The night before receiving the certificate, Zhong Lizin worked the night shift in the hospital. Zhao Qi was alone at home organizing things to move to the new house. When packing Zhong Lizin's bookcase, a photo fell out of her college anatomy textbook.
On the back of the photo, a line of small, familiar pen letters caught his eye.
You are the most brilliant light in my poor girlhood.
Zhong Lizin has liked such a person throughout her girlhood. You can guess who this picture is with your toes. It's not him anyway.
Zhao Qi felt so sad. Usually asking her to say "I love you" would be like killing her, but she could write such disgusting words to someone.
He suppressed a jealous pout and reluctantly bent down to pick up the photo that fell on the ground.
"The fireworks are still gorgeous. They didn't blow up twice and then disappear. Anyway, you ended up with me."
Just when he was about to secretly take the photos and dispose of them while Zhong Lizin was not at home, he caught a glimpse of what was captured in the photos out of the corner of his eye, and he was suddenly stunned.
On a bright sunny afternoon, in the photo, a stern-faced young man is sleeping soundly in an old-fashioned wicker chair with an old cat in his arms. On the exposed half of his face, someone used a paintbrush to draw a hideous coyote dog. The quiet warmth flows in silently through time, silent but firm.
The person in the photo is not Qi Xiuyan at all, but him.
Intention: Keep your feet on the ground and look up at the stars
