Life is unclear, and the past cannot be washed away as time goes by. We are already in hell but cannot feel it, because people have already been a part of it.
Zhu Shan hates every humid night because the air is full of stickiness that won't go away. This is all left to him by Song Jun...
Ten years ago, they cut off contact. Ten years later, Zhu Shan climbed to the position of attending the cardiology department of Beijing's top three hospitals, while Song Jun sank into the oil in the county car repair shop, with a child beside him. Now Song's mother was pushed in front of Zhu Shan, and they saw each other again...
A short story, both sour and sad!
Intention: Even if you fall into mud, flowers will bloom
