What is your name? Say it once and I will remember it from now on. "
"Then what if you don't remember? "
"It's up to you. "Perhaps Shen Min would never have thought that a casual promise would ignite ten years of cause and effect and become the starting point of this absurd dream.
"My name is Lu Kang. "
"Lu Kang—I remember. "Shen Min straightened his clothes and promised seriously.
An arrow passed through the branches like a flying eagle and shot through Lu Kang's left shoulder. The man holding the bow was tied with a familiar red rope - Do you want to kill me? Shen Min.
Shen Min's second arrow was already on the bow, and there was no sign of any soft-heartedness on his part.
He wants to kill me.
I loved him, which turned into resenting him, and my resentment against him turned into I hated him. Hate came and went, hated that he didn't love him enough, hated that I still loved him unsatisfactorily, hated that he always spread his love all over the country and only had a little bit to give to himself. So when they met again and saw Shen Min living on the street with amnesia and being sold by others, he scratched his heart and gnashed his teeth with hatred.
Hatred engulfed Lu Kang, making him cunning and calculating.
He locked up Shen Min.
Shen Min is a gust of wind, and he wants to use his meager rights to take this gust of wind as his own.
He cared about Shen Min's decisive arrow back then, he cared about Shen Min's inability to remember his name, he cared about Shen Min's self-mutilation, he cared about Shen Min not responding to him, and he cared about all the reactions of Shen Min not loving him.
Lu Kang said: I love you.
Shen Min: No, you don't love me, I don't feel love.
Lu Kang: That's because you have no heart and you never love anyone.
Shen Min said: But I am born to love others, and you are the ones who cannot.
The moonlight shines in the long forest, and the winding road to the river is always long and has no end in sight. It is so familiar for a moment, as if the memory has been cut out and fixed in the midsummer at that time, but everyone knows that it can never go back.
Intention: None