Jinnian City Injury: to Our Cup That Has Nowhere to Put It

This article is being overhauled due to the author's poor writing skills. He is not a eunuch. Please stay tuned~~~~~~~~~ Under the foreign sky, in this city where it is difficult to express a sense of belonging, when love carries ideals and wanders all the way, what is the most beautiful posture of love? If there is no naked love in a naked marriage, and no flash marriage, can we touch the texture of happiness with our fingertips that stick to our feelings? ☆Graduation was about to happen, and she was heartbroken. On the 101st day she met him online, she immediately killed him: "Let's meet at our wedding!" A dull and devoted second-generation otaku, a young and frivolous little willful ruffian, the struggle for love between two people born in the 1980s is destined to be a journey of displacement. ☆And the rich second generation who appeared on the road of love, an irresistible man, made a silent appearance in her life. Faced with the sudden fate and the worthless gold medal around her, which one is the happiness she should hold on to in her fleeting years? In this city, we have been working hard to take root and sprout here. We are suffering for the hard dreams in our hearts. We are deprived of family affection by time, and are taken away from life by overtime work. Children and parents also pay the price of being left behind and being waited for. However, we did not expect that in the end, you will find out in a very bloody way: It turns out that you are just a hydroponic plant. Our roots cannot sink into the dust and mud of this city that we love and hate at the same time. But when we look back at this city that we have been with day and night for several years and has silently collected our love, hate and youth, we have already burst into tears and cannot forget it. In other people's cities, can we reap the happiness of loving and being loved? Under a sky without a sense of belonging, should we flee or continue to hold on? This is a serious false proposition in life... This article is dedicated to those born in the 1980s and 1990s who are struggling for their ideals, and also to my sad and sweet past years. Please pay attention to: the true love records of grassroots men and women at the bottom of first-tier cities, thank you!