Lin Zhixu is the kind of person who always sits at the top of his grade. Quiet, taciturn, turning over the wrong question papers, compressing sleep to five hours, living the way everyone expected, except myself. No one knew that he rushed out of the house that night with only a crumpled fifty yuan in his pocket. Jiang Xun is the kind of person who everyone walks around. Fighting, skipping class, wearing the school uniform like an unrelated coat. No one knew that his schoolbag was wrinkled, his pen couldn't write, and no one was waiting for him when he returned. They became tablemates on the first day of school. None of them are good at talking. Two seventeen-year-old boys, covered in injuries, approached each other in the clumsiest way and protected each other in the quietest way. One lends him the courage to stop. One lends him a little strength to go on. Then I discovered that youth can be carried on without one person.
Purpose: Youth literature, two-way redemption