"The Bamboo Horse Turns Old"

Wedge In the late winter of the Bingwu year, snow fell all over the green tiles of the merchant's old house. Four-year-old Shang Zijin was taken to a welfare branch on the outskirts of the city by his father for the first time. At that time, the merchants were already the top aristocratic families in Hong Kong City, with their businesses spread over half of the city and their connections well connected. As the only heir, Shang Zijin has been held high in the clouds since he was born. He wears the best clothes and receives the strictest upbringing. At a young age, he has a coldness that avoids strangers. His features are as handsome as a young man walking out of a painting, but he never smiles to others or holds anyone's hand. The accompanying servants and housekeepers all supported the young master and even spoke softly, for fear of making him unhappy in the slightest. The director of the orphanage, Lu Wanxing, was already waiting at the door, his palms sweating with nervousness, as he respectfully greeted the most distinguished little guest in the city. The children in the yard also huddled in the corner, timidly looking at the black car and the little boy surrounded by people, wearing an expensive suit and with cold eyebrows. They knew that he was a high-ranking young master living in a world that they would never be able to touch in their lifetime. There was only one child standing closest to the corridor, neither hiding nor timid. He was older than the other children in the yard. He was nine years old at the time, but he was very thin. He wore an old sweater that had been washed white, the cuffs were frayed, and the collar had been carefully mended, but it was still clean and tidy. He just stood there quietly, his back straight, like a small tree growing stubbornly in the cold wind. The eyebrows and eyes are extremely handsome, the skin is fair and has not been exposed to bright light all year round, the eyelashes are long and dense, and when they hang down, they can cast a small shadow under the eyelids, the lip color is light, and the temperament is so clean that it is not stained by dust. Although he was born in an orphanage, he was blessed with a skin as good as that of an immortal. It was clean, soft, and so beautiful that it made one's heart tremble. His name is Lu Qingyuan. Nine-year-old Lu Qingyuan, who has no relatives or friends, was picked up by the director of the orphanage and has been living here. He is more sensible, silent and better than other children of the same age, and he also knows how to hide his emotions. He never fights or cries. He quietly reads, cleans and takes care of the younger children every day. He is a little beauty that everyone in the yard feels sorry for and loves. But he never dared to hope that someone would really take him to heart. He thought that today was the same as usual, just a group of distinguished guests staying for a short time and offering charity, and then everything would be business as usual. He didn't know that this four-year-old, aloof young master would become his only light, only tie, and only destination for the rest of his life. Concept: A novel about childhood sweethearts and two male protagonists. They met and developed a relationship since childhood. You have nothing, but you are my whole world.