Note: All characters and plots in this story are artistic fiction and have nothing to do with reality. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
The plot and characters are artistic creations, inspired by social observations and not directed at any real individual.
Introduction:
Seven years ago, two ill-fated teenagers met on the street. Zhou Yang knelt down and took Xu Zhao home. At that moment, the gears of fate began to turn.
During the five years of living together, Zhou Yang always protected Xu Zhao behind him. Later, Zhou Yang found his long-lost mother, and they finally had a real home. But last month, the illness took away Zhou Yang's mother. Xu Zhao watched Zhou Yang kneeling on the ground, burying his face deeply into the palms of his hands that were getting colder.
Now, the hospital's diagnosis certificate is in Xu Zhao's hands. Every night, Zhou Yang would tell lame jokes in different ways. His laughter echoed in the ward, but his trembling voice could not be concealed. "Little Ancestor," his voice suddenly became hoarse one night, "Just be good and don't leave me." Xu Zhao smiled and raised his hand to hit him, thinking he was making trouble again, but was stunned when he touched his cheek. It was wet.
It turns out that when people cry, even their breath becomes hot.
Let me emphasize again: the plots and characters in this book are artistic creations, inspired by social observation. All characters, plots and medical details are artistic fictions and do not refer to any real individuals and have nothing to do with reality.
"Inspiration came from public sources, but the final work is completely fictional and any resemblance is accidental."
"The story has some shadow of reality, but it is definitely not directed at anyone. Please do not over-interpret it."
Concept: A young man with an ill-fated destiny, the warmth of dependence on each other, and the courage to live towards death.
