Rich in Wine and Strong in Spring

When Shi Jingzhe was in his second year of high school, he was found by his biological father and brought back to the city from the countryside. Just three months after the grandmother who adopted him was buried, he was forcibly stuffed into a public high school in the city with the remaining unburned paper money and ashes in his pocket. No welcome, no accommodation. The whole class, in just a few days, was able to get all the details out of him. No one bullied him openly, but everyone looked at him with a layer of indifference as if they were laughing at others. ——Come from the countryside. ——No one has cared about me since I was a child. ——His mother doesn't care about him and his father doesn't recognize him. He is considered a semi-illegitimate child. Rumors and rumors floated in the corridors, classrooms, and recesses, light and airy, but overwhelming. Everyone looked at him with subtle scrutiny, contempt, and amusement. Only Lin Fuchun was different. It's not tolerance, it's not gentleness. I really can't understand it. Others gathered together and joked: "Shi Jingzhe, why are you pretending to be noble? Who can you show your dead face all day long?" Lin Fuchun passed by with an exercise book in his arms, tilted his head obediently, with a look of sincere confusion on his face: "Is he pretending? He doesn't like to talk to begin with." Someone sneered in a low voice: "The country is terrible, and those who come from the countryside are shabby." Lin Fuchun was still holding bread in his mouth, and he heard this inexplicably: "He's not poor. He even treated me to iced milk tea after school yesterday." Shi Jingzhe sat by the window and watched the whole process coldly. For the first time, he felt that this person was not just pretending to be stupid to please him, but he was really stupid and too clean to understand the meanness of the world. Later he learned that Lin Fuchun's reasons for joining him were even more absurd and outrageous than these. One afternoon during self-study, Lin Fuchun was squatting beside his desk doing homework, quietly, and suddenly he raised his head and said casually: "You are the only one in the school who doesn't laugh." "Everyone in my family loves to laugh. My parents laugh when socializing, my brother laughs, and my aunts laugh when entertaining guests." Lin Fuchun kept nibbling, his tone was flat and a little confused, "I don't understand why everyone has to laugh anytime and anywhere. It's so tiring." He raised his eyes to look at Shi Jingzhe and summed up seriously: "If you don't smile, it will make me feel better and not tired." Shi Jingzhe's fingertips holding the pen paused slightly and said nothing. "You don't have to smile at me," Lin Fuchun pushed the finished homework to him for proofreading, and made up his mind seriously. "You don't look good when you smile. Stop laughing. It's fine just like that." Shi Jingzhe glanced at him lightly: "I didn't intend to laugh." "Yes, hold on." The young man's tone of voice was clean and straightforward, without any pity or sympathy. Shi Jingzhe stared at the blank horizontal lines in the paper and used the pen tip to draw a very long ink mark. He had originally made up his mind to transfer to this ordinary high school and study quietly for two years without making friends, causing trouble, or getting involved with anyone. Carrying my grandma's thoughts on my back, and carrying a desolate attitude that others could not understand, I stayed up until graduation and left. But Lin Fuchun was like a soft rice cake that couldn't be shaken off. After class, he would come over to ask questions, he would be forced to share a table in the cafeteria, he would squat next to him during evening self-study, and he would rub against the back seat of his bicycle after school. The reason is exactly the same every time: "We are on our way." Shi Jingzhe clearly remembered the address of his community. There was a full four subway stops away from the apartment where I was staying temporarily, and it was completely out of sync. He never revealed it. Because he slowly discovered—— I couldn't bear to expose it at all. The whole world is poking scars on him with his past, origin, and rumors. There is only an idiot who cannot understand malice and ridicule, Silly, frank and straightforward, accompanying him in the darkest period of his youth. 1. Shi Jingzhe × Lin Fuchun 2. Updated at 7pm every night 3.1VS1, HE, the main recipient, sweet. No prototype 4. Modern background, with overhead (place name) Intention: The spring thunder has sounded, everything wakes up, and I am alone in the old year.