In every small world, there are always some people who are forgotten by fate.
They have no aura, no script, or even a few lines. They just live by their own efforts.
They are the mute clerks in the coffee shop, the useless logistics soldiers in the base, and the little beggars who have lost their memory on the mountain roadside.
Shen Yu is here.
He was a substitute for the affectionate second male lead, and he should have done everything for the female lead.
But he turned around and walked towards those "passers-by" and loved them sincerely for the rest of his life.
In the ruins of the apocalypse, he stayed with the taciturn soldiers until they grew old.
In a bamboo house deep in the mountains, he grew old together with the amnesiac boy.
In the corner of the coffee shop, he and the mute clerk painted portraits for forty-seven years.
The system asked him: Is it worth it? They are nothing.
Shen Yu said: They are the people I have loved. That's enough.
Reader comments
The teacher's writing is great, very warm and supportive.
It's the kind of warm, natural love. After reading it, it feels warm [sending my heart]
The teacher's writing is great, very warm and supportive.
It's the kind of warm, natural love. After reading it, it feels warm [sending my heart]