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In the summer when he was six years old, Jiang Hao wanted to be stuffed into Xisha's small room.
The wall was hot, the wind was dead, and sweat stuck to the skin, until Zheng Yi broke in carrying an electric fan.
He squatted on the ground and fiddled with the plug, sweat dripping down his forehead: "Stop crying, don't cry, stop crying! I'm coming right now!"
The button was pressed, and the first gust of wind blew across her face.
Jiang Hao wanted to remember two things:
It turns out that the wind has a sound.
It turns out someone cares about her.
Later, the electric fan moved with Jiang Haoxiang many times.
It is getting older and older, like a childhood that is gradually blurring.
Zheng Yi also became busier and busier, running from the building next door to the other side of the world. But he would always calculate the time difference and call:
"Which set of papers is it now? Take a break!"
Until one day the fan stopped spinning completely.
Jiang really wanted to squat in front of it, like going back to that night when he was six years old.
The phone screen lit up, and it was a message from Zheng Yi who was worried that she would be sad: "Don't cry secretly! What a big deal, wait until I get back to fix it for you!"
In fact, there is no need to repair it. In fact, Jiang Haoxiang has not cried again for many years.
Because the real wind has lived in her world for a long time, and it has never stopped since she was six years old.
——If summer is destined to be sultry, then you are my wind.
"Loving you is a habit I have developed since you were born."
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*This article was written in three breaths, almost pouring out, so there will be a lot of sluggish and immature parts, and there will also be a lot of typos. I would like to apologize to my readers in advance, and I may revise the article if I remember it...
*After thinking about this ending for a long time, I decided to stop here, it's enough.
*The daily love life of Xiao Jiang and Zheng Yi will be left in the extra chapter. There will be extra chapters, I promise.
*Female genius vs. Gentle man in "Glacier Wind" is being serialized. Welcome to collect it.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
Reader comments
The office was noisy, and I tried my best to hold back the feeling of wanting to cry. I really didn't know how to relieve it, so I thought it would be better to write it down. I watched "The Electric Fan" first during the National Day holiday, and I felt sad for Jiang Hao for a long time. I watched "Glacier Wind" on and off some time ago and felt heartbroken by the destruction of Liang Chuling. I watched "Can't I Can't Stand This Kiss" again. Even though the tone of the text is more cheerful, I still feel like I've been soaked in water inside.
I'm wondering why? Then it was discovered that these girls received very little from their own families with their biological parents, their material resources were sometimes not guaranteed, and their spirits were even more barren. Like many women in real life, we have been taught since childhood to love others, to be kind, and to be loved. Love with others seems to be a very important topic. Not being loved will make a woman lose her confidence. And kidnapping in the name of love also traps many women. Women are only required to play the role of a virtuous wife and a gentle mother. As for her desires and ambitions, she does not care because she should not have them.
Lin Ran died young, and Ms. Ma endured a lice-covered wedding dress for profit. The mother who turned yellow is a more common type of mother. She loves her daughter but does not understand her and cannot support her. I'm glad that the sword under my belt didn't turn these mothers into Facebook-style villains. This is a misunderstanding of motherhood. There is no rule that mothers should naturally love their children. The "motherhood penalty" effect will only exacerbate this rift.
The fathers in these three groups of families should be the most common type encountered by most unhappy daughters. They are arbitrary, hypocritical, and regard themselves as the head of a feudal family, exerting their father's authority when they themselves need it. How much energy does a little girl have to spend and how long does she have to struggle to accept the fact that her father doesn't love her? How many times do you have to be woken up by the heat in a small west-facing room before you accept that you are an outsider in the family? What should a teenager do when she witnesses her father cheating? Knowing that an apple is rotten is different than the shock you feel when you cut into the apple and see that it is actually rotten. You rush forward to question, but find that you are completely powerless. You cannot restrain an immoral person. You argue and question, and in the face of the sophistry of shameless people, you finally realize that you are still young and under the control of others. So you compromise temporarily, and then finally separate yourself from here by injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging yourself eight hundred. You go to the wider world and you see yourself in the world of plants.
