When he was sixteen years old, Qiu Zhiguang was a good girl praised by everyone, and Pei Yan was a scumbag who smoked and fought. The two passed each other on the muddy streets of the village in the city every day. One was unruly and the other was innocent. Qiu Zhiguang thought that they would never cross paths in this life.
Until that late night alley, Pei Yan saved her from the devil, and he lost half his life for it.
When he was eighteen years old, Qiu Zhiguang was the number one scholar in Nan City, surrounded by the spotlight, and Pei Yan was a prison inmate living an ignoble existence. The two looked at each other through the glass window, and Pei Yan looked at the bright admission notice in her hand and smiled like the bright sunshine outside the wall at that time.
He said to the girl: "Qiu Zhiguang, live a good life and go outside the village in the city alive to see the world I have never seen."
The girl was silent.
Two months later, he died in prison. Qiu Zhiguang led his ashes out of the prison, feeling that the glorious sunshine that day was like an endless nightmare.
At the age of twenty-six, Qiu Zhiguang is a ghost still wandering in the world, and Pei Yan is a lonely grave built on the barren hill outside the city. She brought the verdict that was ten years late to his tombstone, along with the justice that was ten years late.
"Sorry, I didn't see the world you wanted to see."
"If there is a next life, Pei Yan,"
She whispered, "Don't save me anymore."
You must not save me again.
A few days later, a small new grave appeared on the barren mountain.
Qiu Zhiguang thought it was a farewell, and never thought that when he opened his eyes, he would go back to that night when he was sixteen years old.
She hid in the corner of the alley with tears in her eyes, and saw the young Pei Yan beating the devil against the wall, punching him one after another, and the sound of bones breaking like a death knell.
What appeared in front of her eyes at that time was the small wooden box from eight years ago and the dazzling sunlight outside the prison.
The young man's palms were stained with blood. He slowly walked up to her and wiped away the tears on her cheeks as gently as he could.
"Don't be afraid," he said hoarsely.
The sirens howled, and Qiu Zhiguang looked at the corners of his lips that he tried to pull up, with only one thought in his mind -
Saving him also saves herself.
…
"She rushed here from the vast distance of time, just to pull up the driftwood that she relied on when she was drowning in the muddy ground."
"He took that hand and held his sun from then on."
Intention: Never give up hope at any time.
