"Meng Yanchen" My Human Fireworks: Butterflies Lead the Light To

This is a story of two-way rush and two-way redemption. Meng Yanchen, born in a top wealthy family, has been molded into the "perfect heir" since childhood. He is calm and restrained on the outside, but on the inside he has been under mental pressure and self-denial for a long time. He is used to suppressing emotions with order, rules and rationality, and always has a deep distrust of "being loved" and "being understood". Mo Die was born into a similarly wealthy family, but has a completely different attitude towards life - sober, independent, and not dependent on emotions for a living. She is not a "rescuing heroine", but selectively enters his world with a highly self-consistent personality and world view. The relationship between the two began with family traction and practical interests, but continued to deepen through mutual understanding, spiritual equivalence, and multiple crises. From the first meeting at the New Year's family dinner, to the workplace, old family cases, overseas conflicts, and the test of trust on the edge of life and death, emotions gradually change from restraint, temptation, fear and dependence, to "I know what kind of person you are, but I still choose to be by your side." Meng Yanchen: She did this, over and over again, soothing my twisted soul. Not to appease, but to accept. Accept all my wrinkles, all my darkness, all my untidy yarn-like past. She wasn't here to prune me into another beautiful potted plant, she was here to tell me that even if I grew into this tangled mess, I deserved the sunshine. This is terrible! Terrible beauty! The more I am warmed by this light, the deeper the chill in my heart becomes. A voice neighed: This can't be true. This must be a dream, the last gorgeous illusion given by the compensation mechanism before you are completely shattered. Xiao Yixiao said: "Yanchen, your girlfriend... Is so beautiful that it's unreal. She seems to have been transformed from your butterfly specimen." He expressed my fear. You see, she perfectly fits every secret desire of mine, understands every unspoken scar of mine, and is as beautiful as a... Solution tailor-made for the holes in my personality. But it's all true... She's not the god who redeemed me... But my truest love Mo Die: There is a monster living in my body. It is not a stranger that suddenly arrives one day. I think it began to clot deep in my bones before I ever learned to speak my first complete sentence. While other children were chasing and playing on the playground of the military compound, I sat on the carpet in the corner of my father's study, building blocks. What filled my ears was not a fairy tale, but my father and the visitor talking about the "situation", "cleaning up" and "necessary price" in a distant place in a calm, even slightly tired tone. Those words were like cold marbles, rolling down on the thick carpet. There was no echo, but they dug one bottomless black hole after another in my heart. Until I met him, he just stood there, like a silent snow mountain, with the peak reflecting the eternal moonlight, clean, stable, and with its own unquestionable laws. In this world full of calculations, desires and performances, his existence is as clean and pure as a miracle that should not exist. What makes my soul tremble the most is that the monster in my body that is always restless, has been controlled by me but has never been truly tamed, and is always ready to show its fangs to achieve its goals. The moment I sensed his breath, it suddenly froze, and then became quiet like never before. It turns out that the best protection is never to bear the darkness for you and face the bloody storm alone. Instead, I will stand side by side with you, let my flame illuminate the bumps in your journey, and let your clear spring wash away the filth of my dust. Purpose: Remember, it doesn't matter if anyone leaves you, because you will always be alone until he/she comes.