If there is anything that I will never forget in my life, it must be the dinner at the end of my first year of work.
I was 24 years old at the time. One year after I graduated from my undergraduate degree, I went to get off work and wrote my novel when I got home from work. My life was comfortable and comfortable.
The old man in the workplace said that I was too boring to live alone and insisted on introducing someone to me. The boy sitting next to me at the dinner was clean-cut and humorous. We talked about all the topics that strangers could talk about - but we never talked about anything related to "the relationship between men and women."
We added WeChat after the meal and haven't spoken for more than a month.
I thought it was over when the meal was finished.
Until before the Spring Festival travel rush, he suddenly sent a message: "I'm going to buy your ticket. An ugly daughter-in-law always has to meet her parents-in-law."
I said we are not in that kind of relationship.
He said that he had told everyone at work that I was his girlfriend.
Then, things started to get out of control.
Later, I wrote this story.
(The story is a work of fiction, any similarity is purely coincidental)
(The perspective of the main text of this article is a "self-narration" written by the heroine long after the story ended. It looks very indifferent, but it wants to express an idea: "Things looked bad when they happened, but after a while, they are just like that, so you don't need to focus too much on a very bad thing, and look more at the beautiful things around you.")
Purpose: The truth does not need to be believed by everyone, but it needs to be told. Only by speaking out can you have the possibility of being believed by everyone.