In Momo's eyes, the things in the world are as white as clear and bright, and the day is as undercurrent.
When the rainy season comes, she still likes to walk alone in the quiet streets with an umbrella, but she no longer has that tranquility around her.
Life is like a question. There are many choices to be made. Life, work, emotions. Some things can only be single-choice questions, but most of them are multiple-choice questions. Ran Jing always wants to hand in a blank paper when she is very tired and collapsed. A quiet and peaceful person, but she can't avoid the throbbing in her memories.
All roads are round. Qiao Yang let go many years ago. It was admittedly a kind of escape. She chose it for her family and face. How did she know that her husband cheated on her just a few years after marriage. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were at odds. Her parents didn't understand. But when she was exhausted physically and mentally, the warmth from strangers came step by step and finally pushed away, so she was suppressed and restrained.
Qi Yu sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding the lazy cat named Momo in his arms, staring blankly at the traffic on the road and the people passing by. After many years of absence from her grandmother, the so-called mother thought it was because of her conscience that she rented this apartment for her, and paid her living expenses regularly every month. Maybe it was to make up for the debts of so many years or to buy some peace of mind. She was very generous in terms of money.
Qi Yu disdains these things. Surrounded by all kinds of men, as long as she smiles and moans, how can she be short of money?
The figure that flashed past in the sudden flow of people suddenly made her hands tighten. The sleeping cat in her arms woke up with pain, looked up at its owner with an unhappy face, and jumped away with a dissatisfied meow.
Her eyes dimmed, but the bitterness lingered in her heart. She knew that no one would love her, but she still lost her composure in front of everything familiar.
Intention: If the three views are inconsistent, it will eventually be wrong