"Tablemate, what's wrong with you?"
In the winter of the year when her parents divorced, seven-year-old Xu Wan was stuffed into her grandfather's old cotton-padded jacket and never tasted the sweetness of "home" again. The stepmother's eyes mixed with the brother's cries filled the old house, and the remittance orders sent by the mother were always smelling of gasoline from a strange city. She folded the medical record sheet that her grandfather was holding before his death into a paper boat, biting the tip of a pen and doing questions in front of her grandmother's stooped back, until she met the boy who always loved to throw away chalk tips during class - the fragrance of laundry detergent on his school uniform actually penetrated her at the age of seventeen earlier than the disinfectant in the hospital.
The shadow of her original family was like damp moss covering Xu Wan's seventeenth year, until that boy who always liked to wear his school uniform inside out forced his way into her world. He would magically take out the money he earned from her part-time job when she was in a daze holding the hospital bill. He would climb over the wall and squat with her in a 24-hour convenience store late at night when her father was drunk and making trouble. He would even snatch away the murder weapon with red eyes when she broke her wrist with a circle: "Xu Wan, listen, from today on, half of your life belongs to me."
Many years later, Song Yiran opened the yellowed sketchbook, and every page hid his silhouette playing basketball. The note on the last page was blurred by tears: "Song Yiran, you are the light that shines into the cracks."
Concept: The flowers blooming in the cracks always grow in the direction of light.
