A story that begins in the summer of 2026, with a very cliché beginning.
It was him who met him.
Jiang Xia walked out on July 23rd.
Get out of that covetous and suffocating place.
Some call it home, some call it prison.
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April 20th, June 5th.
A summer rain brings two young and unwilling teenagers together.
In the temple on the mountain, one person knelt down and offered incense, praying for mercy from the gods.
One person left home in anger due to family reorganization.
People you meet unexpectedly are like strings that are still and sound.
The two people were taking shelter from the rain in the temple, but the wind was too strong and the rain was too wet. The two half-year-old boys wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk and established a friendship.
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The introduction is weak, well, it's actually the best I've ever written. . . (Self-feeling)
Let's move on to the main text.
When clearing mines, I will tell you in advance when I write. Don't be gay. Be original. Don't bring it in. If you don't like it, you can withdraw it yourself. Well, that should be it.
Intention: The rain has stopped, the clouds have dispersed, and the sky has dawned