Six years ago, Zhang Yi cried and begged, "Ren She, please don't let me go." We met six years later. Ren She came to the north alone with his cello on his back, and sat in the door of Zhang Yi's unit at four or five in the morning to watch the snow. Zhang Yi welcomed him in, poured him a cup of coffee and persuaded him to leave, and said lightly that he would have a blind date in the afternoon.
Intent: Abuse, if you want it to be as bloody as possible, it will be as bloody as possible