Fang Si asked in confusion: "What's so good about him?"
Jiang Yin tilted his head and thought, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, without much expression, but Fang Si could feel her satisfaction and joy after saying this. Turning his head in doubt, Jiang Yin had deep dimples on his face, a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyebrows, and slowly and softly repeated the sentence "What's so good about him!"
There was no answer for Fang Si for a while. Fang Si took out his phone and saw a question in the pop-up window, commenting on high school life and people. Fang Si turned around and asked Jiang Yin this question.
"Before, I thought I would be a grain of sand in the stars, but he told me that I could also be the one being looked up to.
Jiang Yin immersed in thought
Evaluation of high school
Well... Jiang Yin looked at the fiery red skyline, the two long figures in the afterglow, thinking seriously about Fang Si's question, his eyes were far away and empty, and he whispered slowly: "Under that gray sky, exhausted, he held on, studied hard, and all his loves had to be restrained... Sweet songs... Touching stories... The spring light outside the window, the heavy summer overcast, the fallen leaves of foggy autumn, the first fall of winter snow, and... The adoring boy.
What's good about him? To me, who cannot see colors and has no feelings, he is like the light that breaks through the clouds and shines into the gray sky, dazzling. The light that illuminates, warms, and decorates my world has seasons from now on. It was a sweet time where pain and joy coexisted. It is the rope that tightly ties you when you are stuck in the quagmire, it is the only oxygen that is unable to breathe when you are suffocated.
Concept: Seeing is not necessarily believing.