Sequel to "Fifteen Years Old Pomegranate" - male perspective.
Under the pomegranate tree that year, I was eight years old and she was six.
I taught her to read and said that "a woman's lack of talent is a virtue" was a lie; she peeled pomegranates for me, one by one, as if time had stopped.
But after all, Qingmei couldn't compete with the family, and I was forced to leave by my family, and then I sank step by step in my official career and marriage.
When I finally returned home after passing the examination, I was no longer the polite and sensible boy - I tried to use violence to "fulfill" my obsession.
Facing her scissors, I screamed: "I'm just crazy. I went crazy when I was eight years old! So what, I have to get what I want!"
But she refused coldly: "Wang Huanqin, I don't like you anymore, please let me go!"
In the end, she pulled me down from the clouds...
Many years later, by the Qinhuai River, I held my daughter Wang Wang in my arms and whispered: "What I did when I was young is like a brand, and it will burn in my heart from time to time."
The running water remains, but crime and punishment will never heal.
Intention: A young man with a wrong mind will find it difficult to settle down in business.
