You’re on My Left

When I saw the recommendation coming from db, I opened my eyes angrily. . . What a cool article. The male protagonist is the type who is very suitable to be a mistress. It's really cool to compare Cherry's anger and disappointment after seeing the bet with the male protagonist's cautiousness later on. After that, the female protagonist has developed and the male protagonist feels a little inferior. . It is the best dowry for this man!! In fact, I think it's delicious to have an open ending without an ending. . . Thank you to the author for writing such a beautiful article, love comes from 2025

It's so good. I watched it in the third grade of junior high school. I was 15 years old, which is almost 17 years. It's been 7 years. I've watched it over and over again. I still like it very much.

I still remember the novel I read in high school. Moved countless times, envied countless times. I also have very low self-esteem, and even now I may have some pessimistic and autistic thoughts, but I am still alive. Except for my friends and parents, I never believed that there would be boys in this world who were willing to love me and like me. I was used to killing off all possibilities of being liked. It was just self-protection. I would always be disappointed if I had expectations. It's better not to believe it at first. I think that for a long time, I will continue to have this feeling of not believing that I am worthy of being loved. I don't know what to do, I always deceive myself by pretending that it doesn't matter. Maybe, I am really sick inside.

After reading this article, I was deeply shocked from the inside out. Many of the activities describing inferiority complex are so real. Because I have experienced them, I am very familiar with them and feel very touching. The difference between Da Cherry's experience and mine is that I am a woman with a natural appearance defect, but I have been carefully cared for by my parents since I was a child. However, I still felt very lonely and autistic for a period of time, especially when some boys in the class unintentionally teased me and I thought I was ridiculed. At that time, I really had the urge to jump out of the classroom window. That deep and deep sense of inferiority has always enveloped my teenage years, making me increasingly withdrawn and autistic. During my school career, I indulged in extracurricular books all day long. My parents never criticized me and tried their best to satisfy me. Therefore, like Cherry, I also own many Chinese and foreign masterpieces. I like painting, and my parents firmly supported me. Later, I was admitted to the Provincial Academy of Fine Arts and devoted myself wholeheartedly to studying and reading. When I was a student, love was insulated from me because I didn't believe that I could have love. I never talked or socialized with any boys. Even when I went to work, it was still like this, so my colleagues said that I was a very difficult person to get in touch with. Looking back now, I think about it, why did I feel uncomfortable at that time? In fact, the most uncomfortable thing was my parents, but they never showed it. They were afraid of hurting my self-esteem, so they always quietly went to school to ask the class teacher for help, hoping to pay more attention and help me, so I am very grateful to these teachers. Having said this, what I actually want to express most is that the happiness and warmth in the first half of my life came from my parents and teachers, and in my current life, I am very, very grateful to my husband and lovely son! My husband is my school friend, two years ahead of me. He has a sunny and cheerful personality. Because he is a member of the school's publicity department, he often appears in various activities. He is also very good at school and often wins scholarships. Speaking of which, you won't believe it. All my classmates knew him, but I didn't, because I refused to participate in any recreational activities in the school. Except for classes, meals, and sleeping, the three o'clock and one line were very regular. What I didn't expect was that we later worked in the same company, and he led me the first time I went to the company to report. I just remember that he smiled brightly at me with his white teeth and said: Junior sister, we meet again! It's ridiculous. I thought why this person was so annoying and ignored him. In the following five years, he always appeared in front of me at the right time. When I encountered trouble in drawing or designing, he would appear; when I got lost during a company tour, he would appear; when in meetings, he would always sit around me... It's not that I am coquettish. I saw everything he did and was slightly touched, but I still rejected and pretended not to know. Especially when he invited me to dinner several times, I refused. Because I always have doubts about why he would help me. I have obvious flaws and am not even as good as an ordinary person. What on earth does he want to do? Why is he so nice to me and what is his purpose? Haha, everyone wants to know, how did I choose him? In these five years, time is the best proof. Little by little, he was like thin sunlight slowly penetrating into my sensitive, fragile and closed heart, and I gradually became accustomed to his existence, his voice and his shadow. For a while, he followed me home every day, watched me come in, then turned around and left. At first I felt very scared, but then I got used to it, and it lasted for two months, and then he suddenly gave up all actions and stopped looking for me, which hurt my self-esteem. But at that time, I made the wisest decision in my history: I took the initiative to go to him for the first time, invited him to dinner, and wanted to ask him what he meant? What I didn't expect was that through that conversation, which was our first meeting, we became a couple, and it was natural. We solved two major life events within a year. We only got married after two months of dating, and had a child a month later. At the end of the year, our son was born. At that time, many colleagues in the company didn't believe it and were not optimistic about us. Because he is so outstanding and a young cadre of the company, but I am really not worth mentioning. But now that we have been married for ten years, we are still in love, and there is no so-called seven-year itch. We have endless things to talk about. Even if I look at him and say nothing, he will show his white teeth and smile brightly. Every time I go for a walk, I will hug his arm tightly. I feel very happy! Do you know? Why did this happen? It was when I took the initiative to invite him to dinner that I knew the answer. It turned out that he had seen me once when I was in school. At that time, I had long hair and a long skirt. I was reading the information carefully in front of the window. He was sitting on the stone bench behind. At that time, he thought to himself that this girl had a good temperament and a good figure. But when I turned around, his heart skipped a beat and he felt it was such a pity! What he didn't expect was that two years later, I came to this company and met again by chance. The desire for protection arose spontaneously. After a few years of gradually getting in touch with me, he felt that I was a very smart girl. The things I designed had my own personality, and my temperament was very quiet, which made him feel very comfortable. So there were all kinds of actions later. In the end, he found that it was very hard for him to chase me, and he didn't know whether I liked him or not, so he gave up. But what he didn't expect was that I came to find him. In fact, I am writing this today to say that happiness is actually by your side. It is not far from you. Please don't refuse, don't give up, and you must seize the opportunity tightly. Thank you very much for writing such a good article, because this is the first time in the articles I have read in Jinjiangli that it focuses on the disadvantaged groups. In fact, they are the groups who need care and help the most. Their inner world is very rich and colorful, and they are also the people who desire love the most. A little care and action from you will bring amazing warmth and rewards, because their hearts are so delicate and pure. I also wish every woman in the world a happy life!

Dad, why don't you write anymore? What a pity.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so touching.

After many years, I found this book again, and I am so satisfied with it!

This is a very true story, like the hearts and thoughts of all young girls. Like this story very very very much.

This is simply an inspirational article about secret love. . .

Sometimes I can't help but cry when I read your articles... My younger brother is also an art candidate. I once criticized him harshly for not working hard. Today, I read your articles and I burst into tears. He was also suffering during those days when he was taking major exams in one city after another. Today I understand that I always criticized him and never thought about his feelings. I'm sorry for him, I'm not a good sister. Everyone has a dream, and in order to realize their dreams, they have to pay a lot of hardships that others don't know about. Thank you for teaching me how to be a good sister in the future.