This is a story about two broken souls warming each other in the dark, but ultimately unable to escape fate.
Lin Jianwei and Gu Qingjue were like two pieces of dust blown away by the wind in a corner of the city. She grew up in the shadow of her father's violence, and the scars on her wrists were silent epitaphs; he fled from his broken family and built a high wall of indifference to isolate himself from the world. A chance encounter in a noodle shop brought two equally lonely hearts together. After they became tablemates, he used clumsy force to push bread to her, shielded her quietly when she was being spied on, and dropped the scrawled but precise steps when she couldn't solve the math problem - the subtle warmth under the cold and hard shell was like a gleam of light penetrating the world that was gradually becoming dense with forest haze.
They walked side by side in the sunset on Wutong Lane, shared each other's incomplete childhood in an abandoned cabin, and used silent companionship to fight against the storm in their lives. He is her only armor, and she is the moonlight in his frozen heart. However, just when love sprouted on the ruins, the gears of fate began to turn cruelly - Lin Jianwei was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and his life entered a countdown.
Gu Qingjue's countdown to the college entrance examination has since become the countdown of her life. He began to study questions crazily, not for the sake of his future, but because he wanted to show her the world she had never expected before she left; he clumsily learned to cook porridge, just to let her eat one more bite; he smoked in the hospital corridor late at night, and the cigarette butt burned the back of his hand without even noticing, just because she said "it's a little cold."
The story begins with a slightly sweet redemption, but takes a sharp turn in the middle - her increasingly thin body, his collapse under the forced calmness, the smell of disinfectant water and despair in the ward's breath... The glimmer of light that once supported each other gradually dimmed under the crushing force of reality. When her life flickered like a candle and was about to go out, he stood by the hospital bed and realized that the so-called "salvation" was just a joke of fate: they were each other's only light, but they could not escape the sad ending of separation and death.
This is a story with "pain" as its background. It uses delicate brushstrokes to describe how two scarred souls get close and warm, and how they are torn and crushed under the weight of reality. The sweetness is like licking honey with the tip of a knife, and the cruelty is like cutting flesh with a dull knife. In the ultimate pathos, we question the weight of love and life - when redemption itself becomes another kind of abyss, can those glimmers of light that once illuminated each other be counted as proof of their existence?
Intention: I want to write about abuse