Prologue
To be honest, for Ran Ran, going abroad is indeed a very hesitant thing, and the elders in the family have always supported her decision.
In other words, they don't care whether He Ran's decision is correct. In their words, "Girls, just dress up beautifully and be happy every day. Just go ahead and do it. At worst, your family will take care of you." It's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.
"Mom, I have a fever,"
"I want to turn my hair golden."
"It hurts your hair. Just think about it yourself."
"Mom, the temperature in Chengdu has cooled down,"
"I want to dye my hair black."
"Well, if you dye it black, it's not easy to dye it any other color. Just think carefully."
Same thing, you just have to make your own decision. Same thing, if you ignore her body, do you mean you don't care, maybe she's too busy, or do you assume she can handle it on her own?
But to her, slowly, it became less important.
Su Zhiran no longer lives with her parents when she was 3 years old. A house in a city where she was studying, plus an aunt who took care of her, was the "home" in her childhood memories.
After becoming an adult, she decides all the big things by herself, such as what major to study, which city to go to, raising a cat, falling in love with different men, traveling abroad alone, and even changing jobs.
She is not good at expressing her feelings to her parents. Even for her, learning this skill is more like a polite skill. There seems to be no great need, let alone revealing her feelings. She has long been accustomed to making decisions late at night and cleaning up her emotions in the early morning. Money can indeed solve a lot of things.
It would be nice to have money. Maybe giving money is a way for businessmen to express love. Isn't this good? People can't be too greedy. This is what Su Zhiran thought. I'm fine on my own.
Therefore.
She is selfish,
She doesn't understand love,
She doesn't know how to love.
She knows too well that her love is valuable only if she is valuable.
However, she also met many people, and the rain and water splashes that slowly slid across the glass window made ripples in her heart and echoed in her life.
He taught her love,
She thought she was clever, but she didn't expect that he really loved her.
I would like to write this book to commemorate.
Motto: Love is powerful