A childhood sweetheart of eighteen years, no match for a pair of scissors to please the school belle at the welcome party. He held my shoulders with his own hands and let my long hair fall to the ground in strands amid the laughter of the whole school. Everyone said it was just a joke and advised me not to take it too seriously. The next day, I quietly applied for dropping out of school. When he chased me to the train station and asked me, "Did you drop out of school just for a joke?", I only replied with one word, "Yeah." This was not willfulness, it was a self-salvation that had been overdue for eighteen years. When your world completely collapses, the first step to rebuilding is to close the door with your own hands.
It tastes the same as chewing wax…
The story is pretty good~~~