In the winter when Xia Shuyi was eighteen years old, she had Lu Yi.
She hates snow, hates winter, and hates anything cold. After school that day, he blocked her at the door of the teaching building, took off his scarf, and wrapped it around her neck.
"When the snow falls now," he said, "it falls on my scarf first, not on you."
She lowered her head and looked at the thin layer of snow on her scarf, and at first she felt that winter wasn't that difficult after all.
He is the school bully, a scumbag, and the kind of person who is hopeless in the eyes of teachers. She is number one in grade, the good girl in everyone's eyes, and the kid from other families who always has a decent smile.
No one knew she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. No one knew about the injury on her wrist. No one knows how afraid she is of dawn.
But he knows.
When she was sick, he would just sit next to her without asking anything.
He would work hard to get into the police academy for her, saying, "I will protect you from now on."
He would give her his only scarf to protect her from the snow, and his ears would be red from the cold.
That winter, they were sitting in the playground bleachers, and she leaned on his shoulder and said, "Lu Yi, I'm so scared. I'm afraid this is a dream."
He held her hand: "It's not a dream. I'll be here every day from now on, and you'll know."
She believed it.
That was the first time in her life that she believed in something.
There was a lot of snow in Victoria that year.
But for the first time, she felt that winter didn't seem so difficult.
She thought summer would come again.
Intention: Use the knife of love to open the wounds of the times.