Song Huaibin and Song Huaibin were lying on the bed in the dormitory. "Brother, what if one day I can't find you?"
Song Huaisi: Brother, is there anything you really want to do?
Xie Zhilin: I plan to become a famous tarot master. What about you?
Song Huaisi: I want to be an illustrator. As for the content of the painting, the prototype is the two of us.
Your well-jointed hands should be able to draw beautiful works, instead of smashing things around like a madman.
Gong, a fortune teller with severe depression (Xie Zhilin) & Shou, an illustrator with bipolar disorder and anxiety disorder (Song Huaibo)
Xie Zhilin: "Are you painting me?"
Song Huaisi: "Well, draw you and me."
Xie Zhilin went crazy to divine their outcome, but the answer always told them that there were obstacles and they could not be together.
Xie Zhilin's hand slowly touched the coffin with his lover lying inside. "You look like a liar lying here. You promised to stay with me for the rest of your life, but you ran away first." He raised his head and closed his eyes. He lowered his head and stroked Song Huaibin's face. "It turns out... The obstacle I can't figure out is this... Wait for me to accompany you..."
Song Huaisi On his 23rd birthday, you jumped from the roof and only had time to leave a suicide note, "This world is a good place, but I have to leave first. Brother, don't blame me."
The wind kisses the withered trees wantonly, I love you with my remaining bones
[Imitation ky: Don't be too cheeky. Every profession has its own good points. I have a certain understanding of divination and illustration, but there may be misunderstandings in writing. Non-professional Tarot and illustrators! ! ! !
*: The positions of the two protagonists are prototypes, but please do not make them into reality.
*If you have any questions, you can ask them. Please don't insult the characters in the book.
Purpose: Redeem and heal each other. Don't despise yourself because of illness. We should all live well and see the beauty of this world.