Lin Xiaoman has a round face, almond eyes, and dimples when he smiles. My parents divorced in junior high school, and my mother was busy making ends meet. She learned to be restrained, to please, and to reduce her presence in the crowd. As a class cadre in the first year of high school, he was isolated for mediating conflicts in the class and experienced hidden campus bullying; in the second year of high school, he fell in love with Jiang Xu, but could not tell whether it was a heartbeat or a desire to be loved, and eventually broke up due to misunderstanding and self-doubt; in the same year, he fell down during running exercises and was picked up by a strange boy. For the first time, he understood that healthy love should make people want to look up.
In her senior year of high school, she worked hard to get closer to the light, but she also found her own light source in the pursuit. On the day after the college entrance examination, she finally dared to say to the boy with wheat-colored skin: "I like you. Not because you have helped me, but because you make me want to be a better person."
This is not a Cinderella rescued story. This is a story about learning to hold an umbrella by yourself in the rain and waiting for dawn at three o'clock in the morning. Dedicated to all girls who are sensitive, have low self-esteem, and habitually bow their heads - you don't need to be perfect to deserve to be seen.
Intention: It is not full, so it grows.