Fifteen-year-old Lu Lingyun was carried by Lu Changyun through the damp and dark street. The two boys were in embarrassed silence, with dirt and water stains on their brows and eyes. The sound of treading water and the sound of falling rain repeated in a loop.
16-Year-old Lu Lingyun asked Lu Changyun. The unruly boy gave him a cold look, as if he was looking at a hopeless idiot.
"Because you live in my house, idiot."
23-Year-old Cheng Chen carried the drunken Lu Changyun through the familiar old street. The man's hoarse voice came from Cheng Chen's coat. The street lights in the distance exuded a dim halo. Cheng Chen was silent for a long time and gently touched the head of the man who smelled of alcohol.
"Fool, you are the one I love."
In the heavy rain, his voice seemed to be wet with moisture, sad and desperate.
Emotional flow/cold and lack of affection/gentle and gentle attack
Intention: To talk about a plain and vivid love