That Year (Tonight's Ink Color Fanfiction)

That year, when you were young, you chose to leave and leave the punching and kicking; That year, you held up the umbrella of his life. "Brother Fu, don't abandon me.: Time has passed and he has grown up, but you are still his safe haven. That year, you were the Seven-Star Night Guard in the headwind, without dignity. And Nian, you are their direction. Growth made with blood and tears is the sound of flowers blooming that year.