The first time Mu Zhi came, Zeming gave him a bowl of instant noodles.
The second time Mu Zhi came, there was an extra key on the table.
Later, Mu Zhi sat on the rooftop with her legs dangling in the wind.
Zeming didn't run over to hug him, didn't shout, didn't cry. Just sit down next to him and hold out your hand.
"Come down."
When he said this, he never took his hand back.
Mu Zhi later asked: "Why do you want to be nice to me?"
Zeming thought for a long time.
"No reason."
Some kindness in this world has no reason. Just like that hut, it was small, very old, and had drafts in the winter.
But that was the only place Mu Zhi had stayed in in the past sixteen years where he didn't need to escape.
Concept: He locked himself away for three years until a homeless boy appeared at the door.