Let Me Heal You

Introduction What do you mean, am I a happy-looking person? No, I am a person who doesn't like to be happy and joyful. I like suffering and pain so that I can be grounded. I love to eat. I eat well every day, drink my favorite drinks, and eat what I like. Even if I have hyperlipidemia, I still continue to eat. Why? Why? Then why do you like smoking? Because of work requirements, because of fear of loneliness, and because of habit. Then why don't you quit? Because... Unhappy right? Yes, no one is willing to listen to my pain, no one will understand why I am angry, no one cares whether I work with high intensity, no one will understand the concept of being open all year round, and no one will waste time on something that is not beneficial. When I feel stressed, eating happily is what I do to relieve stress. Even if it will cost some of my money, even if it will make me unhealthy and die early, what is the meaning of living? Life is nothing more than cattle and horses. I'm surprised, can you still be unhappy if you are so rich? I used to think that I would be very happy if I had a car, a house and savings, but when I had everything, I found that I had become accustomed to being a machine, running constantly, and there was no ripple in the feeling of having money in my hands. Although I drove my dream car before the age of 30, I later found out that it was very troublesome, and it was not as practical as the battery car I used to drive. When you become the head of a household, you will find that there are endless water and electricity bills and neighborly relations. In my heart, the ideal life of picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan will starve me to death. The painful life now is equivalent to chronic suicide. If there is no motivation to keep making money, I will die soon because I will run out of food and ammunition. Therefore, the first step in adulthood is to learn loneliness, numbness, and patience. Hold on, make it through the day. However, I am almost out of spiritual nourishment, so if I keep eating like this, I don't need beauty, because I don't even love myself, so how can I love others? Just let me become a screw of society, rely on my parents, and complete the mission I came into this world. You are so kind Remember you don't need to be kind, unfeeling, cold-blooded, or selfish, so that you won't get into trouble. Why is your outlook on life mature beyond your years? Don't you know, I'm leaving. You want to be happy. (I can just let myself recall my painful life) Chapter 1 In the spring of March, spring flowers bloom, and it is the time when everything recovers and the temperature and humidity are most suitable. The breeze carries a warm breath, blowing the white magnolia tree, and the white petals on the tree float down in an arc with the wind, forming a beautiful scenery. Warm sunlight shines on the red bricks, and the two people lying under the tree lie lazily on the vibrant green lawn. It seems to be telling. Momo, congratulations on being admitted to graduate school, we are going to separate! I feel so sorry to leave you. Xuanxuan, it's okay, it's okay. I will be back soon. You should take good care of yourself during my absence! Forget him, remember, love yourself. Although you must catch up on your courses, you must not delay your graduation, but do not be discouraged. Next time we meet, I hope you can graduate successfully! Mo Mo, thank you for helping me when I was at my lowest point. I will definitely do it. My name is Zixuan, and my nickname is Xuanxuan. It's my 18th birthday this year, born in 1998. My family consists of my father, my mother, me and my brother, a simple family of four. Our family lives in a 180-square-meter house in a second-tier city. My father is an ordinary teacher in an ordinary middle school in City A, and my mother is a nurse in a corporate hospital. Time flies by like a flash, and seven years have passed in the blink of an eye. Many firsts have happened in this year. It was the first time I entered school. In order to train me, my parents sent me to a key primary school in City A. This was also the beginning of my nightmare. In the same year, my younger brother, Meng Liye, was born. My beautiful childhood was ruined. My mother is a feudal and thoughtless woman. In order to fulfill her so-called family responsibilities, she really wanted a son. After I was born, she desperately wanted a son, and her brother was born as she wished. Everyone in the family is happy for the birth of my younger brother. What am I going to do if I am left alone to entertain myself? Then watch TV. Look at the animal world, a wolf fight was shown on TV, and the wolf king unfortunately died in that battle to defend the territory. The wolf queen was pregnant and did not want to succumb to the new leader. She wanted to continue the bloodline of the old wolf king, so she left the wolf pack. After a long road, she met many partners, and finally met many wolves like herself. She became the wolf king in response to her bravery and wisdom. I am what my neighbors call a good girl, because my younger brother was just born and my parents were busy with work, so during the holidays I was not doing homework, but helping to take care of my younger brother when my parents were out. From that time on, my parents often said that your brother is younger than you, so you should take care of your brother and not cause trouble for the family. People should be sensible. I also always remember that seeing my parents busy every day and how exhausted they are when they come home, I can't bear to let them trouble themselves with their own affairs. Only I know that City A is really small. On the surface, the teachers care about the students, love and warm every student. In fact, in their eyes, students are scores and family backgrounds. Students with good grades will be moved to the front by the teacher to take care of them. Students with backgrounds will pay close attention to every detail so that good young talents like them will not suffer any injustice. And people like me, who have poor grades, don't care about things, and whose parents don't care about them, are usually the teachers' scapegoats. The most insulting thing I often hear teachers say is, without you being a drag, our class would be number one this time, and then they throw the papers on the ground. Because my grades were too poor, the teacher would break one of my teeth because I made too many mistakes in my homework. The smell of blood filled my mouth, causing me to vomit blood, which I swallowed silently. They would also go to the principal's office to expel me because of my poor grades. At that time, I knelt down and begged, and then I passed. He was teased by his classmates and locked up in the classroom. Afraid of worrying my parents, I crawled out of an unlocked window. The dark night seemed like there was no sunshine in my heart. I cried loudly in the silent night and shouted loudly into the night. Did I hurt someone because I couldn't keep up with my studies? Because I won't disturb anyone here. After crying, I wiped away my tears and smiled, okay, everything is over, tomorrow will be better. Don't let your parents worry, go home. Purpose: Healing