When I was threshing millet in the field. I used my dirt-filled hands to wipe the sweat off my face, making my face covered in dirt look both funny and sad.
At that time, I never imagined that my life would be completely different when I was seventeen years old.
I don't know if I am back on track with my life, or if I am temporarily living in one dream after another. I was trapped in it and couldn't extricate myself. When I wanted to get out, I found the ground under my feet. I don't know when it turned into layers of dirt, slowly swallowing me up. I don't know if what's waiting for me under this swamp is another world or an endless abyss.
Later I realized that during those seventeen lost years, what should have been a delicate flower in the greenhouse became an obscure thing buried in the mud and rotting away. People who love flowers will feel sorry for it at first, but then they will find it disgusting with the stench and filth and ask people to take it away and deal with it quickly. It's not Hua'er's fault, it's fate that plays tricks on people. Let it fall from the branches that should have bloomed wantonly into the thick dirt, blending into it and being unable to change.
Arrogant, cold and aloof, Hua Wangqing × low self-esteem, gloomy and full of thorns, Shen Ye, the character may change later.
Mine removal: People will become rude when they have extreme low self-esteem. When I returned home, I had not recovered from the huge gap between rich and poor, so I was very sensitive and had low self-esteem, so I might be a little unpleasant and mean.
Purpose: Life has infinite possibilities, never belittle yourself