——There will inevitably be troubles in growing up, but no matter how thick the haze is, it will be dispelled by the youth's perseverance.
If you don't say the name, you can't just pick it up. Good luck, good luck. Adding "pick up" in front seems to be in jeopardy.
Jian Haoyun's "good luck" suddenly collapsed on his eighth birthday. The good luck slipped away so easily without even saying "goodbye" to him, followed by another piece of bad news.
It's not that bad luck didn't come one after another, it's that he had nothing left to lose, except for a house of more than 50 square meters left by himself and his mother.
Although I am still young, I have understood early on what "cannot force" means - you cannot keep those you want to keep, and there is nothing in the world that cannot be lost.
Until Meng Shi's sudden intrusion made him feel that good luck could be picked up bit by bit.
He said:
"I don't know what good luck is, but I know it wouldn't be good luck if every student Xiaoming opened it and said "One more bottle."
"Everything that "belongs" to us in this world will be lost at the end of life, but sooner or later. But I don't think we should let fate take it. Every effort we make to not lose it is to strive for the occurrence of "good luck."
"Good luck is accumulated, but sometimes it is unpredictable; but Jian Haoyun is an objective existence born as a symbol of good luck. By coincidence, he is in front of me now."
Motto: Every time you clench your hands, you are grabbing good luck