The poor boy was seventeen years old when he came to live with his uncle in International Village from the countryside, carrying a snakeskin bag filled with old clothes and the words "Don't cause trouble to your relatives".
The only daughter of his uncle's family, the stinky girl, was three months younger than him. She had been pampered since she was a child. She frowned when she saw him the first time: "Poor boy, follow me from now on, don't be embarrassed."
He became her lackey. Doing homework, carrying schoolbags, picking up conversations, and even writing confession poems for her to the school sweetheart Lin Zixuan she has a crush on. His poems were so well written that Lin Zixuan could understand another soul with low self-esteem and sensitivity through those words; so good that Lin Zhi forced him to write one poem after another, but she never knew the trembling arc of his pen tip when he was writing about her.
The wind blows through the old streets and alleys, hiding the thoughts in the silent past
Some people carry half a volume of poems in their arms and stumble among the fireworks of the world.
Living under the eaves, folding self-esteem into a humble skin
Everything you look at is illusion, and obsessions are entangled into an unbreakable web.
Who uses sincerity as bait to catch a fantasy
Who uses pride to disguise the panic surging in his heart?
The light I encounter is salvation and bone-hardening frost
The warmth that comes close is both tenderness and heart-piercing hurt
The words hide the unsaid heartfelt feelings, and the companionship wraps up the unspeakable extravagant hopes.
The road we travel together is full of misunderstandings and hesitation
Everyone is trapped in the wall of self, thinking that they can see through the impermanence of the world
It's just a self-righteous show that treats obsession as affectionate.
I have been ups and downs for half my life, and I am still unwilling to let go of the crazy thoughts in my heart.
Love and hate have not stopped, the ending is still hidden in the fog
When the dust settles, who can escape unscathed?
Who would lose their whole life to this absurdity?
Purpose: To explore whether love is enough to resist the gap in fate and self-limitation under the multiple pressures of class, reality and human nature, to reflect on the consumption and destruction caused by cognitive misalignment, communication failure and obsession with dignity in intimate relationships, and to present the struggles, weakness and inability of ordinary people in love.