That summer, when Song Yang was 19 years old, he glanced at Jiang Youheng squatting in the corner in the noisy hospital corridor.
The young man raised his head, his eyes sharp, his voice trembling angrily: "I'm not that kind of person!"
It was summer again, and they looked at the stars in the sky from the broken boat. Jiang Youheng paranoidly grasped Song Yang's hand, put his head close to his chest, and carefully felt his heartbeat and pulse, "Hey, Yangyang..." He shed tears, "Don't sleep, Yangyang, I'm here..."
The summer of that year seemed very short, but it took away two teenagers at once.
Intention: All along, AIDS has not really received the so-called equal treatment. Our disgust or sympathy are essentially the same, representing discrimination. Writing "I'm Sick, AIDS" not only hopes to see the mutual redemption between the protagonists, but also hopes that the protagonist's perspective can see more people struggling with illness and discrimination.