Lin Xiaoman's youth was not beautiful.
Her world is one of disease, poverty, forgotten families and unspoken anger.
She never learned how to be loved, and she never dared to approach anyone easily.
Xiao Ran's youth has no aura either.
He is not the young man who "saves Cinderella" in the novel.
He is just an ordinary boy who was pushed to grow up by the death of his mother and the family power struggle.
He wanted to get close to Xiaoman, but he couldn't get close again and again.
They are not each other's salvation.
They are just trying to keep a little bit of themselves from being assimilated in the heaviest moment of their fate.
This is a struggle that started in childhood, a glimmer of light that two people built on the ruins of life.
It's not a campus sweet story, nor a counterattack drama.
There are no heroes here, only stubbornness, misunderstandings, silence and real growth that are ignored by teachers and parents.
"In our generation, we never write at the end of a composition."
Then I'll write it down myself. I write to myself, and to you who haven't given up yet.
This is a social record of growth as a metaphor and a gentle struggle under intergenerational conflict.
Every character is imperfect, and every choice is not the right answer.
Some people will leave, some people will be silent, and some people will stand in the snow for a long time, just for that belated "I'm sorry".
"I write all this not to heal anyone, but to prevent us from really disappearing."
Concept: This is the unrecognized youth of our generation
