Water That Tames Fire

When the sycamore leaves of Qingqiao University fell all over the steps, Zhou Shui ran over a dead leaf with his Martin boots. On the first day she transferred to another school, she swept the notebooks of "model student" Jiang Ran into the trash can - this man always looked at her with wet eyes, like some kind of pet waiting to be fed, which was annoying to death. No one knows that at the army summer camp when Jiang Ran was twelve years old, she hid behind a barbed wire fence and watched the girl kick the bullying instructor into the mud. She wiped the blood from her knuckles and smiled, the light in her eyes stronger than the bullets at the shooting range. He clutched the orange candies in his pocket and carved her name in his heart: Zhou Shui He helped her block the splashed red paint, helped her solve encrypted competition questions, and when she was teasing the band lead singer, he "accidentally" spilled the other person's coffee. She glanced at him coldly: "Jiang Ran, your green tea skills are not enough." He lowered his head and smiled, the tips of his ears turning red. Only his clenched fists knew what kind of fire was hidden in that smile. She called him crazy, smashed his sports car after he privately altered his entry, and disappeared from the airport with the school's legend that "the evil girl tamed the god of study". He stood in the rain, watching the plane cut through the clouds, and swallowed the orange candy crushed by her into his throat bit by bit. When we meet again, she is the dazzling queen on the red carpet, with scandal targets lined up from east to west of the city; he is the gentle and elegant Mr. Jiang at the cocktail party, with gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the light of hypocrisy. "Ms. Zhou," he raised his glass and traced the old scar on her wrist with his fingertips, "I heard that you don't have a definition of 'like'?" She raised her eyebrows and brushed her red lips against his earlobe: "Maybe, I should try to define you." He watched her being cornered by the black material and overturned the entire public opinion field for her, but when she turned around, he said in the gentlest tone: "Back in the solitary room of the summer camp, you said, 'You have to use force to tame the beast.' Now, it's my turn." She thought she was undefined water that could wash away all bonds at will, but when he tore off the mask of gentleness and revealed the scars all over his body, she heard the sound of the ice breaking in her heart. "Jiang Ran," she pinched his chin, her eyes still stern, "you win. But remember, the water that tames the flame can extinguish it at any time." He smiled, the fire in his eyes blazing: "Then let's burn it together, even if we burn it to ashes." ——He used his twelve-year secret love as bait, and she used her sharpness as a blade. When the ice of amnesia collides with the fire of paranoia, this extreme pull called "similarity" is never about who tames the other, but two madmen who insist on blooming a bloody flower from each other's ashes. Intention: Two lunatics must bloom a bloody flower from each other's ashes