Sister, a weak girl will not be weak forever

In an ordinary house in the city, a 15-year-old girl sat by the window, staring blankly at the busy traffic outside.

She often wanted to jump off and end her young and fresh life.

Why did her parents quarrel more and more fiercely after her high school entrance examination, and they even got into a fight, and her father sent her mother to the hospital?

Why does mom say dad is a gambler who goes out to whore for a long time, but dad says mom is a prostitute?

Why did a family that was clearly happy and happy before become so riddled with holes and dilapidated?

……

Young girls don’t understand and don’t want to understand.

She shook her head vigorously. Everything that happened was fake. Her parents lied to her. Yes, they were all liars.

The girl was talking to herself like she was dreaming.

Severe pain hit her, and she hurriedly covered her heart.

It hurts, it hurts, it’s so uncomfortable!

Suddenly, the girl's thin shoulders began to shake slowly, and tears kept falling down.

After crying for a while, she wiped away her tears and walked into the bathroom. Her eyes were red like a sad rabbit.

She trotted around and walked into the kitchen, skillfully heated a pot and heated oil, and made herself a fragrant lard and egg fried rice.

The delicious steaming rice entered her stomach, which temporarily isolated her from her troubles, and she seemed to feel less painful.

However, when she looked at the egg fried rice with distinct grains, she shed tears uncontrollably, and the tears dripped down her cheeks into the bowl.

This egg fried rice was something her mother taught her to make.

"Weiwei, today mom will teach you how to make egg fried rice." Bai Wei, with a loving look on her face, patiently taught Su Ruowei, who had just entered junior high school.

"Well, Mom, I will listen carefully." Su Ruowei looked cute.

"You're so good. First, heat the pan and put the lard in it..."

……

Surgery Department, Xihai Central Hospital.

Su Ruowei came in with a lunch box and saw her mother Bai Wei lying on the bed with a bruised nose and swollen face.

"Mom, I'm here to bring you food." Su Ruowei spoke carefully, her heart aching.

"Well, let's leave it here." Bai Wei said lightly.

Seeing Su Ruowei standing there in a daze and not leaving, Bai Wei said impatiently: "Why don't you leave?"

"Mom, I want to stay and take care of you." Su Ruowei pleaded with tears in her eyes.

"Go away, you little bastard, you have the same virtue as your father. If it weren't for you, I would have divorced him." Bai Wei stared at Su Ruowei fiercely.

Su Ruowei covered her face and ran out of the hospital in tears.

Three years ago, Bai Wei was a kind and gentle mother. Later, when Su Ruowei was in the second grade of junior high school, she began to slowly become hysterical. Now she curses Su Ruowei at every turn.

Night falls, and the stars are shining.

When Su Ruowei heard the cursed door opening outside, she quickly hid in the room and huddled under the quilt.

Su Xiangdong opened the door and stumbled in, knocking over tables and chairs, and kept cursing.

“Where have all the people died, and where are the vegetables?”

Su Xiangdong opened the lid of the pot, and an angry voice came over.

Su Ruowei was shivering while hiding under the quilt.

"Crack, bang, bang..." The sound of pots and pans being smashed and thrown around.

Although Su Ruowei was afraid of Su Xiangdong who was in a drunken and crazy state, she still trembled and got out of the quilt, opened the door and walked out.

"Dad...I'm here to cook for you." Su Ruowei said with a trembling voice.

Su Xiangdong slowly approached the girl with angry eyes, while Su Ruowei pressed against the wall.

"Just like your mother, don't be shameless and go cook." Su Xiangdong pointed at the girl in the corner with an angry expression on her face, as if she wanted to eat someone.

The smell of alcohol almost made Su Ruowei faint.

Su Ruowei endured the nausea and discomfort and kept nodding in fear: "Okay, I'll go cook for dad."

After quickly preparing the meal, she came out and found that Su Xiangdong had fallen asleep on the sofa, snoring loudly one after another.

At this time, her hanging little heart slowly relaxed, and Su Xiangdong would turn into a father who smiled at her after waking up.

She returned to her room, picked up her phone, and logged into the Blue and White Pen Pal website.

She learned about this website a year ago. She had an account that had been registered for a year. She did not post any news and was just a quiet bystander.

She found that the pen pals in it came from all over the world. They chatted about everything, and most of them seemed to be sincere and friendly.

