Her father loves gambling, her mother is sick, her brother is in school, and she is broken. I don’t know her name. The first time I saw her, she was standing in front of me carrying a small box. It just rained in Shenzhen in March. , making people feel a bit cool, she just stood there obediently, looking directly at me with tender eyes, I have never experienced such personal tenderness, when I asked her to come over At that moment, she held my hand with a hint of shyness. Perhaps because the night was so charming, I actually felt a little moved.

In that dimly lit small room, we chatted from elementary school to middle school, from classmates to colleagues. Tenderness flooded you and me like a tide. I hope this moment will last forever, and I hope she can belong to me forever.

She is a delicious white flower. I touch her beauty with my own hands, but I cannot pick up her imperfections. I think she must be free, and no external object can restrain her existence. I just cherish her fate, which is great. In her youthful years, she was burdened with heavy responsibilities. She had a gambling father and a younger brother who was less than one year old. She should not have been responsible for all of this.

I want to take her away, take her away from this place, to a place without worries and pain, just us, only happiness.

It's just that I underestimated her stubbornness. In the hazy night, she rejected my kindness, and I only realized it later. After all, she is a flower planted in a flowerpot. Whether it blooms or withers, nothing can be decided by the wind. At this moment, I realized that what I was washing was not the feet but the mud of walking in the world. The only thing I could do was to help her from time to time #(good)