——Enron, is there any chance that our relationship can improve?
——... Yes, there is an afterlife.
When we met in a bar, the gears of fate were slowly turning.
He forcefully kissed the innocent straight man. He didn't mean anything else, but he was a little annoyed, annoyed with his innocence, his simplicity, his happiness, and his tone of not cherishing happiness.
Later, the cowhide plaster was attached to his body and he couldn't shake it off. He didn't look good on that person, but that person stayed by his side and took care of him. As long as he had something, whether it was money, love, or his body, he gave it away without thinking about the consequences or asking for anything in return.
Square shirt, square shirt, this big boy made him feel so embarrassed.
He has his sufferings, he has his debts, he has his sins. He is not the clear young man in that person's eyes, nor is he the sister-in-law brother in that person's eyes. He just has debts that he has to repay...
——An Ran, I want to sing every song you write lyrics for.
——Because I always feel that I can get closer to you this way.
——You are wrong, Fang Shan.
——Because I don't write my own story or sing my own life.