I only faithfully describe their stories, which may have happened in a certain time and space and suddenly appeared under my brush.
For the rest of his life, when he saw Ji Ji for the first time, he didn't have any special feeling. He didn't have the overwhelming surprise in the eyes of others.
What he had, probably, was an intuition that this boy who looked like he was covered in thorns at first glance would become the sharpest thorn in his life.
This thorn later changed its name to the rib.
Two boys, one is the soft and casual cloud in the sky, and the other is the wild grass growing underground.
Ji Ji, the bad boy, he fights, he fights, he smokes, he loves wine, he opened a bar alone in Tibet at the age of eighteen.
For the rest of his life, he was a good boy. He was excellent in studies, gentle and bright. He graduated at the age of eighteen and went to Tibet with a group of friends.
"The rib I lost in my previous life was you, right?"
——Ji Ji
"If I don't come, you deserve to be hurt for the rest of your life."
——The rest of your life
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