Ever since Yan Yousheng could remember, he couldn't see anyone's face clearly, until he met someone.
He could only chase after him stubbornly, because only by being next to that person could he see other people's faces clearly.
When Chi Wang was five years old, he picked up a dirty puppy in the corner of the kindergarten. His hair was messy and he was wearing white short-sleeves that had been washed yellow. He even dared to pull his sleeves.
That was the first time he saw Yan Yousheng.
He hates Yan Matao.
When Chi Wang was ten years old, Yan Yousheng was like an inseparable shadow, obeying his words. He was the initiator of orders, and Yan Yousheng was the executor of obedience.
He hates Yan Matao.
When Chi Wang was fifteen years old, he still insisted that he hated Yan Yousheng, but his insistence felt somewhat guilty.
Because he found that he began to look forward to the figure who was always waiting for him at the door of the classroom, began to remember that Yan Yousheng drank soy milk and did not like sugar, and began to walk deliberately slowly on rainy days, waiting for the person behind him to catch up.
He hates himself like this, and even more hates Yan Yousheng who made himself become like this.
In the winter when Chi Wang was eighteen years old, the snow fell very heavily.
He looked at Yan Yousheng walking in front, his back was very clear in the snow.
"Yan Yousheng." Chi Wang stopped him.
Yan Yousheng stopped and turned around. Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, and his heart suddenly jumped heavily.
He saw Yan Yousheng clearly.
It turns out that I don't hate it, it turns out that love can calm my sorrow.
Intention: The essence of love is to be seen clearly