When Bai Yu was twelve or thirteen years old, he liked to watch Yan Anzhi staring at his eyes as bright as black grapes and making his hair explode. He liked it even more after he became Yan Anzhi's senior brother in his twenties. Although he is a senior brother, Yan Anzhi has never called him, and Bai Yu has been his surrogate parent for two years.
During those parting nights, Yan Anzhi was either drawing pictures or dreaming. The entire table is stacked with blueprints and capsules.
He couldn't get a good night's sleep.
Day and night, all he could think about was Bai Yu and his Rome that would never collapse.
"Brother, I won't lose my temper casually anymore, and I won't care about other people's opinions anymore. I've grown up, but I still like you."
The child has really grown up, but Bai Yu only feels distressed.
No one can always rely on anyone
The only thing you can always rely on is your own heart
——Love, morality and ideals.
"Brother, it's not my eyes that bring you pure whiteness;
It is you who are pure white, reflected in my eyes. "
"Well, An Zhi, thank you for never forgetting to look up at the stars."
Concept: Growth is a slow and painful thing