Duan Tingzhi ran away from home when he was sixteen years old. His parents' expectations were like a transparent vat. He was knocked inside for too long, and finally broke apart after being hit. He was shattered into the clumsy long-jumping figure following the team on the track and field field of the sports school.
He thought he was here to prove that he could "do good sports", but found that he was nothing after entering the sports school. He had to learn even the most basic movement techniques from scratch. He is silent, clumsy, and afraid of crowds. He is sinking like a stone thrown into water.
But in the 412 dormitory, Chen Liyang was the first person to smile at him. When he smiled, the lights in the entire dormitory lit up. Liu Zihang didn't talk much, but he would put a pack of biscuits when he passed by his table. Song Yuzheng sat next to him, eating a meal quietly for an hour, with waves of love in his gentle smile.
They climbed over the wall to eat hot pot in the winter, walked side by side back to the dormitory after night study, talked about being knocked on the door by the dormitory manager in the darkness after the lights were turned off, every walk with Song Yuzheng, every look, every hug, every "see you tomorrow", Duan Ting even thought that he would never learn to interact with others in his life. Fortunately, someone held his hand.
Duan Tingzhi didn't know that bad luck had already caught up with them - about learning to be cruel in parting, about the kiss on the rooftop on a snowy night, about a photo that was circulated, about the trough of life, about the definition of love.
Intention: If there are people walking with you, it is not dark. If you want to learn to grow, what kind of painful price do you need to pay?