At the age of sixteen, Wen Yuheng was uprooted by school bullying and fled from his hometown to Jiangcheng. She brought nothing, only an address written by her father - a sister she had met several times in childhood, who was her only driftwood in a strange city.
My sister is no longer what she remembers. She married into a well-to-do family in Jiangcheng and lived in a self-built shed. The day Wen Yuheng opened the door, he was unfamiliar, cramped, and cautious, like a bird that mistakenly entered someone else's territory. My sister took her luggage with a smile and said, "Just come."
Then she saw Fu Yunqi. He was leaning against the window. He was twenty years old, with cold eyebrows and a sense of alienation from a wealthy family. Her sister's stepson is older than her, so she calls him brother, and everyone has his own business. The sixteen-year-old's love is never unreasonable, like the rainy season overflowing the river embankment, which cannot be stopped or taken back. Fu Yunqi knows it, and everyone knows it.
Later Wen Yuheng died. It was raining in Jiangcheng from morning to night, as if I had cried for her all my life. She came with nothing, and when she left, she left her life to the one she loved most.
She called him brother, but he was never her brother.
Concept: The love of a sixteen-year-old is not cheap, it is so valuable that one has to pay for it with one's life. But when he actually saw her, she was no longer there.