Shuangjie, HE
He finally found the words to describe him in the storm.
The piano keys cannot express the tune of midsummer, just like Lu Wangshu can't find a word to describe the top student in the next class with the red mole on his eyebrows.
Until he saw the bruises under Xie Linyuan's school uniform and the bleeding wound on his waist.
"I never thought of turning around after I saw your embarrassment."
He took him home. In the long corridor that smelled of disinfectant water and the corridor in the summer morning, something quietly broke through the ground.
But when his mother's belongings were smashed and "die" became a daily mantra, Xie Linyuan finally walked to the edge of the rooftop.
Lu Wangshu grabbed his wrist in the heavy rain, and all the rules and sentences of seventeen years collapsed:
"Xie Linyuan, you are not allowed to leave."
"It hurts like hell."
"Then it hurts. I'll hurt with you."
Intention: Born toward the sun, and eventually make life an irreplaceable adjective
