Small town literature｜Sour and slow-burning｜Redemption
When Jiang Nan was seventeen years old, her mother threw her into her grandmother's home in a small southern town.
She was used to pushing everyone away, and she didn't think anyone would come close to her.
But not the people in the town, and even less so that person.
Grandma cooks in different ways every day and watches her swallow it one bite at a time. The neighbor's grandma brought the pork rib soup and said with a smile, "Just come." The boy next door keeps coming up to him and can't be driven away.
She calls him sick. But her thorns softened one by one.
Just when she thought she could live again.
The parents are here. But he wasn't here to pick her up. I came to tell her: they are divorced. No one cared about her before, but now two people are vying for her.
She clutched the plum that she had managed to keep warm, and suddenly felt that this was the end of her life, and she would never be happy.
So be it. She gives up.
They were separated for a long time. It was so long that she couldn't tell whether her feelings for him were love, or whether she was too lonely and wanted to catch someone.
He also tried hard to convince himself to forget about her.
On the day of their reunion, neither of them dared to speak first. Afraid that the secret will be revealed as soon as you open your mouth, afraid that you will lose as soon as you open your mouth, and even more afraid that you will find that the other party no longer cares as soon as you open your mouth.
Later someone asked him how he fell in love with her.
He thought for a long time, "I can't tell. I just think she's a little special."
He thought about that afternoon. Her shoelaces came apart and dragged all the way, refusing to tie them.
I couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and by the time I reacted, I couldn't move away.
