Sunny and cheerful big boy × cold on the outside and hot on the inside coward
Zhao Fengyang × An Qinghe
In the summer when he was seventeen years old, he moved the table to sit next to An Qinghe and wrote his name "Zhao Fengyang" on the white paper with a black pen, hoping to get closer to An Qinghe.
Zhao Fengyang couldn't help but blurt out, "You're so white." Before he could react, An Qinghe had already run out against his back, and Zhao Fengyang patted his own head in annoyance.
"He didn't hear it."
Later they became best friends.
Their friendship took root, sprouted, and grew wildly on the fertile soil of 17-year-old youth. The narrow bed and the summer coolness hanging from all sides isolated the two teenagers from the chaotic world. He pretended to casually ask, "Why do you want to be friends with me the first time you meet?"
He replied: "Because it wasn't the first time we met."
After a long time, he finally understood that in that dark bed, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, and the fireworks of love had burned their friendship with such force.
However, high school life is more about the burden of grades and the backlog of emotions. After a daring escape, An Qinghe was called to the office. Facing the indifferent teachers, serious parents and the teenager with slightly trembling shoulders, his throat was drowned by salty tears and he could only make a whimpering sound.
"Did he force you?"
An Qinghe pinched his arm hard with his fingers, a layer of sweat appeared on his arm, and his tears fell into his collar. He trembled and uttered a syllable.
The equally thin shoulders next to him shook even more violently. They had raised their heads and lowered their heads just now. They didn't say a word, didn't deny, didn't defend, they just lowered their heads.
Back in the class, Zhao Fengyang dragged the table and chairs to the back. The table made a long mark on the floor, and a harsh sound cut through his heart like a knife, leaving a mess.
The boy at the door suffered from chest pain that made him unable to straighten his waist. He curled up into a ball and could barely breathe. The air he sucked was dry and astringent.
"Zhao Fengyang, I will never lie again."
Concept: Youthful love and growth, questions and thinking