Xu Chaoyang broke into this steel forest from a small southern town with half a piece of paper written on it with an unfamiliar address. Looking for the biological father I have never met is an excuse, and it is true that I can survive in this concrete field. He didn't expect that the first "meeting gift" given by the big city would be a downpour and a lunatic strolling in the rain - the man was wearing a windbreaker that looked very valuable at first glance, and his eyes were cold as he was soaked in the rain, like ice quenched in the rain.
Later, he learned that the madman's name was Xu Yue, a second-generation rich man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but always immersed himself in loneliness. One was beaten to death in order to survive, the other was entangled in family trivial matters and was breathless; one grew like wild grass, and the other was frozen like cold jade. They were two parallel lines, but they were dragged into the same whirlpool by the heavy rain.
They tested the gap between the rental house and the river-view house, struggled with workplace rules and family games, shared a bowl of hot soup in a convenience store late at night, and smoked in silence on the deserted rooftop. The heavy rain will always stop, but the sound of the tide in my heart rises higher and higher every time we look at each other.
"Why didn't you hide from the rain in the first place?"
"Why are you staring at a 'psychopath'?"
It turns out that all the extreme pulling began with a mindless curse and an involuntary turning back in that heavy rain.
Intention: avoidant personality