Chen Yan is a weed, then and now. No matter how tenacious his vitality is, it will wither sometimes, and Li Yu is his fertilizer and his belonging. On those stormy nights, they look for their former hometown together. Finally, the setting sun hugged Yuhui, and we couldn't hide the eyes that were once full of each other.
A hospital
"Chen Wei, I don't want you to leave, Chen Wei! Wake up, open your eyes and look at me." A man covered in blood followed a transfer bed that was being rushed to the operating room, and the person on the bed was already unconscious.
"Sorry sir, family members, please wait outside." The nurse's cold words interrupted Li Yu.
Li Yu stopped, feeling suffocated like a mountain. It was strange that even though he had stopped, his heart was still beating wildly, as if to remind him who the person who had just been pushed in was.
The incandescent lamps in the hospital were swaying in the cold night wind. Li Yu was sitting on a chair in the corridor, his hands still shaking uncontrollably. He really couldn't imagine that Chen Wei was really gone. What should he do? How should he explain to himself six years ago, and how to explain to Grandpa Chen.
Outside the window, there was soft snow falling softly. At this time, 17-year-old Li Yu once said to 18-year-old Chen Wei, "If it's snowing, let's go to the old age together without holding an umbrella." Later, the light snow became heavier, thicker, and dense...
Intention: Grief is not pain, just heartbeat