My mother was quarreling with her alcoholic father. The torn-down house was filled with cotton wool that they had torn apart. In this space, only the cotton wool was unfettered and free to move around.
How many bowls and chopsticks would have to be sacrificed before this quarrel would end? She licked her fingers and thought back to the last few quarrels. She smiled. Maybe the remaining bowls and chopsticks wouldn't even be enough to make up a meal. Looking at the sink in the distance, the water pipes in disrepair are dripping feebly to break the dead silence.
She stood up, pulled up her skirt, and unfolded her body that had been curled up for a long time, making her feel that her body was out of control.
Looking around, June is full of life, June is green and sunny, June is crowded with people, but in this basement, the abyss will swallow up the light, and only the sea breeze carries the moisture in the nose, bringing a sense of impending decay.
My name is Jiang Younian. My father gave me my name when I was born. As a continuation of their love, he hopes to love his mother year after year. When I learned the meaning of my name, at a very young age, I understood that love is conditional. Only if the material conditions are stable and there are no worries around me, loving you will be eternal. Just like in textbooks, English theorems are all in the present tense, because the state will not change, dad will always love mom, and the sun will always set in the west and rise in the east. It's not that I haven't seen love before. There are additions and changes between love and non-love.
Purpose: Love makes us better people