Now + Memories + Now, current progress is 30%
Ying Xuan was born before Lukang's major infrastructure was built. Parks, children's palaces, and libraries sprung up in the seaside city, and outsiders began to pour in.
When Ying Xuan was in a daze at the card table in the park, he met a strange out-of-town kid with yellow eyes and a high nose, like a weirdo.
The weirdo fell in front of him, and the bleeding was shocking, but he stood up and said, "Am I powerful?"
Ying Xuan nodded: "It fell very hard."
The weirdo's name is Lu Wanbo, who is two years older than him. He appears in the park every day, bringing mysterious delicious food, such as glutinous rice cakes, persimmon cookies, puffs... Ying Xuan is a short-tongued eater and soft-handed. He goes to get food on time every day. Later, they eat, read, pick fruits, sleep, and talk about their ideals together.
Ying Xuan: My ideal is to always have delicious food.
Lu Wanbo: My ideal is to win the world championship.
Every Spring Festival, when Ying Xuan worships God, he makes a wish to make Lu Wanbo's dream come true, because his own dream has already come true.
He doesn't know the price he needs to pay to realize his ideal. Lu Wanbo was getting closer and closer to his dream, he went to many places and won many medals, but he was getting farther and farther away from Ying Xuan, until he never returned and there was no news at all.
Five years later, Ying Xuan met Lu Wanbo in college. With no memory of his former playmate, he said in a polite tone: "Hello, do we know each other?"
19-Year-old Ying Xuan and 21-year-old Lu Wanbo walked together again and gradually integrated into each other's lives - seniors, neighbors, and friends. It seemed that this was the trajectory of their lives that they should have taken.
But the road seemed to have gone astray. Lu Wanbo asked him while they were kissing: "What was our relationship before? Were we lovers?"
Ying Xuan didn't answer and covered his light brown eyes with his palms.
Ying Xuan had always liked his eyes and was deeply impressed when they first met. When he was ten years old, he slept on the same bed as the owner of his eyes. When he was thirteen years old, he wiped away the tears flowing from his eyes. When he was fifteen years old, he gently kissed his thin eyelids, like a butterfly's brief stay.
Reading Guide: The whole process is 1v1, not in the crematorium.
Lightning protection: rhythm chaos
Intent: Love is healing and self-healing
