Introduction to the work "Two Black Cities"
Seventeen-year-old Liu Jiangning stands on the edge of the cliff of life.
The family was bankrupt, debt collectors were blocking the door, and my mother was getting more and more gray hair day by day. In order to get into a good university, she bravely entered the calligraphy and painting academy in Fuyang, Hangzhou, with zero foundation, hoping to use the calligraphy test to improve her overall score. During those sleepless nights, she registered an account on an APP - she wanted to find someone who could help her.
Then she got the private message.
"Good night, Peach. You are very cute. I hope you can go to bed early tonight."
The ID is "Love is not soft-hearted", the WeChat name is "Daneng", and the signature is "With tens of millions of mansions, the great shelter of the poor people in the world will make them happy". Thirty-seven years old, working in Chengdu, his voice is as calm as the autumn wind. He would transfer money to her to buy paint, remember every word she said, and say "Good night, peach" every night. He never crosses the line, is not frivolous, and is not impatient. He is like an adult standing far away, protecting her with just the right distance.
Liu Jiangning told himself that this was just a deal. She doesn't need to be tempted, she just needs to play the role of "art student" well.
But the lies snowballed. She never dared to let him see her paintings, because there were no landscapes on those rice papers, only regular script copied stroke by stroke. And the man's warmth across the screen was breaking down all her defenses bit by bit.
What she didn't know was that on the other side of Chengdu, Liu Jiaxuan also had an unspoken past. Those recordings hidden on his homepage, the name "Mighty"
