Chen Xiaoman's entire world was once a small town called Qinghe Town. Until fate uprooted her and threw her into the coldness and noise of the city. The death of a close relative, campus bullying, betrayal of trust... The successive blows left her completely broken, and she finally escaped back to her grandma and the old canteen, dragging her suitcase.
The town is still the same, the canteen is still the same, and the grandma guarding the shop is still silent. She clumsily learned to weigh things and settle accounts, dealing with the gossip of her neighbors. The sharp pain seemed to be quietly blunted by the trivial fireworks day after day.
Healing is a lonely journey. There is no savior from heaven, the only hero is herself. It's the always-warm rice on grandma's stove, the fresh fruits and vegetables stuffed into the neighbor's basket, and the excitement when she gets her first income through sweat. These simplest things have become her needlework to repair herself.
When the shadow of the past approached again unwillingly, she found that she was no longer the girl who could only tremble. This time, she stood on her own land, with the fireworks of the entire town behind her.
——This is the self-reconstruction history of an ordinary girl. # Reality to Healing #marketplace fireworks #small town group portrait #female growth #CP
Intention: People will eventually get out of trouble on their own, and ordinary daily life itself is the greatest healing power