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Until many years after leaving school.
Before getting that belated apology. What lingers in Shu Yuan's memory is the dark equipment room and warehouse in her boyhood, the door that was always "accidentally" locked, the slaps that received no response - and the looks and jokes that the so-called classmates looked at her and thought were harmless. She remembered it for many years.
But God's favor for her was probably only one thing.
That was when she got her wish and married the man who stood up for her, opened the warehouse door for her, and sheltered her from the wind and rain.
The story of Cinderella and the prince has always been common.
Even she herself had always thought that her marriage to Jiang Cheng was only due to the latter's compassion and fulfillment.
Only Jiang Cheng knows.
The person who really held the kite string from beginning to end was actually Shu Yuan.
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When she was young, she was like a round orange, sometimes slightly sweet and sometimes bitter. He often plays with it and handles it, finding it amusing and full of meaning. Never thought that he would taste the real sourness after falling into her hands many years later.
He loved her to the point of tears.
Vulgar and ignorant. Just like she did back then.
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"Winter Night Reply" copywriting:
Every graduation season, classmate records are always a hot seller.
So when she graduated from high school, Xie Lin also bought a copy at the instigation of her younger brothers and handed it out to others to fill in. After the lunch break, I quickly received a stack of filled-in "reply letters."
However, among the many girls who expressed their love, there was only one who was particularly ignorant. In the message column, he wrote: "Xie Lin, I wish you a bright future in your studies and a bright future."
The words are earnest to the point of being comically earnest.
He immediately took out the list of classmates, crumpled it and threw it into the trash can.
The student on duty who was responsible for taking out the garbage was named Chi Xue. He cleaned the garbage very cleanly that day.
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God is wise, he has failed to meet high expectations, and his future is indeed not promising.
Instead, he stepped into the quagmire. Huang Liang has had a dream for nearly ten years. He resigned from the police force and lived in a dilapidated public housing building. An old injury relapsed in the middle of the night, and I had to brave the heavy snow to seek help from the shabby little clinic downstairs across the street.
The desk lamp in the room flickered on and off, and the doctor who was filling in medical records at his desk raised his face, looking calm and sober. Seems like I've seen it somewhere.
"Name?" She asked him.
"... Xie Lin."
The room quickly became silent until the only sound left was the scratching of the pen tip on the page.
He suddenly said: "You actually know this is the solution."
She made a move.
Suddenly he looked at each other blankly. However, Xie Lin's expression was still silent, with a slight frown.
Ten years later, she still felt ashamed in his eyes.
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"His eyes suddenly fell on the blue vase on the desk in front of him.
The vase was empty. For the first time in years, it was empty on his birthday. No flower arrangements. He was horrified: it seemed as if an invisible door was suddenly opened, and the cold draft blew into his quiet room from another world.
He felt death, he felt immortal love. "
——Stephen Zweig, "Letter from a Strange Woman"
Intention: Love makes her a better self.
