"The first meeting you thought was his long-planned reunion."
Jiang Yu always thought that the first time he met Bai Lin was the day Bai Lin transferred from his first year of high school.
Until he found a wrinkled rose in the opponent's pocket.
On a rainy night when he was seven years old, what he picked up was not a stray cat, but a white scale covered with wounds.
Ten years later, the child grew up and came back with a rose and an air conditioner.
"Do you have a problem with me?" Jiang Yu kicked Bai Lin's desk away.
Bai Lin opened the lollipop expressionlessly and stuffed it into his mouth: "No comments, there are a lot of old accounts."
Seventeen-year-old Bai Lin recognized Jiang Yu on the first day he transferred to another school.
The boy who once gave him a rose now smokes, fights, and climbs over walls all night long.
——I have long forgotten that I saved a dying "fish" on a rainy night when I was seven years old.
The boy who had given him light was now about to be extinguished himself.
Slowly, they began to redeem each other and step out of the haze step by step.
Purpose: Don't expect anyone to save you. The only one who can really trap you is yourself.
