[Beautiful, strong and miserable] x [Self-redemption] x [Multiple vests] x [Double strong]
Others always think that people who crawl out of the mire are looking forward to a prince handing them glass slippers.
I rolled my eyes: Come on, the prince in the fairy tale can't even cure a poisonous apple, how do you expect him to be able to catch my thorny fist? I am the savior myself.
When that bastard nailed the trauma into my flesh and blood ten years ago, I buried my past self with my backhand - now, I am a "brother" who types on the keyboard and picks off men's underwear online, and pushes provocative athletes to the ground to wipe their sweat offline.
Shen knew this guy who ran out of nowhere. I was playing crazy in the rain, and he squatted on the side with an umbrella to eat bread. I was paralyzed from exhaustion, and he threw water. I chased the damn person back then to find out more about it, and he handed me a brick and said, "There is no surveillance in the alley on the left." The most annoying thing was that he imitated my yin and yang and punched him in the chest. Instead, he squeezed my hand with a playful smile and said, "Does it hurt? Didn't you eat?"
When the boy named Lu came to the door with his father's ghost, I was in a daze looking at my grandma's portrait. He said, "You are as bad as my father." I picked up the enamel jar left by my grandma and smashed it. Shen Shi grabbed my hand and took it behind him. He raised his foot and ran over the boy: "It's up to you to tell whether she is bad or not? First, see how much of your father's dirt is on the soles of your shoes."
"The way you protect your shortcomings makes you look like the savior I fantasized about back then." He stuffed an orange into my mouth: "Pull me down, you are your own god, I can only pass you a brick."
Concept: Trauma is not a weakness, but an armor that grows sharp edges - the wild growth of women's self-redemption