We often say that the reason we love that person is because we see ourselves in her eyes. If we can see ourselves in our own eyes, before we desire the love of others, we must first love ourselves. So I really wanted to see the wind, so Liang Chuling continued his piano career, and Huang Zhuanqing became a plant painter. Some injuries cannot be healed by time, and it is okay to escape, because those injuries are just a burden, and you have to look forward. This is not about letting go, this is to allow you to go on the road more lightly. The night pours into your pupils, and you close your eyes gently, retaining your happy look.
"We merged into each other through words, our boundaries were blurred, and we formed an illusory and ethereal kingdom." I was not only connected with Jiang Haoxiang, Liang Chuling, and Huang Zhuanqing, but also with "Sword under the Waist". Words are of course powerful, entering, submerging, and nourishing a tired and dry body.
See you in the next story.
I stayed up late to finish reading this book. It was actually very late, but I still wanted to finish the review in one breath while my emotions were still rising. It's quite interesting to say. At first I just wanted to find some BG desserts that I like and read them before going to sleep. Then I accidentally found this book. I shed a lot of tears after reading it. It's been a long time since there was a book that aroused my emotions so much, so I wanted to write down my own feelings here. The whole article is actually very realistic and dreamy. The reality is that the heroine's family of origin is smelly and rotten, with a patriarchal grandmother, a chauvinistic father, and a stepmother who ignores the heroine. Although the average family is extremely bad, I believe that most people can more or less see some shadows of their own families, so they can take on the role of the heroine. I feel sorry for the heroine, and maybe I also feel sorry for myself who was once helpless and unable to express myself. It seems to be a happy family, why am I uncomfortable? Am I too fragile? When we were children, we could only feel the undercurrent, but it was difficult to express it and others could not understand it. In the end, we swallowed it silently. The female protagonist is miserable, but anyone who watches it carefully will understand that this is not a female abuser in the traditional sense, because this kind of family does exist. The Internet connects people in the world. Sometimes some people's original families are so bad that they suddenly feel that their family is really good, and they are so helpless. The dream is about the hero's family. The hero's family is a very normal - even abnormal family, normal, but not common. The hero and his mother shine on her whole life like the sun throughout the book. A family that is not related by blood is better than a family. How could the family the heroine chooses be worse than her relatives in the sense of blood? [Star Eyes] We can't choose in terms of blood, but in the future we can choose the person we spend our lives with. This is the value of life. The world is an open game, and there are infinite possibilities as long as we live. In fact, what touched me the most was the tenderness the author expressed to the heroine throughout the text, as well as the tenderness of the heroine's own high sensitivity. As an innate gene, high sensitivity is like an emotional amplifier. When happiness is amplified, pain will also be amplified, and it can detect subtle unspeakable malice. They may be accused of being too pretentious and too sensitive. Many parents use derogatory connotations of some neutral words, such as introversion, sensitivity, strength, etc. In the end, they just want to discipline their children to be well-behaved and sensible children in the worldly sense, but they forget to respect the children themselves. But the article accepts the sensitive emotions of the heroine and writes them very clearly. I can understand what those obscure emotions look like at a glance. I know clearly that this is also a talent brought by high sensitivity. The self-consistency brought by highly sensitive people is to affirm their high sensitivity in infinitely magnified happiness, accept it as a part of their body, and accompany them throughout their lives. However, they will definitely grow and learn to slowly ignore the perception of malice. They will also desperately suck all the sugar in life and live a strong person who loves themselves [Xingxingyan]. I hope everyone's future will be good [Purple Sugar]
The ability to feel yourself, to feel happiness, to feel love
It's a very nice book. It's a very delicate book. It doesn't have many words but it's really well written. I think the best person in the whole book is Xiang Li. It was she who taught Zheng Yi a great person. It was also she who attracted Jiang Haoxiang step by step. She is a really great woman.
