Song Yu felt that there was something evil in his life.
His father is gone, his lover is gone, and even his brother Jianghuai, who he grew up with, has become an unattainable top figure - his mother even said to him in front of him, "The kindness has been repaid, don't try to cling to him again."
Disheartened, I passed by the artificial lake in the park and saw a man standing at the end of the stone steps, with the water already reaching his ankles.
Song Yu rushed over and pulled the person up without thinking.
Then——
This man was wearing a sweatshirt, with a section of cold white skin exposed on his waist, wet hair hanging on his forehead, and his eyes as dark as glass soaked in rain.
It's time and night.
Song Yu took him back to her husband's room that he rented and threw him a new towel: "You take a shower first."
Shiye didn't move, just looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "What? Don't you recognize me?"
Later——
Song Yu searched all the stage videos of Shi Ye, and the more he looked at them, the more he became obsessed with them. Not only because of that impeccable face, but also because of that unique voice.
Crisp, magnetic, high-pitched with trembling—each of the twenty songs he wrote is waiting for this sound.
Shiye was wearing a street stall sweatshirt that cost 20 yuan from Songyu, and her waist was beautifully stretched.
A few days later, Song Yu sent a WeChat message: "Do you want to make an appointment?"
Tokoye replied: "Promise."
——
Song Yu thought it was just because of sex.
Unexpectedly, Tokoye's voice singing the song he wrote would become the island where he wandered for half his life.
Tokoyami thought this was just a boring pastime.
Unexpectedly, this big boy who was eight years younger than him would forcefully drag him from the altar into the human world.
You are my island and I am your shore.
Intent: In Vanity Fair, the real salvation is not to pull each other up from the abyss, but to make each other an island no longer wandering.