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When I was playing truant when I was ten years old, I met a beautiful little boy crying loudly at the school gate. I took him away and gave him a little rabbit pendant with teeth marks. A month after the start of high school, after the gymnasium, in the chaos, the pendant around the pretty boy's neck slipped out, and the corners of his mouth rose crazily, out of control... We are not in the same class, it doesn't matter, I will move; you live alone, it doesn't matter, I will move; you are afraid of pain, it doesn't matter, I will protect you; you like musical instruments, it is suitable, I like to dance; can't cook, it doesn't matter, I learn..., I'm sorry, I can't learn... A certain boss said aggrievedly: "I can't cook, do you still want me?"
Concept: Two teenagers' mutual redemption