Secret love comes true｜Urban sadomasochism｜Reunion after long separation｜Restraint aesthetics
Sixteen years ago, in the mountains of Guizhou.
Nine-year-old Yang Erniu was sitting at the door of the dilapidated classroom covered in mud. His knees were bruised and his skin was covered in blood and mud. A young man from Shanghai squatted down, gently cleaned his wound with a iodophor cotton swab, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"
That was the first time someone asked him if it hurt.
The young man's name is Shen Wenqian, and he comes to the mountainous area to do charity.
The tuition fee was swallowed up by Yang Erniu's father. He could only work by himself and study hard, from Guizhou to Beijing, and from the institute to Shanghai.
He changed his surname to Shen. Not for anything else, just to have the same surname as that person.
Then he went to Shanghai and worked in Shen Wenqian's company as a small sales manager.
Shen Wenqian didn't remember him. He is married, has children, and is the president of a listed company. And Shen Yan is just one of his countless employees.
At the regular meeting every Monday, Shen Yan sat in the middle of the conference table and looked at the figure at the end of the chair. Occasionally when we passed each other in the corridor, he would step aside and call out "Mr. Shen". The other person nodded in response, his eyes staying on his face for less than half a second.
Sixteen years. It took him sixteen years to walk all the way from the valleys of Guizhou to him.
He knew Shen Wenqian would never recognize him.
But he came anyway.
——On that rainy day, someone asked him if it hurt. He remembered those two words for sixteen years, and they became a lifelong obsession.
