Both are pure, and they reunite.
When Huang Qinyan was fifteen, a girl in his class accused his father of sexual assault. There wasn’t enough evidence to send his father to prison, but the rumors were more confining than iron bars. His father was suspended from work, took to drinking, and died after a fall. His mother was consumed by grief and followed him soon after. The whole class lined up by the window, laughing and saying, “Your dad was a rapist. Good riddance.” Huang smashed the ringleader’s head against the glass, and ended up in juvenile detention after a string of fights.
Kong Jiemo had arrived three months before him. His reason for fighting wasn’t quite so tragic. His father had died of drug abuse, and his mother had poured all her hatred onto him. So he kept fighting at school, over and over, until he was sent here.
The two sixteen-year-old boys met beneath the high walls. One was as silent as a sheathed blade; the other blazed like an unquenchable fire. They shared a cigarette and traded their most shameful scars. On the afternoon the warden said, “Kong Jiemo has made good progress and can be released early,” one left and the other stayed. Neither looked back.
No phone number, no address, nothing.
Eight years later, they met again. Huang Qinyan was a mechanic at an auto shop, his hands covered in motor oil. Kong Jiemo pulled up in a Lexus LS to have his brake pads changed. He was now a hotshot rising star in the business world.
Yet he still leaned against the car door, a cigarette between his lips, and offered one to Huang Qinyan.
“Have a smoke.”
As if they had never been apart.
It's truly a beautiful story, evoking a sense of slow, gentle progress and enduring love. In this materialistic and information-saturated age, the emotions depicted in the novel are precious because of their sincerity. It also reflects my personal ideal of love: slow, genuine, heartfelt, and long-lasting.
The emotions are portrayed with great delicacy, conveying a subtle sadness and a sense of helplessness. It employs a simple, descriptive style, avoiding any exaggerated or flamboyant elements. The writing is unpretentious, using the most sincere touch to tell the story, making it a very comfortable and empathetic read that truly touches the heart. 🌹
I feel it will be a short story. It's very good, very good. The writing is very delicate, and all the emotions are described just right.
It's a great read, with a perfect pace throughout. When I first read it, my heart skipped a beat because the opening chapter shocked me. I didn't expect the first chapter to be so gripping. But once you get into it, you realize you've been stabbed in the back, your heart has stopped racing, and you've calmed down.
The article feels like it uses a simple, understated style, barely revealing anything, yet it's full of hidden meaning—two bitter gourds leaning against each other.
It's beautifully written, with delicate prose. It's not angsty, but it has a subtle sense of sadness that makes you want to cry. A love that flows gently and steadily, simple yet sweet, is very beautiful.
It's a very good short story, with a gentle, flowing feel. The love between the two characters isn't intense, but it's profound. It's healing in the little things and very realistic.
It's really good! Is nobody reading it? It's about mutual redemption, with a fast pace; it should be a short story.
I love it so much! It's so beautiful!