Song Lemian had just moved to his new home when he met a cruel and eccentric young man in the supermarket downstairs.
At that time, the young man was standing behind a supermarket shelf. He kicked a middle-aged man over, squatted down and grabbed the man's collar. He punched him once and twice, and his phalanges hit his cheekbones, causing a muffled sound mixed with rough breathing.
The middle-aged man was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't even dare to shout. He just curled up in embarrassment, like a frightened dog after being beaten.
Song Lemian was just going downstairs to buy paint when he happened upon this scene.
She backed away subconsciously, her waist hitting the shelf, and several boxes of watercolors clattered to the ground.
The sound was not loud, but it exploded in the dead silent supermarket.
The young man made a move, and the middle-aged man took the opportunity to crawl out of the back door and disappear into the night.
Song Lemian froze, and she saw the boy slowly raise his head.
Those eyes were pitch black, like there was still a little dark red left in the burned ashes.
The boy's breathing had not yet calmed down, his chest was heaving, and the blood on the back of his hands was dripping, but he asked her calmly.
"What do you want?"
The voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper on glass.
Song Lemian was frightened and fled in a hurry.
She thought they would never meet again.
No one expected that two years later, this young man who fought fiercely would squat at her feet and wipe off the dirt on her shoes for her on rainy days. He would also bend down and coax her to eat.
The man hugged her, humble to the extreme, "Mianmian, don't be afraid of me."
Purpose: To grow and bloom in the face of adversity
