A Small-Town Love Story

Zhou Hui was reborn on a bright, sunny day at the turn of the millennium.

The biting wind of 2000 stung his face.

In a daze, Zhou Hui remembered: today was the day he was sent to live with his grandfather in a small town.

In his previous life, Zhou Hui had too many regrets. He fought tooth and nail, determined to make everyone look up to him.

He was the fake young master, switched at birth, and refused to settle for an ordinary life. He vowed to carve his way through the world of fame and fortune.

Villains like him probably never got a happy ending.

Zhou Hui died young, before he was thirty. He never got what he wanted, and lost everything he did get.

Reborn at seventeen, Zhou Hui decided to stop fighting.

He would study in peace and live an honest life. Family feuds, backstabbing, all of it was bullshit.

But he couldn't let the handsome guy bending over to put socks on him go. A high school boy harder than a diamond? Why pass that up?

Looking at Bian Heng's stern, sharply defined features, Zhou Hui gritted his teeth. Over two lifetimes, he was probably the only one who knew how soft Bian Heng's heart really was.

Some people are like cuckoos, with a strong instinct to take what they want. They may seem gentle and harmless on the outside, but once they fall for someone, they'll do whatever it takes to get them.

Zhou Hui was going to make Bian Heng his.

Bian Heng (the gong): A buzz-cut tough guy, a diamond-hard high school boy. The type to make egg fried rice for his husband in their old house with a cold expression, complain that he's too much trouble, and secretly add two more eggs.

Zhou Hui (the shou): "I wanna it, I got it." A cuckoo who can't change his nature even after dying once. A little sweet on the outside, dark on the inside, about 40 percent dark (?).

[Bonus Scene]

During the last break before the college entrance exams, Bian Heng took Zhou Hui camping in the mountains. They found a baby cuckoo that had been thrown out of its nest by its mother.

"A cuckoo in another bird's nest," Bian Heng remarked. "It won't end well."

As he spoke, he tucked the little bird into the pocket of his down jacket.

"It will end well," Zhou Hui argued, pressing his lips together. "Because it met you."

That was the first year Zhou Hui made himself at home in Bian Heng's poor but abundant love.

Theme: Just a beautiful love story between a couple