Six-year-old Ye Zhi met a duplicitous person who seemed to love crying in private. He said his name was Ye Feng. Nice to meet him. He called her sister and she called him brother.
The eight-year-old cousins became neighbors, classmates, and then friends. Ye Zhi was silent while Mr. Ye Feng smiled silently, occasionally holding hands and tugging on his sister's clothes to get attention. The relationship between them was more like a mime.
Twelve-year-old Ye Feng climbed over the glass window and jumped into Ye Zhi's house. He showed her the countless wounds on his body, and the smile on his face did not diminish. Only then did Ye Zhi realize that this man loved to cry but could not cry at all.
Until adulthood, the story with Ye Feng was more like a cup of bitter coffee that could no longer be traced after drinking it, like a dream. He pulled her out of the lake, turned around and pulled her into the abyss. At the last moment, he showed his usual expression of whether to laugh or not, filled with bitterness, and pushed Ye Zhi out of the cliff to fall alone.
"Ye Feng, no one can survive without leaving."
"Xiao Zhi's life won't be too difficult."
Intention: People will never be sad in this life. No one can survive without leaving.