Thirty-seven-year-old Xu Jiangyan attended the funeral of his friend Cheng Shiyu
They were childhood sweethearts, grew up wearing the same pair of pants, and participated in each other's first half of life. They were like twin flowers, each other's mirror.
But what Xu Jiangyan didn't know was that,
During the summer vacation when he was eighteen years old, Cheng Shiyu asked him gently on his face and silently made a wish in his heart that we would never go far apart.
When he was twenty years old, Cheng Shiyu lowered his head and kissed him gently on the lips, fearing that he would be cold after being drunk and cover him with a quilt.
When he was twenty-two years old, Cheng Shiyu stood silently by the door after their quarrel. He looked at him as long as he cried.
Just like Xu Jiangyan never knew how Cheng Shiyu spent the long time without him lying in the hospital bed.
Many years later, Xu Jiangyan received a letter without a postmark. It was a letter written to him by Cheng Shiyu twenty-two years ago.
It was an unsent love letter written by eighteen-year-old Cheng Shiyu to Xu Jiangyan.
Just like the question he asked many years ago.
What is utopia?
It was an ideal place.
It contains the vague throbbing of youth, the courage to do anything, and the youthful time that can never be returned.
Gentle on the outside but cold and aggressive on the inside VS a straight man who is closeted and doesn't know he is being fucked
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
