Lin Zhiyang
In order to treat himself, Lin Zhiyang took a lot of medicine, three times a day, several pills each time, but it never worked. Instead, his condition worsened day by day. He felt restless and in a bad mood every day. In desperation, he could only find a way to treat the disease with others.
Chen Bai, whose mother died early and whose father was trash, rushed from a small village to the provincial capital alone, going around in circles and still being a gangster. He knew in his heart that he only had a good face, but Lin Zhiyang was the best person he met in his life. Even if it was good, he would accept it if mixed with something.
"Don't be too nice to me."
"I can't help it."
Concept: The gap and entanglement between reality and ideals, the impossible reality for a small person.