The first day Xie Chenzhou moved to Huaishu Lane, he was annoyed. The second day, he was annoyed. On the third day, he met a super talkative man. Damn, he was even more annoyed. . . After being his deskmate with Chatterbox for a semester, he finally couldn't help but run away.
"They met in midsummer and missed each other in spring. The breeze stirred his eardrums and he heard the sound of his heartbeat."
"In the days that followed, Xie Chenzhou recalled the day when they first met. The young man's vivid face was still shining, like a soldering iron that had burned into his life, supporting him through countless ferocious dark nights with no end in sight."
When the moonlight fell, I finally caught my light. From then on, the mountains and rivers were endless, and there was no longer a long night.
Conception:. . .