The Difference Between Cloud and Mud

For countless late nights in the past ten years, Jiang Tong tossed and turned in the darkness, recalling the scene when he first met the boy. A small island in Nanyang, a hexagonal study room near the sea. Xiao Fengtai stood by the window and looked at him, with a tall silhouette and bright eyes, like a young man in a Rembrandt oil painting. The handsome boy has a pretty face and behaves arrogantly. He handed Jiang Tong a check and asked Jiang Tong and his carefully prepared Chinese lesson plan to disappear forever from his eyes. If only I had taken the check then. Jiang Tong murmured in the darkness. Instead of rejecting him with a smile, just take the check and walk out of the hexagonal study without looking back. Let Xiao Fengtai loudly laugh at his philistineness behind his back, ridicule his flattery, classify him as one of the countless insignificant people trying to draw benefits from himself, and then completely forget about him. He was originally that kind of person. One-sentence synopsis: A love story with youth scars (crossed out) between a wealthy third generation and a hard-working tutor. The ending must be he! Conception: