"Shen Qinghe, your mother just doesn't want you anymore!"
"My mother said she was the one who killed your father!"
"We don't want to play with Shen Qinghe, my mother said it's bad luck!"
Shen Qinghe: "It's not like this, it's not like that..." Shen Qinghe cried so hard that he was out of breath. He opened his eyes and looked around before realizing that it was a dream.
A dream I haven't had in a long time.
I picked up my phone and saw several unread messages:
Ji Nanfeng: "My deskmate, are you angry?"
"No, I did those reading comprehensions very seriously. I did it again. Look (a photo)"
"Don't they all say that the results are not important, but the process is important?"
"Bring you a small cake tomorrow?"
"Are you falling asleep? The cakes are no longer attractive."
"Qinghe, my deskmate, good night, see you tomorrow."
Shen Qinghe: "... I accidentally fell asleep, Ji Nanfeng, good night."
Looking at the milk on the desk, everything is over and I am very happy now.
Intention: hope, growth.