My name is Qi Ming.
A child who was held in the palm of his hand by his parents and was afraid of falling, and was afraid of melting in his mouth.
Yi Yao and I have known each other since childhood.
Her mother always cursed at her, and the one who cursed the most was money-losing goods.
I want to help Yi Yao.
She needs my help.
I live in light, so I think the world is light.
Because at that time I didn't understand the dark world Yi Yao was in.
Then Yi Yao got sick. In my opinion, this is not a cold and fever, but that kind of disease.
In my eyes, Yi Yao is just like her mother, and the behaviors Yi Yao made are inconsistent with the three views constructed by my world.
"No matter how thirsty a swallow is, it won't drink the dirty water on the ground, and a decent person won't beg for food if he breaks his hands and feet. You all deserve it!"
On that day a year ago, I said something like this to Yi Yao at the seaside.
In the end, I was like Yi Yao's classmates at school, who only looked at the results and never considered the reasons. Everyone thought that she was a disorderly life.
I only saw Yi Yao squeezing the medicine on Tang Xiaomi's face, and Yi Yao turned a blind eye to all the bullying he suffered at school, let alone came forward.
In my eyes, all her acts of resisting oppression were unreasonable. At that time, I felt that it was nothing more than the word'deserved '.
At this time, Gu Senxiang came into my life.
She is so clean and pure.
I realize.
We are the same kind of people.
