"I - in short, a cliché but not so cliché heroine. I am vulgar, because my life experience is very similar to the old heroine, 'domestic violence father, cowardly mother, struggling woman'. But not that vulgar, because I jumped out of the old routine and became a rich woman through my own efforts. In short, I changed from the old heroine to a new heroine." Jian Yan always thought so before attending the high school reunion.
Until attending a high school reunion, an old classmate's casual words changed the direction of the story.
"Hey, Boss Jian, how is the person you were talking about in high school doing now? Are you still talking about him? You were so deeply in love at that time." The old classmate across from him had a teasing smile on his face.
Jian Yan was a little confused for a moment, "A partner? Why doesn't she remember that she had a date in high school? At that time, she spent all her energy to get good grades, so how could she have time to find a partner? And if she remembers correctly, she is still single now, right? When did she have a date?"
Perhaps the confusion on Jian Yan's face was too obvious, which made her old classmate confused for a moment, and she hit the person next to her with her elbow. "I must remember correctly, I talked to Boss Jian in high school. I think his name was Wen."
"Wen Jingxing." "Yes, yes, Wen Jingxing, I thought the name sounded pretty nice at the time."
"Wen Jingxing." As soon as the name came out, Jian Yan felt as if he had been hit hard on the head and became confused. He forgot how he dealt with the old classmates' gossip, and how he got home. It wasn't until he closed the door and sat on the sofa that Jian Yan slowly came to his senses.
"I seem to have forgotten something." Jian Yan suddenly woke up, rushed into the room, and took out the diary from high school. On the yellowed paper, she wrote down everything she had forgotten.
In the diary, there are the four seasons of those years, that alley, that road, that valley... Everything about them. Thinking of all the simple words, I feel like crying without tears. Because she discovered that the script she took was neither a script for a young white flower nor a script for a heroine, but a bloody sadomasochistic love script.
Intention: If possible, you must love yourself well.