I finished watching it in the early morning [crying loudly] [crying loudly] crying [crying loudly] It was really good! The author is so good at writing
A nice family of three, very warm
A nice family of three, very warm
A nice family of three, very warm
I didn't have time to look, so all I saw was mouths and mouths [crying] [crying] [crying]
Want two little babies to be happy forever [Spread Flowers][Purple Sugar]kswl
The heroine's original family is just a little bitter gourd
To be honest, I hope to see the retribution of their family of three, not just make people cry.
I really want to be happy forever [crying]
I really like this story, I hope the author will be happy forever
It's a story like the summer night wind
Thank you for the great work~
[Crying] [Crying] [Crying] This is a very good article and it made my heart soft [Crying] [Crying] [Crying] [Crying] [Crying] [Crying] [Crying]
Why are you so good at writing [crying] [crying] [crying], this sword under the waist? I spent an hour and a half in tears ಥ◡ಥ
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The office was noisy, and I tried my best to hold back the feeling of wanting to cry. I really didn't know how to relieve it, so I thought it would be better to write it down. I watched "The Electric Fan" first during the National Day holiday, and I felt sad for Jiang Hao for a long time. I watched "Glacier Wind" on and off some time ago and felt heartbroken by the destruction of Liang Chuling. I watched "Can't I Can't Stand This Kiss" again. Even though the tone of the text is more cheerful, I still feel like I've been soaked in water inside. I'm wondering why? Then it was discovered that these girls received very little from their own families with their biological parents, their material resources were sometimes not guaranteed, and their spirits were even more barren. Like many women in real life, we have been taught since childhood to love others, to be kind, and to be loved. Love with others seems to be a very important topic. Not being loved will make a woman lose her confidence. And kidnapping in the name of love also traps many women. Women are only required to play the role of a virtuous wife and a gentle mother. As for her desires and ambitions, she does not care because she should not have them. Lin Ran died young, and Ms. Ma endured a lice-covered wedding dress for profit. The mother who turned yellow is a more common type of mother. She loves her daughter but does not understand her and cannot support her. I'm glad that the sword under my belt didn't turn these mothers into Facebook-style villains. This is a misunderstanding of motherhood. There is no rule that mothers should naturally love their children. The "motherhood penalty" effect will only exacerbate this rift. The fathers in these three groups of families should be the most common type encountered by most unhappy daughters. They are arbitrary, hypocritical, and regard themselves as the head of a feudal family, exerting their father's authority when they themselves need it. How much energy does a little girl have to spend and how long does she have to struggle to accept the fact that her father doesn't love her? How many times do you have to be woken up by the heat in a small west-facing room before you accept that you are an outsider in the family? What should a teenager do when she witnesses her father cheating? Knowing that an apple is rotten is different than the shock you feel when you cut into the apple and see that it is actually rotten. You rush forward to question, but find that you are completely powerless. You cannot restrain an immoral person. You argue and question, and in the face of the sophistry of shameless people, you finally realize that you are still young and under the control of others. So you compromise temporarily, and then finally separate yourself from here by injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging yourself eight hundred. You go to the wider world and you see yourself in the world of plants. We often say that the reason we love that person is because we see ourselves in her eyes. If we can see ourselves in our own eyes, before we desire the love of others, we must first love ourselves. So I really wanted to see the wind, so Liang Chuling continued his piano career, and Huang Zhuanqing became a plant painter. Some injuries cannot be healed by time, and it is okay to escape, because those injuries are just a burden, and you have to look forward. This is not about letting go, this is to allow you to go on the road more lightly. The night pours into your pupils, and you close your eyes gently, retaining your happy look. "We merged into each other through words, our boundaries were blurred, and we formed an illusory and ethereal kingdom." I was not only connected with Jiang Haoxiang, Liang Chuling, and Huang Zhuanqing, but also with "Sword under the Waist". Words are of course powerful, entering, submerging, and nourishing a tired and dry body. See you in the next story.
