Cold salesman × forbearing painter, two male protagonists, 1v1, HE (Happy Ending).
· The characters are not perfect. The protagonists all have psychological trauma and character flaws. The redemption process is slow but real.
· Contains side characterizations and reflections on online violence and superstitious and stubborn thoughts, which is not the main line but runs through it.
· This is a story about brokenness, encounter, understanding and reconstruction. Hope it gives you a little warmth and strength.
——Liang Yu and Zhou Chen are two "madmen" in the eyes of others.
A news protagonist who was once a "legitimate self-defense" died socially under the judgment of the Internet; a person was bruised and bruised because of his resistance to injustice, and his loved ones were taken away by paranoid traditional concepts.
They met in a convenience store in the corner of the city.
One is as cold and distant as ice, sealing all the pain in his heart.
One is like fire, seemingly calm, but inside it is burning with unquenched embers.
The principle that Liang Yu believes in is: trust no one and live on.
Zhou Chen used his actions to question: If the world is dark, can we become the light ourselves?
When the out-of-context video pushes them to the forefront again, when the shadows of the past and the malice of reality hit together——
This time, Liang Yu no longer chose to bear it alone.
This time, Zhou Chen no longer turned his back to the world in silence.
"We are all in an abyss," Zhou Chen said, "but when I looked up, I saw you."
Liang Yu responded: "Then let's go together, madman. Look at how much light this darkness can absorb."
The mutual taming of two "problem characters" is an unfavorable two-way redemption.
They hugged awkwardly in the backlight, becoming each other's only accomplice.
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Liang Yu stared at the black and white picture on the surveillance screen. The man in the hoodie wandered through the aisles for ten minutes, taking nothing.
Same again. Liang Yu thought. This is the third time this week.
He calmly took out the three-year-old utility knife from under the counter and hid it in the palm of his hand.
The man eventually walked up to the counter with a bag of the cheapest bread.
"Are you hiring night shift clerks?" He asked suddenly, his voice clearer than expected.
Liang Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at the other person's left hand, which was still trembling slightly. "No move."
The man didn't seem to hear the rejection and took out a neatly folded recruitment advertisement - it was the same one that had been posted on the door for a week.
"It says wrap up."
Liang Yu looked at the dense scars on his wrists, old and new mixed together.
"Can you use the cash register?" Liang Yu heard himself ask.
——Light is never in our hands, but sometimes, it falls on us.
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Concept: In the darkness of rumors and malice, two broken souls serve as each other's lights, illuminating each other's path forward.