Zui Fangchun

Basic settings --Beautiful, cool, academic boy & mature, gentle and sexy uncle --The rebellious growth story of a young student who transforms from a top student into a school bully (It can also be called the story of 0 trying to become 1 but failing...) Market and campus dual lines * When we first met, he was a lonely, charming but out-of-place academic boy. He was ostracized by his classmates and "imprisoned" by his parents every day. One day the trapped beast breaks free from its shackles He transformed from a sissy "school bully" who was ostracized by thousands of people to a yuppie "school bully" who attracted much attention. From rebellion to depravity is only one step away Fortunately, the man stayed by his side and saved him step by step. [Excerpt from the original text] 1. They sat side by side on the stone beams of the abandoned railroad track. The man lit a cigarette, and amid the smoke, the boy peeked at the clear sweat beads on the man's wheat-colored skin, the green stubble on his thin lips, and the light brown round mole on his index finger. The man suddenly held the cigarette in his hand and leaned closer to the boy. His long eyes narrowed slightly for a moment, then he retracted and pursed the end of the cigarette with his lips again. He closed his eyes and said slowly: "Song Fang. You smell like... Spring." "What does spring smell like?" The boy's fair cheeks turned a faint blush. His index fingers rubbed the stones on the railway. His eyes turned to the side of the man and then immediately fell back to his knees. The man took a deep drag on the cigarette, and the cigarette butt suddenly lit up and made a crackling sound. The fiery red tobacco and paper were instantly dyed dark gray, and were carried by the warm spring breeze and floated into the sky. "The smell of spring is..." The man turned his head and looked at the boy beside him, his eyes bright and bitter, "No matter where I am, as long as there is spring there, I will think of you." 2. The man leaned against the window frame beside Song Fang with a smile, staring at Song Fang's small lips opening and closing. The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed in the wind, dancing happily between Song Fang's lips and teeth. "I guess you don't even remember." Song Fang's voice was like an orchid in an empty valley. After the sound fell, he turned to look at the man beside him, half of his face immersed in the sun. The man was wearing an off-white overalls vest and leaning in the shadow of the small room, with his hands folded on his tight chest, still looking at Song Fang with a smile, and said for a moment: "I remember." Song Fang turned his head back. He bent down and put his forearms on the bottom edge of the window, looking at the sky in the distance: "How could you remember that you didn't even see my face that day. But I saw the mole on your hand." The man didn't say anything. For a moment, he stood up, half-leaning, and moved half a step to stand behind Song Fang. He stared at Song Fang's thin back. He stretched out his hand and gently touched his thin protruding spine. His fingers slid upward gently, and the fingertips stopped on Song Fang's white and tender neck. His big bronze hand slowly opened and his fingers inserted into the depths of the black hair above his neck. The man closed his eyes and leaned forward, burying his head in Song Fang's shoulder and neck, frowning slightly and speaking softly. Song Fang. I remember. Because I have waited too long for this day. I will never forget it for the rest of my life. Warm reminder The writing style is relatively cumbersome, a prose novel, and the pace is not fast. * "In the sound of long live, in the cup of nine clouds, I will be drunk forever..." Concept: In an alienated society, there are still "alive" people.