A drop of true rain of compassion for the common people invites itself to come down to earth to endure calamity. His name in the world is Bai Yang.
A soul that has been tempered by hundreds of hells was predicted to bring disaster to the country when it was born. His name is Ye Yao.
Bai Yang grew up in love. His mother taught him to sit on the threshold and eat noodles with his legs crossed. She laughed loudly and told him that this was called being down-to-earth. He has never seen discipline or been traumatized. He stopped when he saw refugees, and stretched out his hand when he saw others crying. It's not that you were educated to be a good person, it's that you have a level eye in your body. He wants to step into the suffering, not to save, not to be interested, but to contribute.
Ye Yao stood up in despair. Someone on the street threw the steamed bun on the ground and poured urine on him, waiting for him to collapse. He put down the buns, stood up, and left. At that moment, he made the first decision of his own: to live on his own. You don't have to depend on anyone, you don't have to look at others, and you don't have to be humiliated or bullied. It's not about hating, it's about canceling all definitions.
Two roads. One goes up and one goes down. Met in the human world.
The world says that good and evil are incompatible, just like clouds and mud.
Bai Yang said: You are a living person, just like me.
Ye Yao was silent. He spent his whole life letting other people's definitions fail, but this person didn't define him.
This drop of rain and this drop of fire met.
They are not here to save anyone, they are here to become human beings - and then stand side by side.
Never prove anything, but swear everything.
Concept: If a person is fully loved, he can treat everyone equally. If a person has never been loved, he can also choose to stand on his own. These two kinds of people don't need to save each other, they just need to see each other. When they stand side by side, they form the most complete answer in the world. The real crossing of the world is not that God takes mercy on people with memories, but that people forget their predecessors and still choose the same direction as their predecessors - and then meet another person like themselves.