The Sun Shines over the Old Window Sill

He spent ten years weaving a web called fate. At the center of the net was the beam of light that he had to hold on to for most of his life. Bo Qin's world has always been black and white. When he was five years old, his mother's departure took away the last touch of warmth, and his father's suppression and fists were like an airtight cocoon, trapping him in a cage called "perfection." Crying is cowardice, pain is hypocrisy, even breathing has to follow a predetermined trajectory, he is like a programmed machine, cold, precise, without a trace of warmth. Until one snowy winter day, Lin Xu crashed into his world. That day he was pushed down in the snow by his father again, his back bumping against the cold stone steps, and the smell of blood filled his tongue. The young man ran over with hot roasted sweet potatoes in his arms, squatted in front of him, wiped the snow foam from his face with his hands that were red from the cold, and stuffed a pendant with complicated patterns into his palm. His eyebrows curved into crescents: "Wearing this, you won't be afraid of the dark in the future." He clutched the warm pendant, his whole body was shaking, and his voice was so broken that he said, "They don't want me anymore... Can you take me away?" Lin Xu nodded vigorously, and the warmth of his palm touched the back of his hand through the sweater. His tone was the determination unique to a young man: "I will not abandon you. Never." That was the first time in his life that he touched the light. Later, the light went out quietly. The snow in the old house is still half a foot thick, and the ice edges hanging down from the corners of the eaves shattered into crystal stars when they hit the ground. He clutched the pendant and ran through the entire alley. He only saw the locked vermilion door of Lin Xu's house. There was a fluttering moving notice stuck in the crack of the door. Even the handwriting showed haste and alienation. No goodbye, no message, not even an explanation. It turns out that light can also lie. It turns out that the warmth was stolen. It turns out that "never give up" is just the cheapest lie made by young people. Snow particles fell on his eyelashes, melted into ice-cold water, and trickled down his cheeks. He stood in the empty alley, clutching the pendant, his knuckles turning white, until the biting cold penetrated his fingertips into his bones, and then he slowly bent down and buried his face in the snow on his knees. The sobs in his throat were swallowed up by the wind and snow, leaving only a silent tremor. From that day on, the light went out. From that day on, he became a hunter. Ten years, three thousand six hundred and fifty days and nights. He sharpened his claws in the darkness, turning every thought into a web of paranoia. Investigate Lin Xu's high school entrance examination aspirations, buy the villa next door to him, and use all the connections to transfer to his class. Every step he takes is precise and pious, like a desperate sacrifice. He wants to drag the escaped light back to the center of the net. He wanted that light to belong only to himself. Lin Xu is the tail of the crane who steps on the line and breaks into the clouds, and is the dazzling little sun in the crowd. He smiled lightly, and when he squatted on the roadside to feed stray cats, even the wind became gentle. He never knew that he had already been someone else's possession, let alone that the hasty move that year had carved a scar that would never heal in the heart of another young man. Until that late summer evening, the cicadas were chirping noisily and the sunset glow turned half the sky red. He raised his head and met the cold eyes on the terrace. His gaze passed through the busy traffic, like an invisible net, slowly closing in. "Lin Xu." Bo Qi leaned over and looked at him, his voice low, filled with the paranoia and madness that had persisted for ten years, "I have been looking for you for ten years." This is a long-planned hunt and a two-way rush for redemption. When the light tears open the cracks in the darkness, and when the hunter takes off the cold armor, the two bruised teenagers will finally embrace each other deep in the spider web, covering each other's wounds into hot scars. Purpose: Pay attention to the mental health of teenagers