Orange Candy Comes to Sleep

Xiao Mochuan's boyhood was like the endless plum rain on the eaves of a small town in Hunan, and the restraint of being under the fence of others and not daring to speak out. His parents worked abroad all year round, and he was fostered in his uncle's house. He learned to read words and emotions early on, and hid his obsession with words and stubbornness in his bones in silence. He grew up to be mediocre and awkward in the eyes of others, with only a poor and arrogant attitude that refused to bow. When he was twelve years old, Sultan moved into his uncle's house. A girl who grew up in a single-parent family, with a clean tenacity, was dependent on others due to family changes, but lived a bright and gentle life. She was the first person who stood side by side with Xiao Mochuan in his gloomy life: sharing a desk to do homework, sharing a bowl of plain noodles with fried eggs, quietly handing him a candy when he was scolded, and staying up late into the night with him when he was about to enter college. The two helpless children held each other's hands tightly under the same roof, hiding their incomprehensible heartbeats in their long growth.