In the rusty gears of life, we are each other's painkillers.
Jiang Ming, the first grader who has been absent all year round, has three secrets:
1. There is a mechanical gear design hidden in the depression pill bottle
2. There is a lot of inner drama, but you have to maintain your withdrawn image in front of others.
3. I have a crush on the school bully behind the desk who always writes Martian letters on his face.
Lin Yuanfan, who is always regarded as a negative example, has three worries:
1. Dad's company's false accounts are more complicated than his tattoos
2. The top grader who picked him up always stared at him like a lab rat.
3. Be with the top grader who likes to raise depression mushrooms
The way they touch each other's scars is like defusing a time bomb
Lin Yuanfan opened Jiang Ming's bed board and saw antidepressant instructions mixed among the yellowing mechanical drawings on the wall;
Jiang Ming cracked Lin Yuanfan's motorcycle driving recorder and found 321 private images of his back;
"Don't fall in love with a mentally ill person." Jiang Ming warned while repairing the scratched motorcycle tire. Behind him, Lin Yuanfan was stuffing toffee into his medicine bottle: "What a coincidence, the doctor said I have an advanced stage of mania."
On the day my grandfather passed away, they curled up and kissed in the back seat of a scrapped car. Engine oil and tears dyed the countdown to the college entrance examination a chaotic blue.
"Your heart rate is detected to be deviating from safe thresholds"
Amidst the alarm sound of the psychological diagnosis and treatment equipment, Jiang Ming pulled off the electrodes and chuckled: "Lin Yuanfan is my sedative."
And Mr. Lin, who was supposed to inherit the family business overseas, is currently climbing over the wall of the mental hospital and hiding the engagement ring in the mechanical gear - just like when they were seventeen years old, they used iodine to draw the mark of redemption on each other's wrists.
Purpose: Caring for patients with depression