Youth, love, redemption, two people living in the mud become each other's light and indispensable existence.
In fact, spring is quietly pregnant among the dead branches and leaves.
You are the reason why I don't think about death and the reason why I continue to live.
You don't have to be the sun of the whole world, it's enough to be mine alone.
He used to like to come here, sitting alone until the last ray of the setting sun disappeared, the city's neon lights lit up one by one, and the moon rose high into the sky.
"I'll give you a place to live, do you want it?"
Shifan stretched out his hand towards him, the light cast a faint light on his face, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc. His eyes were blue like glowing gems, and the outstretched hand seemed to have magic power that made people want to hold it.
Once you hold on, you don't want to let go.
A sunflower needs to find its own sun. A sunflower without the sun will die.
Then I will be the only sunflower growing toward the moonlight.
Even in death it has seen the moon
"You are the meaning of my life in this world, and also my last straw."
"You are neither someone's shadow nor someone's copy, you are Tokiho"
The shadow waiting for him to finish school under the light is his favorite scenery. The protagonist standing under the light is him and it can only be him.
"Why is it called Shifan?"
"Maybe I hope I can set sail in my limited life?"
"What about you, why are you called Jiang Cuo?"
"If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake..."
Jiang Cuo could not forget the body of the woman in that room and the ashes scattered on the floor. They were completely scattered when the wind blew, just like the home that was held up by force.
"I didn't have a home before, but now you have given me a home."
"I wish you all the best and peace every year."
Purpose: Become a storyteller rather than a dreamer