[The cold and sensitive school bully suffers × the grumpy and gloomy school bully attacks]
Lu Zhiyu × Lu Chenyi
I thought you would hate me.
Hate that I am the illegitimate son brought back by your father, hate that my existence makes your home a lie. You smashed the vase, tore up my certificate, pushed me against the wall in the corridor, and said you don't touch my things, you are dirty.
I've suffered it all. Because I hate myself too.
But I didn't expect that you would hold an umbrella for me later. He would drink the milk I poured in the kitchen late at night, he would put cold medicine on the counter without leaving his name, he would throw his chopsticks in front of the whole family and take my hand and say - he is mine, do you have any objections?
Lu Chenyi, we are brothers. Same surname, same father, under the same roof, separated by half a corridor. You shouldn't come near me. I shouldn't have waited for you.
But that day in the apartment, you turn on the lights. I held your hand.
I said, don't turn on the light.
You didn't ask why. You just held my finger in the dark and said - one day, we won't have to do this.
I don't know if that day will come.
All I know is that in the end I was standing on the edge of a cliff and it was very windy. I think of the way you slept, and the way you said we would leave tomorrow.
Sorry. You have to be good.
Concept: Two people in a darkroom identify each other by body temperature. Broken hairpins are pinned to the edge of the cliff, and hidden in the cracks are childhood, mother, and unspoken names. They exchanged body temperature, wounds, and "brother" that they never called out in the dark night. Before dawn, one person went to the cliff, and the other person walked towards the border with a hairpin. Do not burn the lamp for the rest of your life - for He is His light, and the light has gone out.