Guo Heting's childhood is divided into two halves - one half is the smoke and chirping of cicadas from the grandparents in the small town; the other half is the midsummer and midwinter when He Qizhao runs wildly through the streets during the holidays.
The fathers of the two families were close friends who grew up wearing a pair of trousers. They bought the houses across from each other in the hope that the two children would grow up to be lifelong companions. But in the third year of junior high school, his grandparents passed away one after another. He was hurriedly brought to this city. When he saw Qi Zhao again, the three-year gap between them had already turned the childhood intimacy into a polite nod.
After transferring to another school in the first year of high school, the two people in different classes at the same school became strangers who never looked up at each other - they obviously crowded in Qizhao's mother's car every day after school, and both of them still had the rings they exchanged when they were children, but even when they met in the corridor, they deliberately looked at each other.
In the evening of the second semester of his second year of high school, Guo Heting took a ride home as usual. As soon as he stepped through the door, he was met by his father's rage. The sound of broken dishes shook the whole building. The knocking on the door of Qi's parents was the only light that night.
He was brought into Qizhao's house. The two of them sat on opposite ends of the sofa. Silence spread around their ankles until Guo Heting looked at the setting sun on the wall and suddenly spoke softly.
"Do you know Van Gogh's "Wheatfield with Crows"?"
The crows and dark fields in that painting were something he didn't dare to talk about to others. The feeling of suffocation that always came up at dusk was also the first time he took the initiative to extend an olive branch to Qi Zhao...
"Hey, school beauty, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about your ninety-ninth way to die."
"Guo Heting, do you have anyone... You like?"
"Like it? Do you know that liking someone is boring?"
"What are you wearing?"
"... A fool's token of love"
"I like you"
"I like you too"
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Careful, sunny and cheerful × Sensitive, anxious and crazy
Purpose: To save others and save yourself
