"What does it feel like when the wind blows on your face?"
"Hmm... He Xu, are you comfortable?"
"It's death."
By the time Peng Ranzhi understood the meaning of this conversation, she had returned to her hometown for nearly ten years and was indeed about to die like the wind.
At that time, she only thought that the landlady was comparing herself to the wind. She never thought that one day she would fly away, and in the future, she would sometimes be hit by thunderstorms, and sometimes the wind would be as warm as cotton wool. She would never be as elegant and quiet as the landlady.
I just thought of the calmness in the boss's wife's words at that time. She didn't want to admit that she was just one of the thousands of scenery she blew by. Even though the wind had no destination, she also wanted to keep that wisp of fragrance, even if it was just a wisp.
It shouldn't be calm, it should be dead silence - when she thought about it, she was often angry and powerless, so she could only continue to ride the wind and experience as much as possible the scenery that the boss's wife had seen before.
Intention: Extreme sadness, extreme happiness, every process is the only way in life, I hope you can enjoy it instead of being numb.