Travel. Return

If it lasts long enough, the gentle wind will turn into a sharp blade, turning the rocks into dust; the gentle water can penetrate all obstacles and be invincible. If it lasts long enough, the memories will fade away little by little, no matter how passionate, joyful and painful they were at the beginning. Similarly, if given enough time, those ideas that have been tempered over time will gradually shine and become classics. ——"The Little Monk's Porridge Restaurant" Release the abstention and anger I am Ling Weiran, "Ling" is the "Ling" of "messy"; "Wei" is the "wei" of "maybe"; "Ran" is the "ran" of "indifferent". If the time is long enough, if the time without consciousness is long enough, then I will definitely choose to indulge in it with enjoyment. But I woke up after all. With the development of modern technology, I came back from the dead. Those white walls, quilts, and beds; those people in white clothes and hats; and an electrocardiogram that makes an annoying sound. I know that this kind of place is called a hospital, the place where I am is called the ward, and the person underneath me is called the bed. But why am I in this place and what's wrong with me? I have no way of knowing, my empty head cannot search for any information. Later, it wasn't until someone took me out of the hospital that I gradually understood. It turns out that I was involved in a car accident while driving with my family during the New Year. This was a tragic "disaster". I was the only survivor among the four of us. Then I inherited the inheritance and at the same time, lost my memory. My only remaining memory tells me that my name is Ling Weiran, I am 17 years old, and I am a woman who likes women. After recuperating for a period of time in that strange big house that became my home, I packed up my things, transferred a large amount of money to my bank card and ran away. Before I left, I went to a small barber shop on the old street to get a new haircut, making my already short hair even shorter. I said to the mirror in the corner: The past is gone, and I am no longer lazy to look for the lost memories. Perhaps what I long for most is a new life. Although I don't know what will happen to me in the future, who I will meet, and what things I will face, I will definitely do what I decide. No matter what, the new area is the starting point of a new beginning. After all, I can only bless myself silently. The journey, the scenery, along the way, will always return. Where you come from, where you go back.