Next year
In the early stage, he is forbearing and restrained, and he is a pitiful person. In the later stage, he uses offense to defend. The old gangster. Attack vs. The diligent worker in the early stage. In the later stage, he turns around and is a powerful big boss.
(Han Bobei x Xu Bianmin)
Xu Bianmin picked up Han Bobei at the end of the rainy season.
This kid was stuck in the steel bars of the broken wall in the old city. The rain soaked his lips and turned them black. Almost died.
Xu Bianmin took him home and served him like an old lady.
As a result, this kid is still a young master.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Xu Bianmin's old and damp house, and he vomited on the sheets that Xu Bianmin had just changed.
The young master's sexy operation be like:
The toilet is not clean? Vomit.
The food doesn't taste good? Vomit.
The clothes don't look good? Vomit.
Xu Bianmin: I found a father for myself.
With the start of a threatening phone call, Xu Bianmin's life was turned upside down.
When the fire tore through the night, Xu Bianmin looked at the fire scene opposite. He heard himself shouting "Save them," but his voice was only half swallowed by the crackling tongues of fire.
Later, when the fire was extinguished and the smoke dispersed, Xu Bianmin seemed to have been burned out of his soul.
Han Bobei saw blood stains in the cracks of the tiles in the bathroom, and rummaged through the sleeping pills he had saved in the medicine box. I even woke up late one night and saw Xu Bianmin standing by the window, half of his body leaning out, the wind blowing the corners of his clothes.
When I saw Xu Bianmin again, he was lying in the bathtub. Blood red like that fire.
When the cold needle pierced the skin, Han Bobei looked down at him: "Xu Bianmin, remember me."
The effects of the medicine spread quickly, and Xu Bianmin's eyes gradually lost focus, with unshed tears hanging on his eyelashes. The fingertips rubbed against his cut arm, and the skin there was already scabbed.
The needle rolled to the ground, making a slight sound that was quickly drowned out by the sound of rain.
Han Bobei leaned over and buried his face in Xu Bianmin's neck, with a faint smell of disinfectant.
"When you wake up," he said softly, "we'll start over."
Start where the fire didn't start.
Intention: I look at the distant mountains and feel compassion for them