Chapter 1: The Cycle of Life - Then and Now
He believes that everything has an end, reunions and separations, heart-wrenching pain all have their time. Life is like a set of glassware, inside there are utensils and cups, when touched carelessly, it shatters.
His surroundings were a dull ice blue, a desolate ice blue, a vast and resplendent expanse like a starry sea.
Deep indigo blue, soft and shiny fur carpet, the light curtains in the sun are also pale blue, even the luxurious chandelier on the ceiling is made of ice blue crystal.
An icy blue world, pale and powerless, yet exceptionally monotonous and ruthless, but he is the only exception here.
The ice-blue bed sheet was rumpled under his chest, revealing only a white and slender long leg, a white shoulder, a white neck, a white face, the only white in the blue, like a cloud that would disappear at any moment.
Phoenix eyes slightly closed, long eyelashes stained with mist, those light and thin lips lightly pursed, having a cherry blossom-like color.
The tightly closed lips lightly drew out a thin slit, and hummed softly.
A trembling figure slowly emerged from the disheveled blue, without any disguise, a body that should have been pure white and flawless, was instead covered in countless scars, with purple and green bruises, shocking and terrifying...
Why is it so?
Such a handsome and elegant man, he should be the focus of attention from all, and should be admired by countless women.
But now it's like this.
Degraded into someone else's plaything, like a bird with all its strength and pride broken, no longer having freedom or self...
"Are you okay?"
It seemed like a gentle and compassionate tone, just like the almost imperceptible air, quietly seeping in from the doorway behind.
Upon hearing this voice, the stiff body on the bed seemed to stiffen even more, yet still lay with its back towards the door, without any reaction as if it had fallen asleep.
In the dry air, there was a hint of warmth, a faint scent that seemed to be someone's gentle sigh. The person slowly approached, reaching out to stroke the slightly long black hair on the hand of the person lying in bed, and then slowly turned over the sparse but extremely slender body from the shoulder.
Four eyes met, inside still was that clear and cool water-like warmth.
"Brother..." seemed to be a faint, unconscious murmur. The man on the bed somehow slightly furrowed his good-looking eyebrows, and his pale, thin cheeks almost had no signs of life.
The man who was called did not speak, tidied up the quilt and covered it on his body, and his slender fingers slowly smoothed out the wrinkles between his eyebrows that were a bit dazzling.
As he saw the man turn and leave, the person on the bed struggled to reach out and subconsciously grabbed at his sleeve.
Unfortunately, his body was too weak at this moment, and using force seemed a bit too fierce, so the scene of falling from the bed happened like this.
...The man heard the noise, turned his head and saw him face down, lying on the ground without any image to speak of, with a faint, inexplicable color rising between his eyebrows.
"Who are you performing for? Put away that damned look!" The iron-like right hand suddenly clamped down on the slender, elegant neck, and the slightly cool gaze carried a chilly breath, as if a layer of skin had suddenly grown, tightly adhering to him...
"Cough..." His throat seemed to have been clamped by an iron clip, and the man's breathing gradually became more difficult. He only felt that the pain all over his body was linked with every cell, as if they were all screaming at the same time.
Looking at his subordinates' gradually purpling faces, Iron Arm retracted, and the next moment he threw him back onto the bed like a cold corpse.
The bed sank violently into a huge pit, the air seemed to rush in like stones, suddenly filling the oxygen-deficient chest cavity, and the throat was sharply painful as if carved by a knife.
Still ignoring the person in front of him, the man's voice was cold and overbearing. "You'd better behave yourself."
He didn't speak, his long and slender fingers tightly grasped the bed sheet beneath him, a bewitching mist lingering in his dark pupils.
The footsteps that were getting farther and farther away, the air suddenly became even quieter, and the small window with several steel locks was letting in a faintly bright sunlight...
It was as if a sharp blade had pierced the eye, and suddenly there was an inexplicable stinging pain. Those past memories that were already distant and unbearable seemed to be played back involuntarily under the sunlight, like a roll of tape.
There are some pasts living in dreams that truly happened but are now at a distance you can no longer touch.
Qingcheng High School, recess time after class.
The noise of the whole school was floating everywhere, like a dense web woven with countless sharp steel needles that pierced people's ears incessantly.
Under the golden sunlight, the boys on the playground were enthusiastically sweating out their youth, fiercely competing to score goals, while the girls cheered excitedly for the intense battle.
One by one, the sound waves gathered in the air, weaving together into a vast net that spanned the sky...
"Shao Qi, catch!" The tall boy shouted his teammate's name and quickly threw a basketball that flew over half of the court.
The one who was stopped was a teenager, hearing his teammate's shout, facing the opponent in front of him who raised his hands and stared at him, burst into a brilliant smile "Brother, I'm not going to play with you anymore".
Then a fake move, a 120-degree backflip jump, successfully caught the basketball flying in the air.
"Three minutes!" Ignoring the other's stunned expression, the bright eyes with a smile full of confidence, also with a hint of mockery and playfulness.
With a flexible body, he jumped up with the trend, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air with a "wow" sound, like a bouncing little kid, happily jumping into the hoop.
It's indeed a three-pointer.
“oh，yes！”
"Shao Qi, you're dead meat!"
"My god, it's really freaky!"
……
The crowd of onlookers at the scene burst into a thunderous applause that was even more ear-piercing.
When is a man most handsome?
When is a man coolest?
Not the time to take out money.
It's not about protecting the weak and being filled with justice.
Serious men are the most charming, and the boys who are fighting bloody battles on the court at this moment are undoubtedly serious.
Qing Cheng High School basketball team, the god recognized by tens of thousands of alumni, ball skills are deformed to the extreme, and his appearance is also handsome and elegant to make people go crazy.
Among them, Shao Qi was the most severe.
Why?
Joke, look at that stunning face, then look at the performance on the court, plus the rumored gentle and elegant temperament, perverted academic record...
What an extraordinary appearance, what a stunning beauty, are all insufficient to describe.
He is perfect.
He is sacred.
His popularity is an irreplaceable myth in Qingcheng High School.
Of course, these are all legendary versions.
In fact, he was just a poor student who studied well, looked good and always kept himself out of trouble.
At least he thinks so himself.
The bell for class suddenly rang out, and this lively atmosphere was dispersed.
A group of people in perfect harmony, neat and tidy like a collapsed water gate, rushed straight to the classroom.
Of course, Shao Qi is also an ordinary member of this group. The study time in the third year of high school is very tight, and it's already rare to have such a wonderful time playing basketball.
Although his studies are still good, he still doesn't have the capital to be reckless and arbitrary. Even if he knows that reading books like this will lead to a smooth future, it's not necessarily true.
But in the third year of high school, people should be like cold machines that keep spinning without stopping, and it's only right to risk their lives.
He is just an ordinary person and does not think too much about being outstanding or special.
