Smiling Like Flowers in the Dimly Lit Place

On the streets of Guangzhou, Ai Xiaojia held hands with her friend Qiu, wearing bracelets and necklaces made of white magnolia around their necks and hands. The elegant and beautiful flowers decorated the two's flying youth, spreading fragrance and laughter all the way. "This 217 is crazy again. It's been half an hour and he's still not here?" Ai Xiaojia led her son Doudou to look up in the cold wind. "Mom, Mom! I miss you, please don't leave and just watch me from above, okay?" The three-year-old son pursed his lips, his eyes full of tears, grievance, worry and reluctance. Ai Xiaojia's heart was cut into pieces. "My dear, I'm waiting for you to come back and bring my spring back!" "Marry me. Although I can't give you a luxurious life, I can give you a stable home. I will repay you for the rest of my life!" "Fuck you, I————" "You are really capable and know how to curse. Let's see how your parents educate you!" "Divorce, resolutely divorce!" "If you let him take care of the children at home, why do you let him go out? Let him hold it in at home!" The mother-in-law said loudly and opened the door deliberately. "Mom, please lower your voice or close the door!" "Why, what did you do to someone you couldn't see? What are you afraid of?" "Ai Xiaojia, let me tell you, if it weren't for my son, why would I know you Ai Xiaojia? What does my relationship with you have to do with it? I do it for my son!" The blue sky is like a gem, warm and deep, without any variegation. The surrounding high mountains are covered with white and blue snow, and there is silence between heaven and earth. Ai Xiaojia walked blankly in the snowy wilderness, tears flowing freely. I don't know how much time passed, but when Ai Xiaojia's soul returned to her body, she felt her eyes were swollen and stinging. She couldn't help but smile bitterly, remembering a lyric, "The wind has dried up the tears!" What a talent, has the lyricist ever had such a sad experience? "Thousands of years of reincarnation are all caused by love, right and wrong, love is always empty. Busy and busy, I am a guest, bustling and bustling, and I can't rest. The wishful treasures are stained with dust, and the clear mind is stained with dirt. The sound of spring thunder rises from the ground, and you only know when you wake up that you have traveled to a foreign land. Life is short and wasted, and the years grow long and regretful..." Ai Xiaojia stared blankly at the man in red walking away, her mind filled with the sound of nature that penetrated her heart. Suddenly Ai Xiaojia chased after him crazily. The beautiful and refined, elegant and intellectual Ai Xiaojia has experienced ups and downs in her marriage. The years have been ruthless like a knife, carving a poetic girl into a sad housewife lost in life. She wanders in the day and night with heart-wrenching humility. The trivial life permeates all the days. Right and wrong, grudges and grudges crowd out the tranquility and spirituality in the heart. Dreams and longings become the moon in the mirror. Where will Ai Xiaojia go? How far is it from home to work? Can the road of entrepreneurship usher in tomorrow? When all kinds of relationships are blooming one by one in life, smiling or showing teeth, can Ai Xiaojia, who is surrounded by many people, still be able to usher in her own happiness?