Lin Xiaohe has had a problem since he was a child - he doesn't like to wear shoes and socks.
Shen Yu, who lived across the street, was one year older than him, but he took care of him like an adult. Wear socks, do homework, don't step on the ground with bare feet, don't play too crazy. Lin Xiaohe said coquettishly, "Brother, my feet are cold." Shen Yu said a few words to him, but honestly put his cold feet into his clothes to cover them.
He thought Shen Yu would take care of him for the rest of his life. He thought he would never try to escape.
Later, when Shen Yu lived on campus, Lin Xiaohe learned to tie his shoes, adjust his school bag straps, and walk home alone. He thought he had grown up and didn't need Shen Yu anymore.
Later, he stood under the spotlight of the stadium with tens of thousands of people, and turned around to see Shen Yu sitting in the middle of the first row, holding the crookedly knitted dark gray scarf in his hand, smiling at him.
That was the first scarf Shen Yu knitted, and it was also the last one.
"I can find you no matter how far you run."
From the age of seven to twenty-seven, his life was a blueprint. The designer is Shen Yu.
