The sun is gentle and delicate, and the words are less sensitive and childhood trauma
The first time I saw him, he was swinging quietly, not very high, and his feet were not touching the ground.
In everyone's eyes, Yan Han is an out-and-out pauper. Walking alone, eating steamed buns. Students have to find various excuses to avoid having dinner together. But he still kept a straight face, neither humble nor arrogant. Only Cheng hope was willing to lend a helping hand to this pauper——
"Ah, I accidentally caught too much... Yanhan, help me eat it." He always said with a smile.
But Yan Han is not a fool.
"Do you think I'm pitiful?" Yan Han smiled and rolled his eyes slightly.
"Do you consider yourself a savior? Are you pitying me?"
"If that's the case, I'd rather not have you as a friend. I don't need friends anyway."
In this way, Cheng hope looked at the trembling cold in front of him and said nothing.
I didn't even contact him again when I went abroad.
Yan Han still had a sullen face, swinging quietly on the swing, no longer longing for someone to take him home.
In such a desolate state, Yan Han spent the most difficult nine years of his life.
Yan Han, who originally wanted to completely seal this memory, discovered the metaphor left for him by chance.
But is it too late now?
Concept: Compassion is a certain form of arrogance