There are five boys and one girl in this shared house.
Four rivers flowed in one direction, and a man stood in the middle of the river with his eyes closed.
The other river is an undercurrent. She brought him in with her own hands.
Tang Lan is Xia Tian - the fastest to come and the most magnanimous to leave. If you like something, just say it and forget it if you are silenced.
Fan Nantian is autumn - he takes everything in his heart and only lets go of it when he can no longer hold it back.
Liu Chen is like winter - she doesn't speak, she doesn't explain, she writes down every detail about her in her notebook, like a frozen lake. You can't see what's underneath.
Bao Xiaobei is spring - his love does not bloom on her. He sprouted under another tree.
Linyu is not in season. He was a stray animal she picked up from a convenience store on a rainy night.
She thought he was just a wet puppy, but she didn't know he had been watching her for three days before squatting over her.
He called her sister, cooked for her, and stayed overnight when she was sick.
Then, late at night when she let down her guard, he put his lips to her collarbone and said something in the most obedient voice that made her dare not look in the mirror from now on.
Yang Weiwei has lived in this house for a year.
She was surrounded by four seasons, loved by four silences, and dragged into the abyss by an undercurrent.
And she once thought that it was just a shared apartment.
