When she was six years old, Jiang Ning helped Lu Yan fight for the first time.
No particular reason. She was squatting by the flower bed to pry snails. She looked up and saw several boys kicking balls at him, laughing and talking. She didn't see it.
She shifted the stone used to pry the snail to her right hand, stood up and walked over.
He didn't step on your feet, scold your mother, or snatch your snacks - why do you bully him?
Lu Yan was seven years old that year. No one in the whole kindergarten plays with him. Because his father is the model for other people in the whole alley, because he has good grades, looks good, and doesn't talk much - because the reason for being isolated is sometimes "you are so good that it makes people dazzle."
He stood under the tree, looked at this fierce girl who was half a head shorter than him, holding a stone in her hand, and asked:
"What's your name?"
Not saying thank you. It's an archive.
From then on, he started coming to her breakfast shop every day. A bowl of soy milk and two meat buns, sitting across from her without saying a word.
She was bored to death. "Are you sick? Do you have no food at home?"
It was many years later that she figured out that his family really had no food. It's not that the refrigerator is empty, it's that there's no one in the house. His father doesn't come home for more than a month a year, and his stepmother thinks he's a hindrance. In the three-story building, every light has nothing to do with him.
And her parents are the few people in the world who can reach out and rub the top of his head.
Purpose: True companionship is not to make you a better person, but to make you believe that you are worthy of being loved.