If everyone were a figurative daily necessities, what would you be?
Book, piano, car, window, or a sharp knife? And where will this knife stab, the heart? Neck? Or the wrist?
He scratched and pulled the skin with the knife, leaving only red marks on the fair skin. Repeatedly rubbing it, red beads oozed out. Obviously, the knife Leng Xia used was wrong. He shouldn't be cheap, so he went to the two-yuan store and bought a fruit knife for 1.50 Yuan. The repeated brushing of the blade on the skin kept amplifying Leng Xia's inner anxiety, which had already taken over her heart of wanting to die at that time, and her disgust for the world was swallowed up bit by bit by the anxiety. Leng Xia looked at her bleeding wrist and shrugged, "It failed again."
Because he is a boy, he can take his father's last name. Because he is a boy, he can enjoy different treatment from his cousins. Li Yinchu enjoys the unconditional favor of his family. He constantly challenges authority and breaks the rules in his own life, knowing that there are people behind him who will help him. When he was confined at home by his father, he relied on not eating or drinking to let his grandma speak for him, and he walked out of the house swaggering, "We succeeded again."
Leng Xia felt like a cactus, struggling to survive in a barren and dry environment. Li Yinchu also felt like a cactus. Someone seemed to have turned into a thorn to help resist the outside world, and he could live a better life.
So when a cactus meets a cactus, is it like competition or opposites attract?
Intention: No matter how hard you try, you can still live in this sad world.