People always say that my reincarnation was extremely good - I was born into a family of ministers of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Within a few years, my unruly mother also died, my father married a gentle second wife, and my brother was also named on the gold medal list not long after. I think I am indeed lucky.
"A scholar dies for his bosom friend without any resentment or regret." This is what my mother said most often. At that time, our family was living in the desert, and I once asked my mother, "Who are the scholars? Why can they make a confidant willing to die without any regrets?" My mother did not answer a word at that time. She just sat next to me and touched my head and said softly: "Yaoyao is still young. You will understand later."
Time flies, even after seven years, I understand the meaning of this sentence, but I can't find the answer my mother said. Is there anyone in this world who is really willing to die for a close friend?
"Ali, my father wants to discuss something important with you." Perhaps my brother and I never thought at that time that that conversation would change the trajectory of our lives...
Concept: The rise of female consciousness
