The butterfly has been flying for a long time. It started from the window sill of an incubation room, passed through a car accident, a hidden scar, and a solar Band-Aid affixed to the collarbone. It passed through a corridor and stopped one afternoon at the edge of a scattered physics paper.
Li Jijun didn't know there was a butterfly in his body. He just sat in the back row of the classroom, used to lowering his head, used to being silent, and used to keep himself very small when someone came close. There are four people living in his body - one is silent, one is punching, and one is thinking. There is another one that he doesn't even know about.
Until his sophomore year in high school, a transfer student started putting a cup of warm water on the corner of his desk every day. The man knelt down, picked up his paper, and said something very ordinary. It was so ordinary that Li Jijun felt for the first time that when someone approached him, he didn't have to look at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
The butterfly folded its wings and stopped at the distance between the two people, just enough for one of its wings to spread. The wind has been blowing for a long time. This time, it finally found a place to stay.
The background and characters of the story are fictitious. Please do not use real legal or moral standards to measure the plot in the book. I just want to write a story about light falling
Idea: Trauma doesn't go away just because you're loved, but you can begin to learn how to carry it
I hope everyone can protect themselves when they encounter harm