Before Ye Hongjing was 16 years old, she had a very clear goal in life, which was silly music.
It's a pity that in life, you can never do whatever you want.
On the day she turned 16, Ye Hongjing was sleeping. Her mother came up to her, kissed her, and murmured a few words before she and her father went out in the car and never returned.
Ye Hongjing couldn't remember what her mother said.
Her parents died at a time when she still didn't understand that the world was not very warm. Ye Hanjing personally felt like she had just gotten up and been slapped with a brick in the face. She was forced to experience the desolate, lonely, helpless, and overwhelmed state in a ignorant way. She gradually understood that just crying and making trouble, beating small walls and smashing small windows, in the end, she had to wipe her own tears, apply medicine by herself, smash the windows of her own house to prevent wind and rain, and smash the windows of others. There was a risk of getting into trouble with the glass, so I suddenly woke up from the tangled feelings of the literary youth, and moved forward bravely in the desolation. Perhaps I had lingering fears about the years of literary youth, so I overcorrected, and also Perhaps because she lacked the sincerity and kindness of the previous generation of revolutionary predecessors, on her 22nd birthday, she had some free time and reflected on herself, and she was surprised to realize that she had grown into an unconventional young woman.
This article does not have a tight plot, so if you are willing to come in, please bear with me.
It seems that in many previous chapters, everyone is singing: "Where is the hero, where is the hero~~"
Facts have initially proved that there will be bread and milk, comrades.