This is not a nurturing story, but a long and loving companionship. The first time he met him, he was ignorant and gentle as water; he walked with him in the world, experienced ups and downs, and saw other people's sadomasochistic love, joys and sorrows; he was good to him, he relied on him, fell in love with him, and when youth transformed into calmness, suddenly looking back, the roots of love were deeply rooted; the country was stable, and the peak was exclusive, but he was not there. When he met him for the first time, his heart was as cold as ice, and he was innocent; he brought him to know all kinds of life for the first time, and experienced all the vicissitudes of the world; he was good to him, and his heart melted with ice and snow, pity him and pampered him, he deceived himself, not love but responsibility; wandering in the world, neither alive nor dead, but he was not there. What year has passed since then? The plain clothes are shocked by the passage of time, the jade face is stained by frost, and the memories of the whole life are turned to ashes in a blink of an eye. The old person becomes a new person, the charm becomes a shadow, and the light becomes darkness.