The Stars Are in My Arms, Sailing with the Light

16-Year-old Fu Yanchuan was rescued by his brother in a car accident. His brother died in the car accident. Fu Yanchuan suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and began to completely close himself off. I didn't see my parents, I didn't see anyone, even the curtains were tightly drawn. She met 8-year-old Shen Jiangyue, and Shen Jiangyue's appearance was like an unexpected light breaking into this gloomy land. With liveliness and straightforwardness, she broke into Fu Yanchuan's closed world without any scruples. Therefore, on quiet days in the countryside, a chirping figure would appear in Fu Yanchuan's sight from time to time. She would tell him that the vegetables planted by her grandma were blooming, and she would show him the paintings she had painted. When he was staring out the window in a daze again, she would ask him bluntly: "Are you thinking about your brother too? My brother said that if you want to be alone, you have to eat well, otherwise he will worry." From the initial resistance, people who are accustomed to darkness will always subconsciously avoid light. But Shen Jiangyue's existence is too natural, like the wind in the mountains and the birds in the forest, with a vitality that cannot be rejected, penetrating into his frozen world little by little. He started to occasionally raise his eyes when she was talking; he started to feel a subtle tremor in his fingertips when she handed him a painting; he started to feel a dull pain in his heart mixed with a trace of other emotions when he heard the word "brother". Shen Jiangyue shines into Fu Yanchuan's world like a little sun.