"The bow is long and stretched, and the wood is Keke."
Twelve-year-old Zhang Ke is the only light in the dark youth of fifteen-year-old Bai Yi.
He blocked the bullying for him, held his hand, and told him seriously:
"I never had friends."
"Then I'm your friend."
An inevitable trip abroad brought an abrupt end to the young man's worries.
After nine years of separation, the young man who was so forbearing and restrained read Zhang Ke's name thousands of times in the cold wind and lights of a foreign country, and also recalled the table of hot rice and the warm lamp in Zhang Ke's home thousands of times in his heart.
He kept his promise of "definitely coming back" and turned his thoughts into the direction of his return.
On the day of reunion, the sunshine of the Academy of Fine Arts fell on Zhang Ke.
Just like that little figure who protected him without hesitation under the camphor tree in the playground.
This time, it was him who walked towards him, exchanging the missed time for being with him day and night for the rest of his life.
You were my salvation and I will be yours for the rest of my life.
