——When glass rain fell into the burning pupils, the two teenagers trudging through the ashes heard the sound of each other's bones growing.
When seventeen-year-old Jiang Yu transferred to Deming High School with the scorched earth atmosphere of six years ago, there was an entire burning city hidden in the paint box. As the stepson of a murderer, he raised weeping apples and sunflowers with eyes on his canvas, until that morning when glass rain fell, and the silver whistle of the student union crashed into the wall of thorns he had built deliberately.
Shen Zhao is the most perfect specimen - the student union president's uniform is always crisp, his dancing fingers on the piano keys are never wrong, and even the arc of his smile is measured accurately. Everyone saw the dark blue buttons on his collar that symbolized honor, but no one noticed the scabbed wounds under the bandages on his wrists, just as no one knew that he was always in the piano room late at night, playing the requiem that no one had ever heard on the harmonica left by his mother.
An unexpected rain of glass caused two parallel lines to tremble: Jiang Yu drew moons that would run away on Shen Zhao's duty list, and Shen Zhao wrote German poems in the corner of Jiang Yu's sketchbook. While the top students tore up the essay papers for the city's joint entrance examination, the art students laughed out loud amid the smoke of the fire drill.
They become each other's counterfeiters -
Jiang Yu used a spatula to open Shen Zhao's perfect skin and found a boy curled up inside with a piano sheet strangled around his neck; Shen Zhao saw a child dancing on tiptoes in Jiang Yu's burning paintings.
In the middle of winter, when there was a power outage in Tongzilou, Shen Zhao fumbled to play the harmonica, while Jiang Yu traced the maple leaf birthmark on the back of his neck in the darkness. The moment the moonlight suddenly poured in, they saw the same frost on each other's eyelashes.
**[The world collapsed into two single sounds in the firelight]**
The turpentine bottle broken by my stepfather and the torn sheet music in the piano room
The dried rainbow in the fire hydrant and the rusty moonlight in the harmonica hole
There are also young people hiding under bandages
Don't dare to say it out loud
kiss shape
——Is this the mutual robbery of two damaged souls, or is it proof that two monsoons will eventually meet?
Intention: Continuous self-improvement