Ji Xingyao is a "tomboy" who doesn't fit in on campus - he has neat short hair and baggy uniforms. He is always running around playing ball on the playground, and his laughter is clearer than that of the boys. The girls thought she was "not girly" and the boys laughed at her for being "not girly". She was like a weed that had been pruned in the wrong direction, growing stubbornly and lonely in everyone's eyes.
Lin Wanzhao is the girl in the back row of the classroom who always lowers her head. The shadow of her parents' divorce was like a moist mist, wrapping around her sensitive and inferior soul. She was used to building high walls with silence and avoiding all attention with timid eyes, until that evening in the art classroom——
When the head teacher locked her into an empty classroom on the pretext of making up extra lessons with evil intentions, it was Ji Xingyao who kicked open the door and pulled her out of the abyss like a beam of light that pierced the haze.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
This sentence became the first echo in Lin Wanzhao's dark world.
From then on, the two souls "abandoned" by the world began to get closer. Ji Xingyao took her over the wall to skip class to watch the sunset, and taught her to open her arms to embrace the wind while riding a bicycle; Lin Wanzhao secretly stuffed band-aids in her desk, and applied medicine to her red eyes when she was injured in a fight. They shared the same pair of headphones to listen to rock music, chatted on the phone late at night until dawn, spread out each other's scars under the moonlight, and then mended them bit by bit with tenderness.
In the rainy season of youth, they were each other's only umbrella.
One tears apart the world's prejudices with reckless bravery, and the other heals the other's loneliness with delicate tenderness. When Ji Xingyao finally dared to put on a skirt and stand in front of the mirror, and when Lin Wanzhao learned to look up and say "none of your business" to those who laughed at her - they understood that redemption was never a one-sided gift, but two incomplete souls, planting an entire spring in the gap between each other.
——This world may not have been gentle enough to them, but they will eventually become each other's clear sky.
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