Time has passed slowly for four years, and the single loop in the boy's headphones is still the song "Waiting for the Fog to Dissipate"
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Qi Shenxing: "Zhou Jinyan, you are the only light in my darkness. I only have you."
He said, I am... His light, I am... The light?
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Zhou Jinyan has lived for seventeen years. During these seventeen years, he has tried to catch the light countless times, but the result is nothing more than failure. He has always believed that only the light itself can catch the light. Now that person said, he said... He is the light, his light. Then can I think that the person I am catching now is also the light... Is my light.
The answer was firm and without hesitation: "Yes."
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"Thank you, Daimuqi, thank you for letting me be that light."
Wedge: When Qi Shenxing saw that Zhou Jinyan was not making a fuss today, he glanced at the temporarily calm man next to him with a mysterious look. When he turned around, he was stunned. The rarely calm man next to him was leaning against the window with his eyes closed and concentrating with a painful look on his face.
After a moment, Qi Shenxing said, "Are you carsick?"
Zhou Jinyan was so angry that she didn't quarrel with him, and nodded sadly. Qi Shenxing frowned slightly, and said in a nice voice: "I'll lend you my shoulder, it will feel more comfortable."
Zhou Jinyan's face was full of disgust and rejection. Ten minutes later, the "patient" who had been rejecting someone a few seconds ago had fallen asleep on the other person's lap...
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The young man once said: "Zhou Jinyan belongs to me."
Concept: Since it's a thorn, why not look for light?