Ember Fire Meets Spring

"The Gentle Scum Gentle Attack (Lin Yanchuan)" Song Zhiyan was Song Feng's "son" raised in a gilded cage. Underneath his gentle skin was a silence that had been disciplined for many years. Unpalatable food is the beginning of corporal punishment, and disobedient eyes will lead to dark imprisonment - he is like a twisted and growing plant, with its roots soaked in the venom called "control". Until he broke through Song Feng's conspiracy to frame him, and was locked into the attic because of a single revelation. In the rusty despair, the only warmth came from the sudden appearance of his brother-in-law. That was the first time he truly escaped from Song Feng's control, and it was also his first encounter with Lin Yanchuan. The brother-in-law's son stood in the sunshine, with the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up. There was no sympathy in his eyes, only an almost equal gentleness. Lin Yanchuan looked at this man covered in scars but with clean eyes, as if he had discovered a jade covered in dust, and Song Zhiyan also tasted the feeling of being "seen" for the first time in those warm eyes. Secular prejudice is like cold rain, pouring on this incomprehensible relationship. Some people mocked them as "canaries clinging to new branches", while some people whispered about tabooing same-sex love. But Lin Yanchuan just held Song Zhiyan's hand and whispered in his ear: "We don't have to borrow sunshine from others for our spring." From the shadow of the attic to standing side by side in the sunshine, Song Zhiyan finally understood that true tenderness is not about shackles, but about someone willing to accompany him to break all shackles, so that spring flowers can bloom above the fire. Content Little Theater: First Encounter·Beyond the Attic Lin's guest bedroom Song Zhiyan had just been rescued, his arms were wrapped in gauze, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed a little awkwardly. The cicadas were chirping outside the window, but the house was quiet. The door was gently pushed open, and Lin Yanchuan walked in with a glass of warm milk. Water droplets condensed on the glass wall, like the vague tear stain under his eyes. "Does the wound still hurt?" He put the milk on the bedside table and kept his voice low to avoid surprising the baby birds in the nest. "My dad has gone to deal with the follow-up. You can stay here for now." Song Zhiyan lowered his head and twisted the corners of the quilt with his fingers, his fingertips turning white. The darkness in the attic still lingered on his retinas, making him a little unprepared for the sudden kindness. He could feel the other person's gaze, not scorching, but with a calming power. "Thank you..." He whispered, his voice a little hoarse due to lack of water. Lin Yanchuan didn't answer, but took out a fruit candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and handed it to him. It smells like orange, and the sweet fragrance spreads in the air. "When I was a kid, I was afraid of the dark, so I would sleep with candy in my mouth." He rolled his eyes and the corners of his mouth were softly curved, "Try?" Song Zhiyan raised his eyes and met his smiling pupils. There was no scrutiny or disgust that Song Feng was accustomed to, only pure warmth without any intention. He hesitantly took the candy and put it into his mouth. The sweetness spread from the tip of his tongue, dispelling the dryness in his throat and relaxing the tense nerves slightly. Lin Yanchuan saw him holding the candy in his mouth obediently, like a comforted little animal, and couldn't help but reach out and gently rub his messy hair. "No one will bully you again." He said it softly, but with unquestionable certainty. At that moment, Song Zhiyan was holding candy in his mouth, looking at the clean profile of the young man in front of him, and suddenly felt that the sunshine outside the attic could really shine into his heart. And this orange-flavored candy became the first sweet taste he tasted after escaping from the darkness. Purpose: To grow up healthily under the love of parents