If you have ever seen Shi Mo's memo, the folder that was renamed "We" from "Evidence", you will know: Some people's love is like the tide, and when it recedes there is nothing on the beach; some people's love is like a Band-Aid, affixed to the bottom of the pothos basin, with the date saying "To be continued." A person who answered the whole world with "Yeah" was picked up from the rubble of 372 steps by a person who filled the silence with forty-seven messages.
Ink is a trace of silence, and the depth can only be seen when it falls on the paper - you called my name, so I am no longer a wordless monument.
Rain is a long letter written by the sky to the earth, and every drop has an echo - I fell into your silence and heard the echo of the sea.
A long group portrait of campus growth, with 108 chapters and five volumes, about 700,000 words. At present, the first volume has been saved and the second volume is being serialized. Let's talk about the extra story after the main text is finished (there are some foreshadowings from the past)
Character Overview (Except for the protagonist, other characters will be written as character cards)
Protagonist
Shimo, Shiyu
recurring supporting role
Ji Bei, Zhang Zixuan, Lin Ruohan
Other supporting roles
Gu Xiuyuan, Teacher Zheng, Aunt Zhou (flower shop proprietress), rice cake (cat), Zhang Zixuan's father, Zhang Zixuan's mother, Ji Bei's grandmother, Shiyu's mother (Zhou Xiulan), Shiyu's father (Shi Jianguo), Shiyu's grandfather, the bully (unnamed)
deceased character
Shi Mo's father, Shi Mo's mother, Ji Bei's mother, Zhang Zixuan's father
The author is a junior high school student. Please understand that he does not know how to design the characters and covers.
Intention: Brokenness is not living as a failure. After one person is broken, another person can pick it up piece by piece and say to the light, "Look, this piece is quite beautiful" - this is what I want to write most. It's not about salvation, it's about witnessing. It wasn't you who pulled me out of the abyss, it was you who sat next to the abyss and put your hands on the railing, waiting for me to decide whether I wanted to climb up on my own.