The mothers of our two families are close friends. Shen Yu and I have never been separated since we can remember.
Later, when I entered high school, we rented a small house. The eaves were not big, but it contained the worries of my entire boyhood.
I'm used to standing up for him, used to protecting him from behind, used to hiding all my tenderness in a place where no one can see.
I watched him walk with his shoulders hunched, and he only endured being bullied, which made my heart feel sour and painful.
I want to tell him, don't be afraid, I'm here. But the words of love that have been hidden for more than ten years are always stuck in my throat.
He doesn't understand ambiguity, he doesn't understand jealousy, and he doesn't understand the preference in my eyes.
It's okay, I can wait.
Wait for him to grow up slowly, wait for him to learn to hold his head up, wait for him to one day be able to receive my heart that has been hidden all his life.
Purpose: From Cheng Yu's perspective, it tells the story of how an unruly and flamboyant boy carefully guarded his secret love with long-term protection and forbearing preference, and accompanied the sensitive and timid boy to grow up slowly.