At the end of summer when I was seventeen years old, cracks appeared for the first time in my orderly and smooth life.
The world of top student Xie Zhenyun has always been clean, orderly, and stable throughout the seasons, and he lives like an eternally bright spring in the eyes of others. Until the weather-stricken Cen Yeci temporarily stayed in his house, a false brotherhood without blood, law, or status quietly came to fruition.
One is trapped in order, empty and desolate, and the other is wandering in the world with no branches to rely on.
Xie Zhenyun envied Cen Yeci's unfettered wildness and freedom, which was a freshness that he had never touched after following the rules for seventeen years.
Cen Yeci was greedy for Xie Zhenyun's stable and gentle light and home. It was the world he had been dreaming of for half his life.
They spy on each other, envy each other, and indulge in each other.
There is no Shanda heartbeat, no outright confession, all the feelings are hidden in the warm white water late at night, the silent evening breeze on the rooftop, and the gravel picked up from the railway tracks.
On the day they came of age, the temporary guardianship relationship was automatically invalidated. According to legal principles, they no longer had any ties to each other, and they could have gone to completely different lives.
But Cen Yeci didn't leave.
In the following years, he was accustomed to traveling far and wandering, disappearing on long roads again and again, and turning back again and again through wind and rain.
No matter what time in the morning, the dim lights in the corridor turn on, a hoarse "Do you have food?" Will always be replaced by a gentle "Come in".
In the eyes of outsiders, they are absurdly entangled and entangled with each other.
Only they themselves know that it is not a forced binding, but a willing stay.
Everyone in the world has a smooth spring breeze and an ordinary and perfect spring.
Only they, voluntarily desolate and symbiotic with each other, are forever blocked from the secular spring.
At the age of twenty-six, on a rainy night at the beach, the whole city had a power outage, and the world was dark.
After several years of separation and separation, they finally confessed:
If they had never met, the two of them would have been desolate and died alone.
There are thousands of spring colors in the world, and everyone can go there.
Spring is off limits except for you and me.
Intent: The perfection defined by the secular world is a spring that everyone can rush to, and two people who have been scarred by fate actively reject the standardized answers to life, take each other as their home, build a spiritual home that belongs only to them outside the secular world, and complete self-salvation and two-way symbiosis.