"The candy that fate gives to everyone is wrapped in a bitter shell. You have to bite that shell first to know what kind of sweetness is hidden inside - or it is another thicker shell."
The grievances and hatreds of the parents are like a long shadow that spans decades and still hangs over the next generation, affecting their choices and destiny.
She looked at Shen Meijuan crying on the hospital bed and at the cold copper seal engraved with snowflakes in her palm, and finally understood the true meaning of her father's words "sugar wrapped in a bitter shell".
The truth is indeed another layer of thicker and harder shell.
Bite it open, and what you bring is not sweetness, but an almost cruel sobriety and a heavy burden.
The mother didn't look back, she just spread her fingers. The temperature on her fingertips was very cold. "Weixi, be good, wait for mom at home." The voice floated like a dandelion in the wind.
"How long?" She tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes, and there was an unfamiliar scent of perfume on the fabric.
"When the locust flowers bloom, mother will come back."
Later, the locust flowers bloomed again and again, and snow fell on the ground again and again.
