That year, my father was heavily in debt and my mother suffered from depression.
Lin Heng's 17-year-old life was shrouded in dark clouds, until the flowers and letters blown by the wind in the alley became Lin Heng's only psychological sustenance at that time.
When I go home from school and wait in that small alley, the wind blows a lot of small items every day.
One day, a young man named Chengfeng became Lin Heng's deskmate.
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