Crossing [Bodhisattva]

Dear reader: Zhan Xin'an. I am Yulzi, the author of "The Crossing", a newcomer who has just started. When writing this story, I often think of the light when the wooden door is opened - the sweet smell of magnolia flowers, the echo of the terrazzo floor, and the person holding a glass of warm water who is willing to listen to you slowly tell your thoughts of twenty years. Wen Zhiyi said: "The me you see is the result of all my twenty-seven years of experience. It's not that I haven't been injured, but that I chose not to let those injuries become my face." This sentence is my gift to every soul who has been in the ruins with his mouth open but unable to make a sound. Shen Yan's chess game was still going on, and the lights in Wen Zhiyi's consulting room were still on. What I can promise you is that every late night when I write, I cut my heart open and put it on the page. In the following story, there will be deeper darkness, hotter tears, and light seeping in from the cracks. If you are willing, please accompany me until the door opens again. See you in the depths of the story.

The story described by the author is quite interesting. Shen Yan's love at first sight and paranoid possessiveness, and Wen Zhiyi's tenderness are all very delicately portrayed. The story is also quite interesting: Shen Yan suffered from long-term sleep deprivation due to childhood experiences, so she chose to go to "Du" psychological consultation to see a psychiatrist. Unexpectedly, she met her ideal type, and began to fall into it and wanted to possess it paranoidly. A chess game was started to be occupied by Wen Zhiyi. Overall, the world view constructed by the author is a bit insufficient. It can be expanded a bit more in Hongda, not just in companies, and in psychological counseling rooms. Still looking forward to the follow-up anyway. [Grass has been planted][Grass has been planted] As a friendly reminder, if the author can suggest revising some paragraphs that span too long, it would be better❤️❤️