Your hatred for me is like my love for you.
Wen Yuzhi is very jealous of Pei Songyan. He is jealous of Pei Songyan's appearance, jealous of Pei Songyan's family background, and jealous of Pei Songyan's achievements. Moreover, because the two of them grew up together, Pei Songyan is more likable than him. He is always the one who is ignored, looked down upon, and misunderstood. Wen Yuzhi thought Pei Songyan would also avoid him, but what happened was far beyond his expectation.
There was always a draft paper full of steps to solve the problem posted next to the appalling test paper. He explained it with warmth and patience. He always kept medicine by his side because he was prone to catching colds. When he got dizzy every day, he just happened to bring a hot breakfast in front of him. When his knee was injured during an activity, the ointment that was applied to his wound tenderly and meticulously made him shiver. The scarf wrapped around his neck in the cold winter and the shoelaces tied by his own hands.
But what did Wen Yuzhi give back to Pei Songyan?
They are harsh words and contemptuous cynicism.
There were also countless shameless eye rolls and avoidant looks.
He took detours again and again and was slapped on the face mercilessly.
Occasionally, I will feel a little bitter and sore, but it is neither painful nor itchy.
Pei Songyan still loves him unscrupulously.
"..."
A few years later, the two of them officially confirmed their relationship.
When Wen Yuzhi was packing up old things, he accidentally opened Pei Songyan's high school picture album.
Turning the first page, what caught the eye was a little hedgehog curled up into a ball with spikes erect, lying trembling in the palm of a human's hand. The human's hand was pricked with blood.
Page two.
Humans began to slowly gain the trust of the little hedgehogs, getting along with them day after day.
Later, the last page was not finished yet.
The little hedgehog is opening its soft belly and letting humans caress it.
While he was looking fascinated, Pei Songyan suddenly hugged him from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, held his hand with the pen, and completed the remaining strokes bit by bit.
With smiling eyes: "This is you, does it look like the painting, baby?"
Intention: None