People who have been hurt since childhood are like pierced apples.
It looks great, and it should be delicious and sweet when bitten.
It wasn't until the apple was picked and cut open with a knife that it was discovered that not only had the wound not healed, but it had even become larger and deeper as the apple grew, to the point where it could not be healed.
So the bad apples are thrown into the trash.
Ruan He, a new writer who started working right after graduating from university, had to live in the house of a celebrity in the college because he had nothing in his pocket. The two of them were like two rotten apples thrown into a gold bamboo basket.
Ruan He tried to correct him: I am a grass seedling, not an apple.
Wei Cenhui: Okay, then when you grow up you will be a rice field, the golden kind.
Disfigurement, melancholy, coquettishness, tall, rich and handsome artist × trauma, little sun complains, new writer
I went to HE when I was in school, so there is a three-year age difference.
It contains original family trauma and some messy stuff.
Intention: Make peace with yourself