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Lu Qingyan — The river view penthouse is like a crystal coffin, sealing the appearance of perfection. Lu Qingyan was born here. When he was a child, he was as soft and soft as a dumpling and was considered an angel baby by everyone. But Angel quickly learned the rules of survival here. At the age of five, he drew a colorful tree and excitedly presented it to his father. The father pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a gentle tone like a scalpel: "Qingyan, the branches of the tree have structure. Come, Dad will teach you." The vital graffiti was covered by the precise principle of perspective. When he was seven years old, he was wronged in kindergarten and burst into tears. The mother squatted down gracefully, and the scent of Chanel No. 5 enveloped him. "Our Qingyan is a gentleman," she wiped away his tears with a silk handkerchief, "crying is not good-looking." "Not good-looking", "incorrect" - these words became the fence of his world. He gradually understands that true emotions are ugly and imperfect attempts are ridiculous. Only being "correct" can earn you the faintest hint of approval from your parents' lips. As they wished, he grew up to be impeccable. He is always number one on the report card, Chopin’s nocturne flows through his fingertips on the piano, and his posture in the fencing hall is as tall as a bamboo. He is the face of the family and the perfect exhibit on his parents’ social networks. But undercurrents surge beneath the perfect ice surface. At the age of twelve, he longed for a set of "The Three-Body Problem", and his father placed a hardcover set of "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" in front of him. "Those are pastimes," said his father, "These are the foundation." Qingyan lowered his eyelashes and smiled gently: "Thank you, Dad, I will read it carefully." The set of "Zizhi Tongjian" is still brand new, and he enshrines it in the most conspicuous place on his bookshelf. That was the first time he tasted the secret and spicy pleasure of passive resistance. The real turning point happened in the summer when I was fifteen. The family planned a two-year Northern Lights trip to Northern Europe, but his father unilaterally canceled it because he "came in second" in an irrelevant mock exam. When the news fell, the huge disappointment turned into hot lava, almost bursting out of his throat. He saw the indifferent profile of his father flipping through a financial magazine, and the quiet silhouette of his mother pruning the leaves of a precious orchid on the terrace. At that moment, all his shouts that were about to break out were completely silenced by the crystal cage. He walked quietly back to the study, the door closing behind him. Then, he picked up the platinum pen that represented "Best Student" and plunged the pen tip into the solid wood table. Once, and again. The sawdust lifted slightly, leaving an ugly, hidden pit. When he looked up again, his face showed his usual, flawless meekness. "Okay, Dad," he said to the air outside the door, "I really need more time to study." From that moment on, the soft Lu Qingyan was completely dead. What survives is a perfect puppet who knows all the right answers but can never express his true desires again. His anger and unwillingness all turned into invisible blunt knives, hidden under every submissive smile, ready to silently cut through all those who tried to get close to him in the long years to come.

Character created by @阿毛

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