I am Song Yundan.
Living in the silent neglect of the reorganized family for a long time, I was used to keeping my emotions in check, looking cold and distant, but I always had a dream of becoming a policeman hidden in my heart. In order to escape the oppressive life, I transferred to the Experimental No. 1 Middle School in the provincial capital and stayed with my grandparents.
It rained suddenly on the first day of school. I felt soft-hearted and shared an umbrella with the rumored unruly Shen Fengqing. Later, I gradually learned that Zhang Yang was just his protective color. His parents passed away one after another. While he was trying his best to make money, he was also trying his best to protect his young brother. He was full of sharpness, but his heart was more transparent and kind than anyone else.
By chance, I became his front desk.
Two people, each with scars, slowly approached in the noisy high school campus. The hard shell is removed little by little, the loneliness is put into place, and the scars are soothed by each other.
The clouds are indifferent and the wind is light. It turns out that in these long green years, I will eventually meet the gust of wind that belongs to me.
Purpose: I wish the world would be poison-free