For seven-year-old Jiang Ze, eight-year-old Jiang Huai, and nine-year-old Jiang Chen, this year is doomed to be bumpy and wandering in the future. It is doomed that some people will never be happy in their lives, and that life will never be stable. This is true in Jiangze, Jianghuai, and Jiangshen.
Jiang Ze: I thought he was the only salvation in my life, but in the end I found that he was a disaster that I couldn't avoid and an addiction that I couldn't quit.
Jiang Chen: In the end, I found that I fell in love with him. He was the salvation of my youth and my last love.
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In the dark basement, Jiang Chen's hands were tied back and he was kneeling on the cold floor. The hair on his forehead blocked his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. Jiang Ze sat on the chair in front of him, took a puff of cigarette and blew it in his face.
Jiang Chen tilted his head to one side, not looking at him. Jiang Ze frowned dissatisfied, put out his cigarette, held his chin condescendingly, leaned over and kissed him roughly, biting him wantonly.
The taste of blood spread in his mouth. Jiang Ze closed his eyes and turned to gently lick the wound on Jiang Chen's mouth.
Jiang Chen suffered silently, tears streaming into his temples. He couldn't hate him.
Jiang Chen had always thought that his unprincipled patience with Jiang Ze was due to his past feelings for him, but in the end he realized that it was called love.