[After My Best Friend Pushed Me Down a Gravel Slope at Nine, I Waited Twenty Years for Her]
When we were nine, she carried me three kilometers home along a mountain trail.
Three days later, she pushed me down a gravel slope with her own hands.
A small stone had lodged in my palm. I dug it out and pressed it under my pillow, where it stayed for twenty years.
She stole my name and my boyfriend, and spread rumors around the village that I got into college through connections.
The whole village took her side.
I thought I hated her.
Then, on the day she got divorced, I saw her suitcase with a broken wheel as she dragged it past the well at the village entrance.
It turns out the moon can shatter in the water ten thousand times and still rise again.
When a star shatters, it sinks.
I waited twenty years for her, not for her to come back, but for myself to let go.
Someone once asked me the same question: "Why does the story of two girls in a small village start with 'naming'?" I thought about it for a long time, and the answer is actually very simple—— Because all hatred starts from "Why are you better than me?" And the three words "Why" are written in the quietest place in a person's life, which is her name. I cried twice while writing Chapter 6. One time was the scene where Mou Yuehuan was picking out stones - the nine-year-old child pulled out the stone stuck in his palm without saying a word. The second time she said to herself, "I won't cry for her." Dear readers, have you ever had that moment? It obviously hurt like hell, but I just didn't want to shed a tear in front of the person opposite. Tell me in the comment section, who do you least want to cry in front of?