Qi Zhi: schizophrenia patient Yan Zhuo: Professor Wen Run
Qi Zhi met Yan Zhuo again after a chance encounter on the street, eleven years later.
Qi Zhi's condition was really bad at that time, and there was a possibility of her schizophrenia relapsing, because the death of her mother brought back unpleasant memories of her childhood.
Yan Zhuo's appearance was short-lived. After the class reunion, they had little contact. Qi Zhi returned to Paris due to work reasons. She thought it was a good time she had stolen, and she couldn't be greedy.
But two years later, they met again.
Qi Zhi was sent to a mental hospital by her father for schizophrenia, which was euphemistically called "recuperation." This resulted in her four years in college being vacant. When Qi Zhi's personal doctor confirmed that there was no problem, Qi Zhi returned to China to study in college.
"Classmate, why are you late?"
Qi Zhi pushed the brim of his baseball cap down and replied in a deep voice: "Sorry, professor, there's a traffic jam on the road."
"Please stay after class."
Okay, I can't hide it anymore...
Qi Zhi was afraid of maintaining a relationship, so she chose to reject Yan Zhuo's confession to her at the graduation ceremony of junior high school. But she had been deceiving herself for so many years, and her self-enclosed barrier fell apart when Yan Zhuo appeared.
From the moment Yan Zhuo broke into her world almost domineeringly, she couldn't deceive herself anymore.
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Qi's mother is a madman, and Qi's father's identity is not simple either. Qi Zhi, who walked out of the unknown fire at the eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age party, truly realized that something was wrong.
Since she is a madman, she should take advantage of this and personally end the shackles that bind her throughout her life.
"Fuori c'è qualcuno che amo, e voglio stare con lui per sempre."
Qi Zhi's throat was burned by the smoke, and his usually elegant voice was tainted with weakness, but was branded with unquestionable determination.
In the flames, she raised her hand, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger.
"La geografia ti aspetta, padre."
She was a graceful figure in the firelight of a high-rise building, tongues of flames clinging to her red makeup. She jumped from the top floor, running towards rebirth.
From now on, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and the seas and rivers are clear.
An An doesn't write be.
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This is the story of a crazy little poor man who spent more than 20 years in the fire and finally understood everything with his own hands.
It is also a story of a secret love for more than ten years.
Idea: Just a hug, she has been thinking about it for more than ten years