Liu Jinzhou believes that he is a stinky and poor person, and eating and waiting to die is a positive attitude towards life.
Until one day in 1916.
The autumn wind rustles, and hurried pedestrians lift the curtains to enter the store; with a button of the jade hand, the shadow of the old candle in the orchid lantern pavilion is broken; after a storm, the flowers under the magnolia tree are turned into mud.
Xu Ming carried the camera from the intersection to the mountain pass and then stepped into the train station. He was holding the box with one hand and never expected that this person would hold him so tightly.
The two of them became dependent on each other again because of his half-dead body.
"I'm very lucky to have met such a... Confidant young man..." Xu Ming smiled faintly and left a message after the developed photo.
If there is color in the photo, it is the ocher-colored brilliance revealed after the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves.
The downtrodden young master x the weak scholar
The writing is so broken that it trembles
Purpose: To be an excellent bedtime story