When she was a child, walking on a trail in the mountains, her grandma picked a small wild flower from the roadside and inserted it into Jiang Qing's braid.
Grandma hugged Jiang Qing distressedly and said, "What a pitiful little boy without a father to care for him and a mother to teach him."
Jiang Qing is like a small wild flower, growing wildly.
But then I met a young man named Lu Jiang.
At that time, he treated her with verbal ridicule and physical and mental torture.
Later, Jiang Qing picked a small wild flower and put it behind her ear. She smiled and asked the boy behind her, "Do I look like this little wild flower? I look fragile but very strong."
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Jiang Qing, a good student who was working and going to school one day, met Lu Jiang, the top grader in the same school.
That guy was a good student in the eyes of the teacher in school, but outside of school he smoked, drank, fought, and hung out with gangsters.
Intention: While complaining about the world, you begin to understand life; when you hate each other, you see the difference in each other. Slowly understand and heal.