At the old bus station in the afternoon, the road signs are rusty. Gu Rang was carrying a white canvas bag, and his fingertips were chapped from washing too many dishes. He lowered his eyes and waited for the bus, his hair tousled by the wind.
A black car stopped silently and the door popped open. Shen Yan stepped out carrying his school uniform jacket, and the watch on his wrist flashed in the sunset.
Gu Rang subconsciously stepped back, but was stopped by the ice coke handed to him by Shen Yan.
"If your hand hurts, don't hold it so tightly." Shen Yan's voice was low and steady, and his eyes glanced at the blood marks between his fingers.
Gu Rang was stunned, his fingertips were lightly touched by Shen Yan, as if they were burned, but he did not withdraw them.
The two sat side by side on the bench, their shadows stretched very long. There were water droplets on the wall of the Coke can, and Shen Yan flicked it away for him, his movements casual and stubborn.
Gu Rang turned his head. When he noticed someone looking at him for the first time, there was no pity in his eyes, only quiet concentration.
Concept: Inspiration comes from life