Blue and White Pen Pal focuses on sincere friendship, making friends through letters, slow pace and steady flow. There are currently two modes: online writing and offline writing.

Su Ruowei has been introverted and shy since she was a child. In junior high school, she became even more withdrawn and autistic due to her parents' relationship. She dared not talk to others in real life. She didn't have a single good friend and only had only casual acquaintances with her classmates.

Whenever she sees children with loving parents or classmates with lots of friends, she is envious. She also longs for someone to listen to her voice, her pain, and share happiness with each other.

Her mother's curses and her father's rage all brought deep fear to her at a young age, which was rooted deep in her heart and could not be eradicated.

As she thought about it, her tears suddenly flowed out uncontrollably like a flood, dripping onto the girl's white skirt, and then disappeared, turning into a puddle of water that cooled her skin.

Feeling the wetness and coldness on her legs, the girl curled up and hugged herself tightly, as she had no one to love or care for her.

Only you can give yourself comfort, only you can give yourself love.

Finally, tired of crying, she made a painful and tangled decision.

She decided to publish her mental journey online, hoping that someone would resonate with her emotionally, but also afraid of being maliciously attacked and ridiculed by others.

However, she has nothing now and is not afraid of anything.

She wrote a long letter seriously, selected the tag #emotion## Sad## Depression#, and clicked to send.

I hope someone sees it, as long as someone sees it, Su Ruowei muttered to herself as she fell asleep unconsciously.

Xihai University.

The Xihai Architectural Designer Competition lasted for one month and officially came to an end.

This competition is very valuable. The first place can directly go to the UK to study for a master's and doctoral degree and become an "architect".

The contestants come from top universities at home and abroad. I don’t know who will win this year’s crown.

"The third place is Jane from the United States, let us congratulate her." The host read out the list of winners.

There was warm applause at the scene, and thousands of people were watching. Most of the students were not majoring in architectural design. The college students were simply curious and wanted to know more about this advanced major, even if they wanted to experience it up close.

"The second place is Antonio from the UK. Let us congratulate him with applause." The host spoke again.

Exciting times are coming.

Qiulunong touched Chu Ning who was standing next to her with her arm, and teased: "Hey, genius designer, are you sure of winning the championship?"

The first two are both master-level figures. Chu Ning is only 20 years old this year and is just starting out. Even if Qiu Lunong knows that she is talented, she doesn't think she can be compared with them.

"If it's not me, who else?" Chu Ning said domineeringly.

"Oh, that's not a bad tone. Don't slap me in the face later." Qiu Lunong smiled in respect.

"Who will win the much-anticipated championship?" The host paused, "She is... 20-year-old Chu Ning from Xihai University in China."

The Chinese students in the audience were excited and applauded continuously, which really embarrassed their own school.

Qiu Lunong's eyes widened in shock, and she gave Chu Ning a thumbs up: "You are awesome!"

Chu Ning smiled noncommittally and went on stage to receive the award.

The students in the audience became excited and discussed:

I didn't expect Chu Ning to be so beautiful and capable.

She is beautiful and talented, her sister is so handsome, I love her so much!

What a young, talented female designer!

……

A week later, Qiu Lunong won the grand prize in the international fashion design competition with her outstanding ability, and was invited by a well-known university. She will soon leave Xihai University and transfer to study in the UK.

"Chun Ning, won't you go to England with me?" Qiu Lu looked at Chu Ning with reluctance.

"No, I have given up going to the UK to study for a master's degree." Chu Ning said lightly.

"Why don't you consider it? That's a good opportunity." Qiu Lunong pleaded again and again.

"I don't need to be an architect to prove my ability." Chu Ning said disapprovingly, "Besides, I just play the profession of designer."

Generally speaking, there are fundamental differences between architectural designers and architects, but for her, everything is just a cloud and not important.

She knows many things. Qiu Lunong once said that she knows astronomy, geography, and humanities and history.

Chu Ning just smiled at that time: There is no limit to learning and hard work, why is it so tiring? These are just mysteries and deception.

Qiu Lunong couldn't stand her aloofness: It's a pity that people can't be perfect, and you are an emotional block.

Chu Ning shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Okay." Qiu Lunong gave up her persuasion. She knew that Chu Ning had a stubborn temper, and once he made a decision, even nine cows could not hold him back.

After the summer vacation from college, Chu Ning decided to relax for herself when she returned to her suburban villa. The cat stayed at home for two months without going out.

