealt with the backlog of documents, and held a short video conference. When she finally stood up, perhaps because she had been sitting for a long time, she suddenly felt dizzy. All she could remember was her assistant's frightened shouts in her ear.
Jiang Jiawei raised her other hand, which had an IV catheter inserted, and accidentally pulled it, letting out a soft hiss. The fingers on her hand immediately twitched as if in a seizure, and Mu Zhengxi woke up.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I accidentally pulled it."
The person who was half-sitting up reached out and covered her eyes, turned on the ward light, and glanced at the other hand with the IV catheter inserted.
Jiang Jiawei asked, "What time is it now?"
"A little after five o'clock."
"Am I experiencing low blood sugar?"
Mu Zhengxi released his hand and hummed in agreement. "Is it too bright? Should we dim it a bit?"
"Need not."
Would you like some water?
Jiang Jiawei shook her head. She looked at him and slowly began to speak, "I had a very, very long dream."
Mu Zhengxi's eyes reddened almost instantly.
Jiang Jiawei raised her hand and touched his swollen eyelids, then slowly smiled and said, "Happy Winter Solstice, Zhengxi."
"Let's congratulate Jiang Jiawei on winning the Best Cinematography award at the 43rd China Film Golden Lily Awards for 'A Love Letter to Wenzhu'! Congratulations to Jiang Jiawei! Please welcome the winner to the stage to receive the award!"
A man dressed in a black casual suit and wearing an orange baseball cap walked onto the stage. This was Jiang Jiawei, a photographer, making her first public appearance in many years after transitioning to film cinematography.
The person who adjusted the microphone curved their lips into a smile.
"I am actually a little nervous."
Applause erupted again from the audience.
"First of all, I would like to thank Director Jiang for his trust in me, which gave me the opportunity to participate in the production of such a work. This award does not belong to me personally, but to every one of us who participated in the filming, both in front of and behind the camera. It is a collective achievement that we have made. Today, I am just standing here as a representative to accept the award on his behalf."
In the English speech contest I participated in during my senior year of high school, the free-speech segment asked how to describe love.
Jiang Jiawei said that loving someone is like planting a tree in your heart, letting it take root, sprout, grow, blossom, bear fruit, wither, and cycle through the seasons.
We will eat together, travel together, and take walks together. There will be moments when we no longer want to love each other, and even during the fiercest arguments, we will have thoughts of wanting to die together. But in the end, we will still choose to have dinner together, and in the future, we will face death together and separate.
The same applies to planting trees and to feelings, but the annual rings of a tree are far longer than a person's lifespan.
"Personally, I would also like to express my special thanks to my husband today. I would like to say thank you to him here."
Jiang Jiawei looked at the camera, paused for a few seconds, and then spoke.
"Jung-hee, Happy Winter Solstice."
"Ha! Look! Mom said Happy Winter Solstice to me, but she didn't say it to you!"
"Aaaaaah! Mom's being unfair!!!"
"Hahahaha!! See? I told you she loves me the most!!!"
"I'm not dating her anymore!!"
"She and I are the best of friends in the world!!!"
"Uncle!!!! I hate Dad!!"
“Come here, baby, ignore him, your uncle loves you the most~ Uncle will take you to see Grandpa make tangyuan.”
"I won't let her eat glutinous rice balls when Mom comes back."
"Haha, you won't let her eat? Fine, then how many do you want to eat, my little princess?"
"I'll eat...I'll eat lots and lots of them! I'll eat them all!"
"good!"
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