As a child, Shen sat at the table and looked at the photo in front of him. In the photo, the boy was handsome and sunny, with a slightly raised mouth. He was wearing a loose football uniform, sitting on the playground filled with sunshine, and looking gently at someone beside him. At this point, the photo was torn into two halves. The other half that was missing, Xiao Xiao knew, she had thrown it into a smelly trash can in a dark, damp alley a few years ago.
The edges of the photo are jagged, as if they have been gnawed by evil beasts, which are the hidden wounds in my heart that have not healed for a long time until they fester and bleed.
The mistakes made when we were young are the dark rivers that we cannot cross in our lifetime.
Motto: Even if you are in hell, there will always be sunshine shining