Summer cicadas chirped, and occasionally the breeze blew faintly through the treetops. The young man, wearing a white shirt, broke through the layers of clouds and appeared in front of Xie Jiang. This had lasted throughout his high school life. If life is a prison, he is the only way out of prison. The roses in the school garden were in bloom that year, and the wind blew Xie Jiang's hair with the scent of roses. In Xie Jiang's eyes, the seventeen-year-old boy was as bright and distant as a rose. It seems that everything is a grand unrequited love. Xie Jiang is lucky enough to be in the same class as him in the second grade of high school. "Classmate Xie, why are you a head shorter than me?" This was their first official meeting, and Xu Jiayang took the initiative to say the first words to Xie Jiang. The afterglow of the evening sun shone into the classroom, and the two teenagers were in their prime. In his senior year of high school, Xu Jiayang disappeared from his life. Due to family changes, Xie Jiang fell into darkness. From that day on, Xie Jiang would always find a few more packs of Wangzai milk candies and a few notes in his drawer - "Fuck, and me, what are you afraid of?" "Follow me, I will take you to find the light." Over the past few years, the snacks had never stopped, and Xie Jiang didn't know who gave them to him until his graduation day. "Xie Jiang, if I can, I want to be that light. I want to give you a hand, can you?" "The roses in the garden are blooming as always, and I will walk with you on the road of blooming flowers as always."
Intention: No intention?
