Am I really bad?
When Ju Yiheng was beaten to the point of self-doubt by his mother, Tian Yuge asked him: "Do you know what kind of person you are in my eyes?"
What kind of person is he?
"When I first saw you, I thought, wow, you are such a clean person. Then you said sorry to me, and I thought this person was very polite. I led you, and you followed me awkwardly, which made me feel so refreshed. The day you secretly followed me in the supermarket, I thought this person was so stupid, and you didn't know you were exposed. Then that day, when you stuffed a mango into my arms as a thank you, I felt this person was so warm, and it's great to have such a person in the world!"
A few years later.
"Am I so unworthy of your trust?"
Tian Yuge, who endured stomach pain and was hospitalized because she didn't want to spend money on medical treatment, faced Ju Yiheng's sad questioning. She had the words in her heart but didn't say them out.
"I..." My illness is not that important. My life, old age, illness and death are actually not that important! Because she is useless and achieves nothing. She really couldn't say these words at this moment when she made him sad.
Finally, Ju Yiheng told her: "A flower blooming is a process, and now is just a stage in the future. After the flower blooms, when you look back, you may find that the delicate buds are the achievements of life to the sleeping seeds."
In the future, when Tian Yuge faced fans who exposed her shortcomings, she proudly responded: "Maggots and butterflies, you know how to choose."
She wanted to choose the butterfly herself.
Faced with the secret forces who wanted to bully her online, she said: "My roommate helped me quarrel with people online, the school was also under the pressure of being questioned, as well as my readers who were scolded for no reason, and Ju Yiheng's fans who chose to support me. For these people, I shouldn't be so quietly reclusive."
"Please let me bring you a bouquet to celebrate your sight of the fireworks. They are so gorgeous when they bloom, just because there are flowing tracks in the dark night.
Please let me sing you a poem to celebrate your vision of the future. It shines like light when it exists, just because we have it at this moment, maybe, maybe, can.
Today, my eyes are filled with beautiful flowers. Here, I invite you to hold the flower branches with bare hands. "
Intention: growth