In the first year of high school, a poor student came into a class full of dandies. His pair of white-washed canvas shoes looked out of place among the crowd of AJs.
Reality knocked him into the dust and trampled on the soles of his feet, but it gave him a sense of pride.
I witnessed his neither humbleness nor arrogance in the face of unfair exclusion, his independence in the face of cynicism, and his perseverance in adversity. I fell in love with his poverty and unconventionality, as well as his alienation from others thousands of miles away.
And I offered to support him when he was at his most miserable.
I remember that when I was in my senior year of high school, I faced the principal who had taken away his recommended spot. He was intimidating and yelling at me, but he kept pressing him every step of the way. He didn't bow his head when he was rumored to be completely injured in his freshman year. He didn't bow his head when he was sent to a remote rural hospital for internship with no hope of future. However, he bowed to me on the night when his "first girlfriend" was admitted to the ICU.
I will never forget the unwillingness, humiliation, self-deprecation, depression, and even resentment in his eyes at that time.
This academic tyrant of the clinical school, who has always had strong self-esteem, was cold and arrogant, was a top student in the provincial college entrance examination, but at this moment he finally lost to the poverty of the world. After all, he bowed to me, the rich girl he once scorned.
It's just that he doesn't know that from the moment he agreed to me, people in this world can slander me, insult me, laugh at me, belittle me, and despise me, but how can they deceive him? Try it?
Intention: May you and I find a young man who chases the light and walks with you in the time when we have hope in our hearts and stars in our eyes.