Song Pulan sometimes felt that the world was so bad that even the corners of the mask she kept taking off and putting on to protect herself would cut her cheeks severely.
It's not that there is no light in her world, it's just that the light is too dazzling. How can others tolerate the existence of such radiant light, so the light is regarded as the sea fog passing through the gutter, and they wish they could step on it more often.
The moon in the sky is said to be a sponge full of dirt, and the roses and wings are called dirty and unbearable. The overwhelming slander and taunts made Song Pulan begin to wonder if anyone could stand in the light forever.
She cried loudly and hoarsely
He ran hard and moved forward
With tears streaming down her face, she shouted at the boy's back: "Cheng Wu, keep moving forward, don't look back! Never look back!"
Cheng Wu didn't dare to look back. His life seemed to end at that moment.
In the memory, he was stroking the girl's hair with a smile on his lips.
"Song Pulan, it will be many years before we meet again."
Song Pulan still remembers that she was so busy secretly photographing the scene, the snow, the young man, and the tiny light.
The light from the streetlight above his head happened to hit his hair, and the photo quality was still very blurry. On that snowy night, Song Pulan was suddenly struck by the light on his body, and she could no longer hold back her tears. Cheng Wu really didn't lie. It had been a long time since we met again, and Song Pulan had almost forgotten him.
Fine. She thought so.
"Otherwise, what should I do?"
"Otherwise, what should I do?"
The world becomes clear.
Intention: From darkness to light.