One night, she accidentally opened the pen pal app.

She had played this blue and white pen pal website a few years ago.

Chu Ning has a cold personality and is very slow to interact with others. He doesn't like socializing in real life. He only has one real friend, Qiu Lunong, but only a few online friends.

When she was young, she also liked to surf the Internet, browse major social software, and read interesting news and new things about the world. She did not want to be a nerd who "had no ears to hear what was happening outside the window and only read books by sages."

However, that’s all I’ve seen, boring!

It's not as good as traveling in real life, of course traveling is boring to her too!

About to press the uninstall button, she suddenly thought about it and decided to take one last look. After all, Qinghua gave her a different feeling from other social software, so it was a farewell to her youth.

After successfully logging into her account, she immediately touched her forehead when she saw the posts she had posted before.

It's so childish, I can't stand my old self.

The content in it is either idle moaning, or the time has passed, and I didn’t expect that I had followed the crowd and was not in the mainstream.

She cleared all the dynamic messages with one click and decided to bring her ignorant years to a happy end.

She scanned a few popular letters that were not interesting, and their styles were either a bit earthy or exaggerated.

Just when I was about to log out and uninstall, I inadvertently came across an emotional letter from the same city. The title read in large fonts:

"I once thought that it would be over once and for all - To my 15-year-old self"

I took a look at the time it was posted, 30 seconds ago.

so coincidental!

She clicked in and was almost discouraged by the dense text inside. Out of curiosity, she resisted the poor text layout and forced herself to read.

The writing style is very childish and the feelings are very sincere.

This is Chu Ning’s final evaluation.

I didn't expect that so many misfortunes would happen to a girl, but she still survived it very optimistically.

When it was refreshed again, there were a few sporadic comments in the comment area, all of which were words of comfort to the girl.

Chu Ning exited the software and lay on the bed wondering what she was thinking. A mysterious feeling attracted her to wonder what would happen to this 15-year-old girl in the future.

The next day, the first thing Chu Ning did when she woke up was to log in to Blue and White Pen Pal.

She found her browsing history and found that the letter had been deleted. She clicked on the publisher's system avatar, but the content was empty.

I hope that girl won't be too upset and live a good life, Chu Ning prayed.

She sat at the dining table and ate breakfast absentmindedly. The text fragments she read last night kept flashing through her mind, and she actually felt a little pain in her heart.

She put down the knife and fork in her hand, walked up to the room on the second floor, picked up her phone, clicked on the dialog box of the person who posted last night's emotional letter, and edited the text:

Hello, how are you doing lately?

Chu Ning thought for a moment, is this too formal for a 15-year-old girl?

Also edited:

Hello, kids, how are you doing lately?

No, it's too childish. Chu Ning was a little irritable at this time.

The person he was talking to was a girl who had stated in the text that she wanted to end her life, so Chu Ning had to be careful and cautious in dealing with her.

Finally she finalized the text:

Hello, little girl, how are you doing lately? I read the emotional letter you sent last night and found it very sincere and touching. I admire your strength and optimism. If you have anything sad or sad, please tell me...Sister, I look forward to your letter.

To Chu Ning's surprise, the message came back quickly:

Thank you for your comfort. Although I don’t know you, I feel that you are a good person and you must be a kind sister. My life is actually pretty good ~ It’s not as bad as the words say, I’m just complaining ~ Thanks again ~ Spread the flowers

After reading the reply, Chu Ning felt uncomfortable and had a guess in her mind. She registered a small account and changed the text sent to the girl to privately chat with the girl, but she got the same reply.

It is not ruled out that many enthusiastic netizens chatted with her privately, and the girl copied and pasted her replies one by one.

Chu Ning had another bad suspicion in her mind. The girl would probably cancel her account.

Chu Ning immediately chatted with her privately and asked the girl to give her her contact information.

The girl quickly replied:

Sister, I will stop playing this software soon. If you have a chance, just add QQ: 26...

Chu Ning's heart calmed down inexplicably.

In the small bedroom, Su Ruowei canceled her Qinghua account after sending a QQ account to her pen pal.

Su Ruowei stayed up all night. She sent emotional letters and received a lot of kindness from netizens, but of course there was also malice.

She was young and had a sensitive personality. She couldn't bear the kindness and attacks of others, so she chose to cancel her account.

She looked away, even if it was painful, she had to bear the pain and continue living.

This is what my 15-year-old self will do in the future.