Ten years later, on June 8, Li Xiaoman met Xue Ling at a class reunion. Xue Ling lived the life she wanted and became a decent person. The look between her brows did not change, she was still alert and gentle. Li Xiaoman couldn't help but remember that these eyes had stayed on him for a long time. She felt that her mind was confused, her arms were heavy, and her whole body had been drained away, leaving only a physical body. The stubborn eczema caused by self-hatred disappeared for many years and then came back.
Under Xue Ling's gaze, Li Xiaoman wished he could plug his ears, cover his lips, and become a thumb-sized villain and escape into the cracks of the world. Li Xiaoman had almost nowhere to escape from Xue Ling's voice.
Li Xiaoman's free spirit floated on the ceiling, greedily pursuing the opportunity to look at Xue Ling openly, crying and laughing at her. Her spirit shouted loudly in her head: Xue Ling, I wish you happiness. I hate you.
(Based on records and adaptations of real events)
(Thanks to Xue Ling, mother, and the world. Dedicated to Xue Ling, mother, and myself.)
(After the work is published, please do not disturb the lives of the author and the author's family in any form, and do not indulge in the past and hurt in any form. I wish you all the best and thank you.)
Purpose: To show the violence and control involved in the ambiguous love of youth, and to show how the cycle of intergenerational trauma can be broken out of
