Dusk is stolen. Neither day nor night. Therefore, people in dusk can temporarily not belong to anyone.
In the alley at 5:30 in the afternoon, the air conditioner was dripping and the sheets were swaying in the wind. Lin Qui sat on the steps with his eyes closed, quantifying loneliness into a "ticking" sound. He didn't know what he was waiting for, he was just used to waiting.
Then someone fell off the wall.
Ji Linyuan fell into his dusk from the wall, with a wrinkled sketch and a "naturally familiar" face. He said that you look like a cat basking in the sun when you sit here. He said that I found out that your schoolbag is worth four figures and cannot be placed on the floor. He said that the people in the painting will not leave. He said that you should go. He said that you should not stay alone for too long. It is not good for your mental health. My mother said that.
He fell off the wall and never left.
This is the story of an island and a sun falling into each other. Lin Qu'an learned how to expand "um" into a sentence, and Ji Linyuan learned how not to smile in front of someone. They taught each other how to draw eyes—the first one looked like a bird's nest, and then gradually became more human-like. They stored each other's voices as echoes in an alley where no one passed.
The reverberation doesn't need to be loud, just enough for two people to hear.
Gudao (attack) x Sun (receive)
Intent: The true salvation is not to become a perfect sun that illuminates others, but two incomplete souls to fill each other's gaps with love.