Summary version:
She is a noble of the empire. She has lived on the main star since she was a child. She has never been to remote galaxies. She was once a scholar at the institute. She also worked as an advisory secretary in the military region and married her first love at Imperial University.
There were twists and turns in the relationship. She shed tears for him, he was hurt for her, and they were jealous of each other's ambiguity, but they finally entered the palace of marriage. She retreated into the background to do social services, and she gave birth to a lovely child.
Flawless, the benchmark of the Empire.
But Lin Yuanyou felt something was wrong.
She didn't know why a noble lady would write a hidden secret letter when writing poetry, criticizing the current ills;
I don't know why the lady has multiple private interstellar low-cost flight records, and even only has a backup brain computer instead of a cloud brain.
I don't even know why the noble lady feels that her child is becoming more and more strange, as if in an instant, he suddenly looks more like herself or his father.
She knew no one except the man she called her husband.
But she was also wondering why she had to stay at home for this man.
She decided to start with the inference that she wasn't sick.
Literary version:
Her journey is like a distant star, carrying the wind, snow, smoke and dust along the way, separated by endless light years and the coldness of the universe.
Her future is staggering, like a bamboo that has blossomed, beautiful and broken, but still maintaining its proud figure and its frosty integrity.
She once wore a brocade dress and walked along the road of stagnant water on the left bank of the sea of flowers and the right bank. Later, she took off her boots and stepped barefoot on the ice. Relying on the remaining warmth in her chest, she deviated from the original path inch by inch and explored this land inch by inch.
It's as if you are looking for a volcano that is about to erupt in the ice and snow, and kiss your chapped lips on a piece of volcanic rock.
That's all.
This is Lin Tuotuo.
Jiang Chen, this is the vastness of the forest that you have not understood in all these years.
You think you understand her, you think she is a young and graceful girl, a talented poet, a secretary with outstanding ability, and a wife who can live in an IKEA home.
That's just what she wants you to see.
She chases the light and pretends to be what you like.
Intention: Even flowers covered with dust can awaken into firewood