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I wrote many suicide notes, and my pillow was wet with tears many nights, and it became more and more strange, but I still had to learn to be "happy" in front of others, because no one understood.

I hope that when you grow up, you can still remember that it was me who gave you red beans. I left Guangdong and took a boat to another place, but someone was still in Guangzhou, waiting for the woman named Jing Shu.