Xu Guanyi's mother died of hemorrhage when he was born. He became the bane of the family. He lived in a suffocating environment for eighteen years. Autism and numbness had long enveloped him.
At that time, he was kicked out of the house by his father, and he could only find shelter in the heavy rain. I stumbled to the pavilion in the park and sat in a daze. Until a piece of clothing was handed to me.
"Put it on first. It's even worse if you catch a cold."
Xu Guanyi didn't answer.
The person in front of me said again: "Everything will be fine, right?"
No, it won't be good, I'm the disaster star. Xu Guanyi refuted him in his mind. After a while, he took the coat with wooden hands.
Until many years later, Jiang Qingyan told him, "Do you also think that you are a disaster star? If you still think so, can I teach you something?"
"Accept your introverted personality, it's not a disease."
Intention: When people look at each other, we call it the beginning of redemption.