I have always wanted to write a story, a warm and healing story. But I couldn't write because I had no inspiration. Finally, one rainy day, the figures of two friends running through the alley holding hands outside the window came into my eyes and broke into my mind. I thought, let's write a story about accompanying each other. One is named Dongyu and the other is named Xia Feng. One is as cold as winter rain, the other is as strong as summer flood. They live together in a remote and peaceful village, growing up for survival and dreams. Even though it was painful, they didn't let go of each other's hands. They just kept holding hands until the end. The story is purely fictional and is a short article. If there are any surprises, please click quietly to exit.
Intention: Growing up ordinary in ordinary life