In fact, we are all sick...
Because the whole world is sick...
As time goes by, they are no longer young, what is left...
Gao Xuelun: "Life is a scam. Only when you can fool yourself can you be successful."
Su Yu: "I love you, I love your people, I love your money, and I also love your lies."
Bai Nuannuan: "A person who has nothing to sell is truly pathetic."
Jiang Chuan: "The God of Gamblers is someone who will never lose even if he bets his life."
Lin Xiuya: "Don't cry, don't laugh, don't make trouble, it doesn't mean that I will always give in."
Wei Lan: "With wings removed, none of us are angels."
They have never aged, they have the most splendid youth, they are arrogant and arrogant, they say:
Mo Ziyang: "The flower language of hydrangea is cold love. Just because I'm selfish and cold doesn't mean I don't know how to love."
Su Yu: "The love that becomes a habit and the first love are all my love."
Bai Nuannuan: "I just want you to always call me dear Nuannuan."
Jiang Chuan: "I want your people, and even more, I want your heart."
Lin Xiuya: "I am willing to give up my love because he loves you."
Wei Lan: "I just want to protect the person I love, no matter what he has done."
Fleeting years
At first, once, in the past.
Keep thinking about the past and miss the present.
How great is time and how powerful is destiny. They are like a rope tightening our necks, making it impossible for us to escape, unable to breathe, only struggling.
They are all ignorant children. Because of their youth, they think they can be the enemy of the world.
Those years passed.
What's left is the cold body. Who can warm whose body.
His fingertips traced your face, which was the same as before.
Then I realized that the only thing that hasn't changed.
In fact, we are all still the lonely children we once were.
Just want you
Love me, that's all.
Prisoner of love
This is a story about a group of children growing up, not a simple love novel. Maybe it's a little unrealistic, but their struggles, those conflicts between love and life, really exist in our lives, those painful and sweet pasts, like poison, like scars.
The story does not follow the easy and pure love route, and those who don't like it will take a detour.