Lin Zhiyu died on Qingming three years ago.
Angel in white, died in the line of duty due to the epidemic, and will always be twenty-six years old.
After she left, her boyfriend Chen Yu became a role model for affection - sweeping her grave every year, visiting her every month, and treating the Lin family's parents as close relatives.
Only Lin Zhixia watched with cold eyes.
"My mother is allergic to pollen, don't you know?"
"Who are you showing your affection to?"
She is not a sister.
My sister is gentle, walks slowly, and always reports peace;
She is sharp, quick, and not easy to mess with.
But unfortunately, everyone looked at the shadow of another person through her.
As an expatriate in Shenzhen, she pushed herself into a desperate situation.
The customers made things difficult for me and the headquarters put pressure on me. I had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius and hid in the rental house crying.
Then, the "miracle" happened.
Mr. Zhou, the customer, suddenly changed. Extraordinary promotions fell from the sky.
Lin Zhixia stared at the document and sneered: "Help me? Let me know who it is and I will thank you personally."
Not found. The best friend is stern, Chen Yu is silent, and everyone is acting out "for your own good".
She flew back to Beijing, was so burned that she fell in front of Chen Yu's house.
"I'm not here to act coquettishly," she said firmly, "I just can't hold it anymore."
Chen Yu handed him a glass of water and said nothing.
There were two women standing behind him.
Su Xiaotang carried the punishment for him for two years. When she left for Europe in despair, she pressed a note with his handwriting under the pillow in Frankfurt.
Xia Yu, clean and transparent, takes retreat as a way to advance: "I'm not afraid that you are covered in mud, I'm afraid that you won't even give me a chance to get close."
Three women, three ways of living.
One wants the truth, one wants to let go but can't, and the other wants dignity.
Chen Yu, on the other hand, is carrying the monument of the deceased and is in debt to the living, and cannot even get out of the fog in his own heart.
Until Lin Zhixia said:
"Chen Yu, I am not her shadow."
"You keep your affection, and I'll go my own way."
Intention: Blindly clinging to the affectionate obsession of the deceased will only fetter all the living people around you. Everyone should break free from the shackles of memories and live a life of their own.