Ke Wen's umbrella was tilted so badly that half of her shoulders were soaked and she didn't take it back.
Shen Qingran stood in the rain and was picked up with a broken umbrella.
Later she moved into her rental house. White shirts and plaid shirts were hung on the same clothesline, and no one said "hello" or "goodbye." They get closer little by little with a bowl of rice, a glass of water, and a silent night.
Until one day, a door appeared in front of them.
There is wind behind the door.
——No one knows which way the wind will blow.
Purpose: Freedom is what everyone is looking for throughout their lives
Reader comments
I want to see how I suffer from dissociation, stress, ptsd, panic attacks, anxiety, and schizophrenia, but I still insist on protecting my little little guy who doesn't need to be protected
This article is too slow, really too slow, I can't find the rhythm, like a drowning man who can't catch the driftwood, so I write first and write until I can catch it.
I want to see how I suffer from dissociation, stress, ptsd, panic attacks, anxiety, and schizophrenia, but I still insist on protecting my little little guy who doesn't need to be protected
This article is too slow, really too slow, I can't find the rhythm, like a drowning man who can't catch the driftwood, so I write first and write until I can catch it.