Cen Weimo's childhood was rewritten starting from that sudden fire.
In the thick smoke, the parents first pulled their young brother out of the sea of fire, and then remembered that she was still trapped in the house.
When she was taken out, her breath was filled with the smell of burning. That was the first time she understood that in this family, she would always come second.
But this is also the only time that his parents remember that they care about him. This is the first and last time
In the orphanage, the younger brother was quickly adopted by a family. When he left the orphanage, the younger brother cried and wanted to leave with his sister, but she wisely stood aside.
When she was fifteen years old, she went to work. During the day, I served cups at a milk tea shop, and at night, I returned to the humid rental house and leaned against the small lamp on the window sill in a daze.
Until the girl wearing a clean school uniform and smiling like sunshine - Li Yiyu appeared.
With her passionate pursuit and sudden concern, Cen Weimo felt for the first time that she could be held in the palm of someone's hand.
They lived together, cooked noodles together in the cramped kitchen, and watched movies together wrapped in the same blanket on winter nights.
But the quarrels gradually increased, and the sweetness was like the ebbing sea water, revealing the indifferent rocks.
Li Yiyu finally said - "I just treat you as a friend, everything before was just a joke."
A few months later, Cen Weimo read the news and found out that his lover was getting married.
At that moment, she realized that her entire youth was just a pastime for the other person.
Her parents' partiality, childhood loneliness, and love's betrayal were like slowly growing vines, tightening her breathing little by little.
Until one cold winter day, a neighbor discovered that Cen Weimo was lying quietly on the bed in that desolate hut and never woke up again.
This is a story about the coming of light - light has come before, but only to light the way of others.
"Is it true that no one wants me?"
"You lied to me, you are a liar!"
"I don't want to live anymore, and it can't be cured anyway."
"I don't think I'm cheap, I'm just unloved."
I've eaten too much bitterness, and finally managed to eat something sweet. I never want to let it go.
"I can lie to people, including what I say and do to you and who I am..."
I will write many stories about what I have experienced
Intention: Love yourself well