"The mountains are evergreen in spring, and we share weal and woe with prosperity"
Shi Tiesheng once said: "If the branches are broken, spring will only strive to grow; if the flowers wither, spring will only be in bud."
The first time Luo Sangning met Pei Zhe was on a sunny day
The young man was holding a broken guitar in his hand. His short black-brown hair fell in strands in front of his forehead, slightly covering his eyebrows and eyes, highlighting his snow-white skin. His upturned lips were blood red and charming, making him feel cold and dangerous to the core. His eyes were so sinister that he looked like he wanted to eat someone.
Later, every time I recalled that day, Luo Sangning would feel a little chilled for no reason.
Pei Zhe: ["They compete for shares and face, but I just want to compete for you - the right to stay by my side longer."]
Luo Sangning: ["After my sister left, I thought spring was only in my memories, until you came in with the wind all over you and told me that the wind now is also warm.]
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Intention: Two people with cracks in their own lives, in the pull of the world and the shadow of the past, use each other's sharpness and softness to armor each other, and finally spell out their own integrity and light on top of the brokenness.