This is a collection of stories about "slow children", and it is also proof that an ordinary girl is gently supported by the world.
Sixteen-year-old Xu Qianman is slower than others in everything she does - she eats slower, walks slower, and does homework slower. She even takes a few seconds longer to answer questions than others. She was last in grades and could not be seen. Her younger brother once accidentally said, "Sister, don't be sad. I will teach you how to do questions when you grow up." She thought her life was going to be mediocre.
But she has a bowl of clear noodle soup that her mother left on the stove late at night, a class teacher who remembers the details of her composition, a deskmate who puts white rabbit toffee on her table every day, and four cats that she picked up from different corners.
She doesn't fight back, she doesn't transform, she doesn't explode. She just slowly, step by step, walked from the bottom row to the podium, from "hope I can get better" to "it's okay not to be good."
At the same time, the younger brother who thought she was slow understood her rhythm by waiting for a cat, and wrote a composition "The Person I Admire Most" to read aloud to the class; the tough-talking younger sister secretly knitted a scarf for her mother, and received a jar of stars in return from her sister; the four-year-old younger brother picked up a cat that was more timid than himself, and became the support of another life for the first time.
This is a story about "slow". I don't sell anxiety, I don't advocate counterattacks, I just talk about how a slow child was gently supported by the world, and finally felt that this was enough for him.
You don't need to be good to be worthy of love. You just have to be yourself.
Concept: A "slow child" does not need to become good to be worthy of love