I stayed up late to finish reading this book. It was actually very late, but I still wanted to finish the review in one breath while my emotions were still rising. It's quite interesting to say. At first I just wanted to find some BG desserts that I like and read them before going to sleep. Then I accidentally found this book. I shed a lot of tears after reading it. It's been a long time since there was a book that aroused my emotions so much, so I wanted to write down my own feelings here. The whole article is actually very realistic and dreamy. The reality is that the heroine's family of origin is smelly and rotten, with a patriarchal grandmother, a chauvinistic father, and a stepmother who ignores the heroine. Although the average family is extremely bad, I believe that most people can more or less see some shadows of their own families, so they can take on the role of the heroine. I feel sorry for the heroine, and maybe I also feel sorry for myself who was once helpless and unable to express myself. It seems to be a happy family, why am I uncomfortable? Am I too fragile? When we were children, we could only feel the undercurrent, but it was difficult to express it and others could not understand it. In the end, we swallowed it silently. The female protagonist is miserable, but anyone who watches it carefully will understand that this is not a female abuser in the traditional sense, because this kind of family does exist. The Internet connects people in the world. Sometimes some people's original families are so bad that they suddenly feel that their family is really good, and they are so helpless. The dream is about the hero's family. The hero's family is a very normal - even abnormal family, normal, but not common. The hero and his mother shine on her whole life like the sun throughout the book. A family that is not related by blood is better than a family. How could the family the heroine chooses be worse than her relatives in the sense of blood? [Star Eyes] We can't choose in terms of blood, but in the future we can choose the person we spend our lives with. This is the value of life. The world is an open game, and there are infinite possibilities as long as we live. In fact, what touched me the most was the tenderness the author expressed to the heroine throughout the text, as well as the tenderness of the heroine's own high sensitivity. As an innate gene, high sensitivity is like an emotional amplifier. When happiness is amplified, pain will also be amplified, and it can detect subtle unspeakable malice. They may be accused of being too pretentious and too sensitive. Many parents use derogatory connotations of some neutral words, such as introversion, sensitivity, strength, etc. In the end, they just want to discipline their children to be well-behaved and sensible children in the worldly sense, but they forget to respect the children themselves. But the article accepts the sensitive emotions of the heroine and writes them very clearly. I can understand what those obscure emotions look like at a glance. I know clearly that this is also a talent brought by high sensitivity. The self-consistency brought by highly sensitive people is to affirm their high sensitivity in infinitely magnified happiness, accept it as a part of their body, and accompany them throughout their lives. However, they will definitely grow and learn to slowly ignore the perception of malice. They will also desperately suck all the sugar in life and live a strong person who loves themselves [Xingxingyan]. I hope everyone's future will be good [Purple Sugar]
The ability to feel yourself, to feel happiness, to feel love
It's a very nice book. It's a very delicate book. It doesn't have many words but it's really well written. I think the best person in the whole book is Xiang Li. It was she who taught Zheng Yi a great person. It was also she who attracted Jiang Haoxiang step by step. She is a really great woman.
I finished watching it in the early morning [crying loudly] [crying loudly] crying [crying loudly] It was really good! The author is so good at writing
A nice family of three, very warm
A nice family of three, very warm
A nice family of three, very warm
I didn't have time to look, so all I saw was mouths and mouths [crying] [crying] [crying]
Want two little babies to be happy forever [Spread Flowers][Purple Sugar]kswl
The heroine's original family is just a little bitter gourd
To be honest, I hope to see the retribution of their family of three, not just make people cry.
I really want to be happy forever [crying]
I really like this story, I hope the author will be happy forever
It's a story like the summer night wind
Thank you for the great work~
[Crying] [Crying] [Crying] This is a very good article and it made my heart soft [Crying] [Crying] [Crying] [Crying] [Crying] [Crying] [Crying]
Why are you so good at writing [crying] [crying] [crying], this sword under the waist? I spent an hour and a half in tears ಥ◡ಥ