Inexplicable (also known as: "The little firecracker was manipulated by the jealous king Xueshen?")
In the eyes of the world, Ji Yunling is a weed rotting in the mud.
No one knows his roots, which have been completely rotten by wind and rain.
Ji Yunling's childhood was not at all warm. At an age when he was still ignorant, his mother resolutely left her dilapidated home and followed outsiders to a foreign land, and she was never heard from again. The day my mother left, the last glimmer of light in the house was completely extinguished. Since then, my father has completely collapsed. He drinks alcohol and indulges in gambling all day long. He loses all his savings and smashes objects in the house. When he is drunk, he is endlessly cursed and harshly treated.
The small, dark room is filled with the smell of alcohol and musty all year round. It is oppressive and suffocating. This is Ji Yunling's only daily life since he was a child. No one disciplined him, and no one favored him. Neighbors look askance at him, teachers dislike him, and his classmates shun him.
He learned to disguise himself as sharp, skipping classes, fighting, and being unruly, and became a thorn in the teacher's side who said he was unlearned and hopeless. Everyone is certain that Ji Yunling will eventually be trapped in the quagmire in his life, unable to see the light of day.
But no one saw him. In a deserted corner late at night, he huddled on the cold window sill, silently confronting the desolation all over his body. Those grievances that no one can resolve, the scars that no one can heal, eventually turn into self-pulling desolation, falling silently on the wrist, hiding the brokenness that no one knows about.
And Mo Zhaochen is a person living in the clouds, and he is the most dazzling and proud man in the world.
He comes from a top wealthy family, has fine clothes and fine food, is envied by everyone, and has everything that others can ask for. But beneath the shiny shell is a hollow deeper than coldness.
His parents were married for family interests and were loveless and ruthless. The huge villa is always quiet and cold, with no homely fireworks or warm voices. There are only polite alienations and cold rules to each other day and night.
Others thought he was born to be favored, but only Mo Zhaochen knew that he had nothing in his childhood, and even the most ordinary family ties were luxuries.
On one of the darkest rainy days when I was young, the long and damp old alley was crowded with people watching the excitement. The young Mo Zhaochen was timid by nature, and was surrounded and bullied by several naughty children. He huddled in the corner, at a loss, with panic and vulnerability in his eyes.
Just when he was embarrassed and helpless, a boy who was a little younger than him suddenly rushed out.
The young man had unruly eyebrows and a youthful and venomous air. He raised his hand in front of him, raised his head and smiled brightly, his shallow fangs particularly dazzling, and his voice was clear and firm:
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you from now on."
That was the only light that broke through in Mo Zhaochen's desolate childhood.
It is the only hot tenderness and redemption in the dark years.
He remembered it for many years, year after year, and never forgot it.
But Ji Yunling forgot.
The muddy life has ground away all the details of his past, and that short and tender episode has long been buried by countless depressing and painful daily routines, leaving no trace.
Time passes by, and I grow up year by year.
When the two met again, their situations were completely different.
Mo Zhaochen lost the timidity and fragility of his childhood and grew into a proud man of heaven with a tall figure, gentleness and dignity. With outstanding achievements and a prominent family background, he stands among thousands of people and shines brightly. He is a being that everyone looks up to.
And Ji Yunling is still trapped in the quagmire where he never sees the light of day.
He is still a stubborn and poor student in the eyes of others, still full of edge and loneliness, and incompatible with this glamorous world. Looking at each other from a distance, one is in the clouds and the other is at the bottom of the mud, separated by an insurmountable natural chasm.
Everyone feels that they are two completely different worlds and will never intersect in their lifetime.
One afternoon, the classroom was noisy and everyone was laughing and playing. Mo Zhaochen turned sideways inadvertently, and his peripheral vision passed through the crowd and fell on Ji Yunling, who was quietly bowing his head in the corner.
The sun fell on the young man's fair wrist, and the intertwined deep and shallow scars caught his eyes unexpectedly.
Dense, forbearing and broken.
That one look was worth thousands of emotions.
Mo Zhaochen's heart suddenly tightened, and all the sourness, distress, and surging obsessions swept over him.
No one knew that this proud man, who was admired by all the stars, had already made all the decisions the moment he saw those scars.
He wanted to pull him out of the quagmire and protect the young man's only light.
In the days that followed, Mo Zhaochen, who was aloof, took the initiative to step into Ji Yunling's dark and desolate world.
Regardless of the surprised looks of others, regardless of the huge disparity in the world, and not afraid of the gap between the two worlds.
On an ordinary noon, the morning light was dazzling and the breeze was blowing.
Mo Zhaochen stood in front of Ji Yunling, all dignity and alienation gone, his eyes full of deep affection and stubbornness that had been hidden for many years, and his tone was serious and solemn.
"Classmate Ji, I have liked you for a long time. Let's be together."
The sudden confession was without any foreshadowing and was inexplicable. All he got in return was Ji Yunling's words: "You must be sick!"
For Ji Yunling, this heartbeat was unexpected, and this love came out of nowhere, but it entangled him for the rest of his life.
But only Mo Zhaochen knew that this love spanned a long time, started from a moment of standing up in a dark alley when he was young, and was hidden in his unforgettable thoughts year after year.
An inexplicable opening, a love that spans clouds and mud and is redemptive in both directions.
Since then, it has started grandly.
The aggression of a gentle and guiding lover × the feeling of sensitive, fragile love disguised as love.
Concept: Love is the greatest derivative in the world, and it gives rise to you and me.
