Well, I've Been

The summer in Yangcheng is sweet. The begonia flowers next to the overpass were in full bloom, and the soft summer wind blew past, bringing with it a hint of coolness from the bridge tunnel, and carried away the playful begonia petals on the trees. The petals swirled in the breeze and accidentally fell on the shoulders of the boy who had just walked out of the convenience store. The boy's clothes were dyed with the sweet fragrance of crabapple flowers, which dissipated in the air with his hurried steps. Su Fengyu was only 17 years old this year. Like some high school sophomores, he wasted his aimless youth in ignorance, but he never thought that he would like the young man who was five years older than him. The sunshine in the convenience store that afternoon was intoxicating enough, but it was no better than Shen Heng's smile. From caution to acceptance, from acceptance to trust, from trust to liking, from liking to trying, from trying to staying together. Su Fengyu gradually became inseparable from this young man who loved him to the core, and gradually turned his belief into his own dream. He likes to see Shen Heng's carefree and unrestrained figure on the field, likes him leading the team to win one Silver Dragon Cup after another, likes his begonia-flavored kisses under the overpass, likes the perseverance in his eyes when he protects himself in front of the whole family, and even likes his hands that hold his tightly even at the lowest point. Concept: Feeling tired means walking uphill