Heyang Shutu
Chen Mingyang always said that there is light hidden in his name, which is meant to illuminate the world.
But in his life, he has only illuminated one Chen He.
They have the same surname and the same origin, even the strokes are exactly the same, like a destiny written by God, but it has the most taboo shackles on it. In the eyes of others, they were brothers connected by blood, family members who could not see each other without looking up, and an infatuation hidden under the same surname that they did not dare to announce.
Chen Mingyang is Mingyang, gentle and clean, and even timid about love, for fear of burning the other person or disturbing the relationship. He crushed the joy in his heart and hid it in his eyes, suppressed his day and night thoughts into silence. Although he loved her to the core, he could only call him brother.
Chen He was He, hot and grand, possessive like a prairie fire, burning both of them black and blue. He gripped Chen Mingyang's wrist with such force that it was embedded in his bones. When he kissed him, he was fierce and cruel, but after he regained consciousness, he pushed Chen Mingyang away.
"We shouldn't be like this."
Chen He said this sentence countless times, and Chen Mingyang also heard it countless times.
They love each other blatantly, but also love each other in an ignoble way. Hug each other in no-one's corner, stay apart when there are people; one moment they were whispering to each other, and the next second they looked at each other coldly. Chen Mingyang's light was ignited by Chen He's fire, and was burned to the death by the fire.
He is the bright sun, which is supposed to warm all things, but it only warms the forbidden one.
He is Chen He. He should be prominent and magnanimous, but he is only trapped in a shady relationship.
Pulling each other, testing each other, inserting knives into each other's softest parts, and then watching each other bleed, trembling with pain, but neither one is willing to bow his head first.
"Chen Mingyang, can you stop looking at me?" Chen He's voice was hoarse, and there was unhideable pain in his eyes.
Chen Mingyang smiled, but his tears fell to the ground and broke into pieces of ice cold: "Brother, my light has always only shined on you."
Same surname, same strokes, same fate, but different paths.
They obviously love each other, but they want to torture each other.
It was obviously each other's salvation, but it became each other's disaster.
Finally, the bright sun went out, and Chen He became cold and hot.
There are only two names with the same strokes left, engraved in the bottom of my heart and rotten in my bones, becoming a taboo that I dare not mention in my life, and a pain that I will never forget.
Concept: A young man's love only exists in his youth