When I was twenty-six years old, my ex-girlfriend of four years was killed.
Four years of hard work, in exchange for one sentence: "You can't stop me from pursuing a better life, right?"
Later I went to the blind date market.
The betrothal gift of 288,000 yuan, a house in the county, the salary was handed over, and the family was honored during the holidays.
No one asked me if I was tired. Just ask if I can "afford it".
I took antidepressants and hid them at the bottom of the trash can.
Until my unrelated sister left the dormitory without saying a word and moved into my rental house.
She threw away everything her ex left behind.
I deleted the contact information of my blind date.
Post a note on the door:
"Please be quiet when you come in. Brother needs to rest."
She is as cold as ice to outsiders, but she can only say one sentence to me:
"Brother, you don't have to do anything. As long as you live, where I can see you."
Some say she is sick.
Some people say we are out of line.
She just looked at me and said:
"Brother, the door of the cage is never locked. You chose to walk in."
"And I'll make you never want to go out."
When the whole world is teaching you to stop your losses, she is the only one who teaches you what it means to not let go.
