Lu Xingyi seems to hate everything. He hates waiting for people. He hates waiting for the rain to stop. He hates waiting for the bus. He hates the snow. He hates kneeling at the door. He hates living in a doghouse.
But over the years, Lu Xingyi had to accept the things he hated. The pressure of life made him breathless. His father beat his mother to death and he drank and made trouble every day. There was an endless stream of people coming to the door every day. Five or six doors were changed in a year. Only he and Lu Yan depended on each other.
But soon, when Lu Xingyi was 9 years old, he met a person. The person came to him like an angel. He was one year older than Xu Zhi and had no relatives. However, his parents left He Yan a large inheritance and a house.
He Yan would give Lu Xingyi a quilt when he was locked in the kennel, take him to his home when Lu Xingyi was kneeling at the door, give him clothes and bathe him, and let Lu Xingyi fall asleep peacefully before he secretly ran to the sofa in the living room to sleep.
He has heard many, many lies. Lu Xingyi has heard these lies no less than a thousand times, but every time he naively believed that the lie was true, and he would wait slowly. So he waited for 8 years.
"Brother, I'm cold"
"Hold me tight"
"Brother, don't leave"
"Wait for me, I'll be back soon"
"Brother, I can't seem to wait for you anymore."
Intention: I want to send colorful notes and rulers. I know where the mountains are and the rivers are vast.