Her name is Zhaodi. At the moment of birth, the family didn't even bother to think of a name.
In this patriarchal mountain village, she is the unnecessary second daughter - the source of fines, the existence that everyone is waiting to "complete the task". Her mother's cold gaze lasted throughout her childhood, and her three years in high school were even more of a nightmare: the class teacher arranged for her to sit at the same table as the dirtiest boy in the class, and nailed her to the corner of the classroom with a year of smelly feet and sweat; she was wrongfully accused of stealing books, and she didn't even apologize after proving her innocence.
He failed the college entrance examination and only went to junior college. She thought this would be it for the rest of her life.
Until the first class, a teacher named Lin Ying hugged her gently on the podium and said, "Don't worry."
That was the first time anyone saw her since I can remember.
She changed her name to Shen Xu. One person is doing an internship, one person is renting a house, and one person is moving alone on a rainy night. No one knows how she survived those years—only she.
Later, she joined a listed state-owned enterprise, worked in sales, and managed clients. She went from being scolded by her supervisor as "a college graduate waste" to winning a million-dollar order. Later, she started a business, faced the epidemic, made a comeback, and found a place in the industry.
Later, at the round table of the Commerce Bureau, someone recognized her. Someone didn't recognize it.
Above the abyss, light finally shines through.
This is more than just a cool counterattack article. This is the story of a girl who spent twenty years picking herself up word by word from the "waste" defined by others.
Intention: Counterattack, reconciliation