When she was a child, Chen Qiqi was the one who was left behind.
In the second grade, my parents took my younger brother back to Guangdong City. She stayed at her grandma's house.
Grandma said: "Qiqi, I have a room for you at home."
My uncle said, "Qiqi, tell your uncle what you want."
Although her parents said, "If I don't give you away, I just love you," Chen Qiqi remembered it for many years.
Although the days to come are slow and rolling by like a wheel, they are very steady.
Then she went to high school. The alarm clock is after five o'clock. The bell rings for evening self-study at ten o'clock. There are also whispers from grandma and uncle.
These voices pushed her to move forward boldly.
I just didn't expect that there was an extra "front table that couldn't be moved".
He always said:
"Chen Qiqi, here."
"Chen Qiqi, lend me your English notes."
"Chen Qiqi, didn't you have breakfast?"
Very noisy.
But then they were divided into arts and sciences, one upstairs and one downstairs.
Chen Qiqi suddenly felt a little unaccustomed to silence.
"Chen Qiqi, what do you want to do in the future?"
"Get out of the exam and walk a little further. Pick up grandma and uncle."
"How far?"
"Go where heaven and earth let me do as I please."
She's going to take big steps.
And he was following behind.
Intention: Fate gave her a low starting point, but she can still use her own feet to get where she wants to go step by step.