Summer Never Ends

The story of Huang Zijing and Wang Linjun in "Pathological Growth" is currently updating. Please add it to your collection, OWO~

Blurb:

The summer before he started his second year of high school, Jiang Xia saw Jiang Qing through a car window.

The boy was sitting in the courtyard, wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a blanket over his legs, carving a piece of wood in his hands.

At the time, Jiang Xia knew nothing about what had happened to him. He didn't know Jiang Qing had been in a car accident, injured his legs and lost the ability to walk, or that he'd lost his parents.

Jiang Xia only knew that the boy was covered in injuries. But he thought Jiang Qing seemed so clean and pure that even his wounds couldn't obscure it. On such a hot day, he was like a quiet mint popsicle, seeming to radiate a faint coolness.

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Later, the summer nights stretched on. Sweat glistened on the young man's back, shining in the moonlight, with a few red marks scattered across it.

The cicadas never stopped singing. As he gazed at the person lying on his back, his amber eyes rippled like water.

Jiang Xia touched the red, threadlike scar on Jiang Qing's leg and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Jiang Qing pressed his palm to his cheek. Exhausted, he smiled, his watery eyes gleaming. "Time healed my scars. When will it heal the pain you feel for me?"

Quiet and optimistic x bright and handsome

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Coming soon 1: "My Pretend-Innocent Deskmate"

Blurb:

At the graduation banquet, Wu Shangning downed three large glasses of alcohol before finally working up the courage to confess to his deskmate.

Holding a sketchbook, he blushed but kept up his haughty air. "Take it. I've been drawing you for three years. If you like what you see, give me an answer."

When he got home, he saw an identical sketchbook on his desk and felt his heart sink. Damn it! I took the wrong one!

His deskmate Wei Shenzhi was calling on his phone on the desk.

The sound of pages turning came clearly through the phone. After being hit with such a forceful confession, his deskmate's tone gave nothing away as he asked, "Your drawing has improved a lot over the last three years, but why am I naked in every picture...? Oh, there's one in the back where I'm not wearing pants."

Wu Shangning: "..."

The gong thinks his deskmate's view of love is full of pink hearts, but it's actually covered in yellow paint.

The shou thinks his deskmate is a pure-love warrior, but he's actually a perverted fantasizer.

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Coming soon 2: "Pathological Growth"

Blurb: Neurosurgeon x freelance photographer

In Huang Zijing's comfortable but boring life, the event that first disturbed the stagnant waters was discovering that his father was cheating.

Soon, his parents fell out and divorced, his father's mistress took her place in the family, and the whole messy affair became common knowledge.

The first time Huang Zijing met Wang Linjun, his father held him by the shoulder and said, "From now on, Linjun is your older brother."

The dullness of his life gave way to ripples, and Huang Zijing found himself with a new reason to hate.

But there were plenty of interesting things, too. His stepmother was crazy, Wang Linjun always looked at him with dark, ambiguous feelings, and secrets were taking root in the shadows.

A lot of the time, Huang Zijing felt that his family was cursed.

His relationship with Wang Linjun was discovered, his scumbag father cheated again, and his stepmother went completely insane. The strange, artificial balance of his life was shattered for good.

He left his twisted family, just as he had always wanted.

As he left, Wang Linjun cried, "You can keep using me. Just don't leave. I can be anything to you. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it."

Huang Zijing shook his head. "I hope we never have anything to do with each other again. I hope you can live as yourself."

At the time, he was determined never to see Wang Linjun again, and to cut all ties with those long, terrible years.

But one night, Huang Zijing received a call from an unknown number. From the breathing on the other end, he knew at once who it was.

Wang Linjun didn't cry this time. His voice trembled a little. "I still... I still can't help it. It must be getting worse. I can't control it... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Huang Zijing's hand trembled as he hung up.

He knew he and Wang Linjun would never be able to sever their ties.

One was a potted plant ruined by being raised in a greenhouse; the other was a piece of rotten wood transplanted carelessly. Their soil had been forced to mingle, and they were destined to grow in a pathological way.

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Theme: Love can overcome anything