There are too many unspoken possibilities hidden in the seventeen-year-old wind - maybe the coldness in Xu Yanzhao's eyes is the scab formed after being scratched by the knife of life. She stood in the light holding the trophy, but her back was always immersed in the memory of her father's gambling and domestic violence. In the shadow, there is a hint of warmth towards the world; perhaps the mole behind Qi Sheng's ear always glows with the warmth of being pampered. The brightness in the painting is the light she wants to share with Xu Yanzhao, but she does not understand that some darkness cannot be painted brightly with a paintbrush.
Fu Heng's locomotive engine roared in the underground arena, and his apparent dissipation concealed a care that he didn't tell anyone. He looked at his deskmate Ji Hanzhou's ever-calm profile, like looking at a rain with an unpredictable outcome; Ji Hanzhou's world once only had formulas and rankings. It wasn't until Fu Heng came in with all the fireworks that he knew that heartbeat would break all the rules, but his father's cold warning was the sharpest reality between them.
Four teenagers collide in their youth. Maybe meeting is salvation, maybe getting close is abyss; maybe love can resist the world, maybe fate has already written separation. The forbearance hidden under the mole of peach blossom tears, the temptation when the red phoenix eyes were curled up, the temptation in the motorcycle exhaust, and the writing on the edge of the formula book, eventually became a sentence-perhaps, we should not have started in the first place.
Purpose: The world's prejudice against homosexuality