Summer Never Ends

The story of Huang Zijing and Wang Linjun in "Sick Growth" is being updated, please accept it OWO~ Copywriting of this article: Before the summer vacation of her sophomore year of high school, Jiang Xia saw Jiang Qing through the car window. The boy was sitting in the yard, wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and a blanket on his legs, carving a piece of wood in his hand. At that time, Jiang Xia had no idea what happened to him. She didn't know that Jiang Qing had been in a car accident, injured her legs and couldn't move, and had lost her parents. Jiang Xia only knew that this person was covered in wounds, but she felt that Jiang Qing was very clean, and the wounds could not cover Chun Che. On such a hot day, he was like a quiet mint popsicle, with a slight chill in his eyes. / Later, the summer nights grew longer, and the boy's back muscles were stained with sweat, shining in the moonlight, and there were a few medium-deep red marks. The cicadas kept chirping, and he looked at the person lying on his back, his amber eyes rippled by the water waves. Jiang Xia touched the red line-like scar on the side of Jiang Qing's leg and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jiang Qing pressed his palm against her cheek, half tired and half exhausted, with a smile in her water-colored pupils: "Time has healed my scars, when will your heartache be healed?" Calm and optimistic × sunny and handsome * Pre-receipt 1: "Pretending to be Pure Deskmates" Copywriting: At the graduation banquet, Wu Shangning drank three large glasses of wine and finally found the courage to confess his love to his classmates. He held the album, blushing but remaining arrogant: "Take it, I've been painting for three years, and it's all you. If you like it after reading it, give me a reply." When he got home, he looked at the identical picture album on the table and felt cold in his heart: Damn! Got it wrong! The cell phone on the table rang. It was a call from Wei Shenzhi, who was at the same table. There was a clear sound of turning pages on the phone, and my deskmate was violently confessed. He couldn't tell the emotion in his tone, and asked: "My painting skills have improved a lot in the past three years, but why, every picture shows me without clothes... Oh, there are also people without pants in the back." Wu Shangning: "..." I thought my deskmate's view of love was full of pink bubbles, but it turned out to be full of yellow paint. I thought my deskmate was a god of pure love, but in fact he was just playing with my imagination. * Pre-collection 2: "Sick Growth" Copywriter: Brain Surgeon x Freelance Photographer In Huang Zijing's wealthy but boring days, the first thing that broke his stagnant life was discovering that his own father had cheated on him. Soon, the parents broke up and divorced, and the mistress took over. The situation was extremely ugly and everyone knew it. The first time he met Wang Linjun, his father pressed his shoulder: "From now on, Jun Lin is your brother." There are many more ripples in the boredom, and there is more hatred in Huang Zijing's life. But there are also many interesting things, such as: the stepmother is a madman, Wang Linjun always looks at him with dark emotions, and some secrets that breed in the darkness. Many times, Huang Zijing felt that this family had been cursed. Her affair with Wang Linjun was discovered, her scumbag father cheated on her again, her stepmother went completely crazy, and the weird and false balance in her life was completely shattered. He got his wish and left his deformed home. When leaving, Wang Linjun cried and said, "You can continue to use me. As long as you don't leave, I can have any relationship with you. I can do whatever you need me to do." Huang Zijing shook his head: "I hope that I will have nothing to do with you from now on, and I also hope that you can be yourself." At that time, he made up his mind that he never wanted to see Wang Linjun again, and that he was completely separated from the long bad era. But late one night, Huang Zijing received a call from a stranger, and by the sound of breathing on the receiver, he instantly knew who it was. Wang Linjun didn't cry this time, and his voice was trembling: "I still, there is still nothing I can do. The disease must be serious and I can't control it... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Huang Zijing's hands were shaking as he hung up the phone. He knew that he and Wang Linjun could never be separated. One of them is a potted plant that was damaged in the greenhouse, and the other is a rotten wood that was transplanted indiscriminately. The soil was forced to mix, and it was destined to grow morbidly. * Motto: Love can conquer all