Teacher Yu Hua once said that the departure of a loved one is not a heavy rain, but the long humidity of this life. I am trapped in this humidity. It is the empty kitchen in the morning and the dark window when I return home at night. In every calm day, there are violent storms.
"What's wrong with you baby?"
"I'm not happy"
"Why?"
"Because I feel like you don't treat me as a relative"
"Stupid baby, you have become my hand-picked family a long time ago"
Intention: In the eyes of others, I am a difficult book to understand, but I secretly left you a page of the simplest pictures.