Ruan Yao×Xu Jinsong
1.
Whether at school or at home, Ruan Yao always felt that he was the most inconspicuous one.
She has a superior family background, no, her sister is more popular with her father; independent and sober, no, she will only hide outside the piano room and listen to the young man playing the piano, but she never dares to get close.
That's all.
Until one day, when she was rescued by the nervous Xu Jinsong, she saw cracks on the face of the young man who had never smiled in the past that were difficult to repair.
"Ruan Yao, how many times do you want me to save you?"
"I might kill you, so you have to live for me."
She leaned quietly in the boy's arms, with only the burning flames and her brother not far away in front of her, her eyes seemed like a pool of stagnant water.
The shallow crescent bone marks on the wrist looked particularly hazy in the moonlight.
2.
Xu Jinsong never imagined that he would fall in love with someone so much that he would almost forget who he was.
At first, he just thought that the girl looked similar to his mother, so he cared a little more about her. But he didn't know when this concern turned into liking and then love.
So no matter whether the sky collapsed or the earth cracked, he walked towards her without hesitation.
Again and again.
But fate always plays tricks on people.
Who would have thought that the girl he desperately saved would fly abroad and not be heard from for five years.
When we met again, it was in front of a coffee shop that was completely unpremeditated. The heavy rain poured down, and the confrontation between the two seemed to be more silent than loud.
Ruan Yao said nonchalantly: "Long time no see."
Xu Jinsong controlled his anger and said through gritted teeth, "It's been a long time indeed." After saying that, he still handed her the umbrella in his hand and asked her to get in the car.
If the pain of five years has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, then when we see each other again, the whole body hurts as if the skin and bones were being peeled off.
"My destiny is like the burning red wax beside the Buddha's table. The flames go up and the tears flow down." - Jia Pingwa, "With Lamp"
Are you sick today?
Ps:
1. Double cleansing
2. It's too bullshit, try your best to write less bullshit
Purpose: Don't be defeated by fate
