Three sisters, three ways of living.
Li Kuanning got married and thought he had finally won over his sister. Until she discovered that the woman "playing games with" on her husband's cell phone was not a woman. He married her because she was fat, she was easy to talk to, and she didn't ask questions. She thought she was living a life, but later she realized that she was living a life for others.
Li Ruirui has been patient since she was a child. Sister Ren takes away her meal, and her colleagues say behind her back that she sleeps with her in exchange for performance. She had endured He Chengdong for ten years, going to prenatal check-ups alone, giving birth alone, and getting on a flight to a foreign country alone. She left without telling anyone she was pregnant - she didn't want to wait any longer.
When Li Xian was eight years old, she suffered a burn that damaged her brain. She forgot what adults said, she was slow to speak, walk slowly, and learn everything slowly. But she remembered that she had to eat when she was hungry, put on clothes when she was cold, and hold her child when it cried. Her mother-in-law said that she "can't even sit through confinement, and she only deserves to drink soup stewed by two quails." At night, she clutched a small piece of durian that she had saved up for half a year to buy, squatted on the field ridge to eat it, and then buried the shell in the soil.
The three women each went their own way and each bore their own debts. One day they discovered that they were all using different ways to escape under the same roof.
One million words, about three sisters. Write about the things they don't say, about the people they can't wait for, about the people they walk out from under the same roof, and when they look back after walking a long way, they find that the door has never been closed. Some people left, some came back, and some were still sitting inside the door.
That door has never been closed, but people are changing.
