When I first met Song Yan, he was eight years old and I was sixteen. The soft little dumpling hid behind his brother and peeked at me, his eyes like dewy grapes. From that day on, going to the Song family became the thing I looked forward to most every day.
When he was twelve years old, he was blocked by gangsters in an alley. I knocked down the three gangsters, wiped his tears and said, "From now on, you can only go home with me."
When he was eighteen years old, he received a love letter. I smiled and ruffled his hair: "Children are not allowed to fall in love prematurely."
Until the night after his college entrance examination, I pressed him against the wall in the corner of the celebration banquet: "It's not puppy love now." The smell of alcohol mixed with his breath burned the tips of his ears: "Be good, call me your boyfriend and listen."
The next day he asked me with red eyes if I remembered last night. I shook the coffee cup and chuckled: "The film is broken, what did I say?"
On the first day of college, he found the love letter and keys I had hidden under the pillow in his dormitory: "Keep it, the keys to my home and your future home."
Concept: A healing love story with two male protagonists