LAY has known that he is different from his brothers since he was born.
It's not that there are three more heads and six arms, nor that it's missing any important organs. This difference does not exist on the surface, but on the inside, deeper in the flesh and blood.
Maybe call it the mind.
This is a human word, and he felt it was magical the first time he heard it. It was obviously a very ordinary pronunciation, but it was like a fearless torrent, breaking through the lips and teeth in an instant, pouring along the blood vessels and throat into the heart, washing away all the complicated concepts, leaving only a throbbing thump thump sound.
I calmed down and listened. In my extremely empty heart, someone seemed to be calling a name:
"Zhang——yi——xing"
He did not understand the meaning of these three syllables and would not ask his brothers, knowing that they would not know.
He didn't know how much trouble this difference would cause him...
Conspiracy, rebellion, pursuit, persistence.
Eight people with different personalities jointly created a cage called love.