Zhang Xinxiu has known a saying since she was a child:
Name is the shortest curse.
Her rusty childhood is the best proof. Even the rusty days can see the end of decay.
If she were the heroine in a youth redemption novel, she would probably fall in love with Wang Yang who broke into her life like a little sun, and then live happily together.
It's a pity that she is not. She is not a heroine who needs to be saved by the sun. She has a stable core and does not need support.
"Are you still lost after all?" Came a lazy voice, unexpectedly full of life.
"After all, I did chase the sun when I was a child." Zhang Xinxiu curled her lips and answered Ji Ranchun.
The sun will indeed not discriminate against her because she is rust. The sun always shines on everything.
The blazing sunshine melts the ice and snow and warms the world, but it cannot save the decaying rust.
The once cold and hard rust has now become a natural canvas after meeting Ji Ranchun.
The plant is not in a hurry to announce its growth. Instead, it quietly penetrates in silence, interspersing threads throughout the cracks and gaps.
Plants do not seek an immediate response, they are just waiting for a well-timed opportunity to ignite the entire spring.
There seems to be an invisible contract between the rust of the steel and the greenery of the plants: decay and rebirth occur quietly in this intertwined time.
Intention: Decline and Rebirth