Shen Ci's life is an endless mud and disaster.
For half his life, he was humble and broken, trapped in depression, coerced by worldly malice, and lived in the abyss of self-denial. Until the gentle Jiang He came, with eight months of love day and night, he healed his scars and gave him a glimmer of light in the world, allowing him to glimpse the tenderness of life for the first time.
But it is gentle and fragile, and perfection is short-lived.
An unexpected rainy night accident and a bowl of undelivered sugar water completely took away his only salvation. Jiang He slept forever in the midsummer evening breeze, leaving him trapped in memories, unable to move even an inch.
In the dark and desperate situation, Lu Huai belatedly traveled across the mountains and seas to find him. With several years of silent and forbearing protection, he accompanied him out of the autistic prison and traveled across the mountains and rivers with him, giving him a weak desire to survive again in his broken life.
Fate had never been kind to him.
Just as the years were about to end and the glimmer of light was beginning to flourish, an unprovoked frame-up suddenly overturned everything. The disaster of prison came suddenly, dragging the two into the abyss again.
The extreme self-blame and guilt completely overwhelmed Shen Ci.
He believes that he is a natural disaster, and everyone he loves will not die well because of him.
In the end, he set fire to the seaside house that contained all the tenderness and memories, burned away the past, buried himself in the sea of fire, and ended his ups and downs and painful life in a tragic way.
At the end of his sentence, Lu Huai was released from prison alone, but what awaited him was a desperate situation of eternal separation between heaven and man.
He spent all his money to build a spring garden, planted it full of flowers, guarded a lonely grave, and spent the remaining decades of his life guarding a reunion that he would never see again.
Everyone in the world thinks that he is crazy, but he is the only one who knows it. This is the compensation that no one can repay in his lifetime.
He remembered the tender and long-cherished wish of the young man: Please bury me in the spring, hoping to see me again next spring.
Year after year, as spring deepened and flowers bloomed, as he aged, he finally leaned on the tombstone and rested in the sea of flowers for a spring date that would span the rest of his life.
Mountains and rivers are all burned, tenderness is broken.
One person makes a mistake for life, two people...
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