The heavy rain broke through the rust-colored night of the urban village. When Lu Chenzhou kicked open the wooden door of the dark alley, the medicine was burning and the ends of his eyes turned red. The moonlight seeped into the musty shabby house, and the moment the boy looked up from his crouching in the rotten quilt, the sobs that escaped his throat made the thug in a suit lose his mind.
"Brother, does it hurt?" Cheng Nuo clutched the burn scar on the back of his neck, and his thin white ankles struggled between the damp quilts. Lu Chenzhou stared at the light blue birthmark on the boy's butterfly bone, and suddenly remembered the little crybaby who gave him the last half of his candy in the gap between the iron railings of the orphanage eighteen years ago.
Later, the upstart in the business world held the candy bowl and coaxed people every day: "Be good, baby, I will only kiss you three times today." But the little fool in his arms held on to the buttons of his shirt, and his wet eyes were sweeter than the maltose of the year. It wasn't until three fruit candies rolled down from the broken glass jar that Lu Chenzhou realized - that sweetness was the redemption he held in his hand when he climbed out of the pile of dead people in the fire scene eighteen years ago.
But when newspaper clippings from the fire appeared in the bottle of painkillers, and when scorch marks appeared on the last page of the medical record, the paranoid and crazy president realized: the brother in the black suit had never left, but someone had folded candy paper into a cage, trapping the moonlight for an entire spring.
Concept: In a world full of rust, love is the only painkiller that never expires