Fall of 2019.
Liang Xiao had a passion for contributing to society and joined the work of grassroots community governance.
Cheng Han, who had entered society a few years earlier than him, had excellent abilities. The job of leading newcomers naturally fell on this senior.
Cheng Han taught him the word "tact", but it ran counter to the "justice" in Liang Xiao's heart.
Countless collisions, my patience is about to run out. In the face of the sudden epidemic, the two people finally put aside their grudges and stuck to their posts, taking protecting the safety of the masses as the bottom line.
But in the chaos, Liang Xiao's sense of justice has become the most fatal weakness.
He was forced to end his short community life early, resigned during the service period, and disappeared from Cheng Han's life without even saying hello.
Cheng Han often thinks of those obsidian eyes.
One of the coldest winter nights in her life gave her the strength to defeat the unknown and fear countless times.
When we meet again, it is still winter when the epidemic is severe.
The smell of disinfectant filled the corridor of the hospital. Cheng Han stood on the second floor and looked down. The young man with his arms covered with bandages also raised his head.
"Reporter Liang."
The people around him were about to come forward to show concern, but they were stopped by him.
As if firming up his steps, he stepped forward step by step and said tremblingly, "Senior, long time no see."
Cheng Han glanced at his chest, unable to conceal his surprise. The hand hanging by his side was unconsciously behind his back.
"Why did you really become a reporter..."
His eyes brightened again and again, and he continued to ask in a low voice.
"Then if you say you like reporters, does it still count?"
Purpose: Love and perseverance in a chaotic society under the epidemic.