What is my dream?
Ding Yi remained silent in the face of Lu Ze's inquiry.
He had not been able to sleep peacefully for many days. He always felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something very important to him in the middle of his heart.
That's why I always wanted to come to Shuxiang Yayuan to find the lost things.
Ding Yi was very happy at this party today. He had not experienced this warm feeling for a long time.
And the question raised by Lu Ze seemed to put him in the familiar but bottomless abyss.
Because the abyss is where dreams are severely extinguished.
"I...I don't know."
The boy shook his head in confusion.
At this time, Lu Ze pulled out a piece of yellowed paper from under the seat.
He read in a clear voice, while the expression on Ding Yi's face became more and more confused as he listened.
...
"I hope to wake up one morning and face the happy smiling faces of my parents, the relaxed greetings of my teachers, and the innocence that my classmates had before the third year of high school, even before the third year of junior high school, or even in kindergarten. And a simple look.”
...
"I hope I can never grow up so that I can hold my father's dry hand and lean into my mother's warm arms."
...
"I also hope that I will grow up soon and become a real adult who can shoulder all the heavy burdens I feel now. At that time, I might be able to have my own children and let them live a relaxed and happy life. If you are tired like me, you can fly farther."
...
"I hope..."
...
"It would be great if I had the chance to say these words to my parents."
Lu Ze finished reading the contents of this piece of paper.
After listening, Ding Yi pointed to Lu Ze's hand in a daze: "I...can I take a look at that piece of paper?"
Lu Ze handed the yellowed paper to Ding Yi's hand, and the latter slowly raised it. He looked at the writing and content on the paper, his expression looking very complicated and difficult to understand.
"What I'm looking for seems to be this piece of paper..."
"But it doesn't seem like..."
Ding Yi tilted his head. At this moment, he fell into even greater confusion.
suddenly.
A crisp sound brought his thoughts back to reality.
I saw Lu Ze coming to the small blackboard and tapping the word 'Ding Yi' twice.
"Ding Yi."
"What you are looking for is not actually the piece of paper you wrote on."
"It's the dream you once lost."
"You...lost yourself."
The curtains fluttered, and a breeze blew by. The piece of paper on the table filled with Ding Yi's dreams was blown and fell to the ground.
Ding Yi's two hands were intertwined, and at this moment, his heart was overturned.
I am Ding Yi.
But... am I me?
"Do you have the confidence to pick up your lost dream again?"
"Even if it requires another very painful senior year of high school?"
"Even if this requires you to overcome a series of difficulties and obstacles in your heart?"
"Ding Yi, do you want to sink in here, or raise your head and look for that ray of dawn?"
Lu Ze didn't say much.
This is all he can do. The real road must be walked by Ding Yi himself.
Qiao Yingzi's eyes were full of encouragement: "Ding Yi, I haven't told anyone. In fact, I once had the idea of getting it over with. Life is really tiring, because it is too difficult to live the way I want. It’s painful.”
"But that's not a reason to give up."
"Death is very simple, what is really difficult is gritting one's teeth and persisting all the way."
Lin Leier and Ji Yangyang also expressed their own difficulties.
Fang Houhou waved his hand casually in this atmosphere: "What a big deal. Parents' ideas are their own and we can consider them, but the real decision-making power in life is in our own hands."
"like me."
"My dream is to become a real...man!"
A smile appeared on Ding Yi's face.
He stood up slowly and bowed solemnly to his fellow students.
"Thanks."
"thank you all."
"Although...I don't know how I will go in the future."
"But I don't think I can go on like this anymore."
"Because, I really want a good night's sleep."
Ding Yi gently bent down and picked up the yellowed paper on the ground.
What was written above was his dream.
He gently touched the thin paper, but the dream written on it was full of weight.
"I hope..."
...
Before leaving, Ding Yi's father and Ding Yi's mother thanked Lu Ze and the others.
They personally felt that their son's eyes were no longer as dull as before, and he spoke more.
At this time, they just want their son to be safe.
After Ding Yi and his family left, Lu Ze and others also went back to their respective homes to find their own...
Qiao Yingzi rejected everyone's request for help and was now cleaning up the living room after the party alone. Unexpectedly, Song Qian with red eyes appeared in front of her.
Song Qian heard every word she said during the party just next door.
The girl holding the broom raised her head:
"mom..."
Before she could say anything else, Song Qian in front of her hugged her directly, and the woman began to cry loudly.
"Mom only now realizes how wrong she was."
"Mom, I now remember how much I hated your grandma's way of educating me, but I used the same method on my own daughter, and even made it worse."
"I'm sorry Eiko."
"sorry..."
Song Qian felt extremely uncomfortable seeing the once high-spirited boy Ding Yicheng now in such a dazed state.
She simply couldn't imagine how her mother would live if something happened to Yingzi one day. Song Qian, who was listening to the conversation next door, felt as if her heart was being twisted.
It turns out that the pressure of the entire family has been transferred to Yingzi alone without knowing it. The conflict with Qiao Weidong made the child caught in it.
Only then did Song Qian realize how wrong her self-righteous excessive care was.
Qiao Yingzi patted her mother's back gently.
"mom."
“I want to eat skewers~”
...
After Lu Ze returned home, he lay comfortably on the sofa.
The final outcome of Ding Yi's matter still depends on his own wishes.
There is no such thing as true empathy.
What others give is just advice, you have to walk your own path.
Lu Ze has not forgotten the great contributor to this operation.
Send a voice message directly to Agent Qiao Weidong on WeChat.
"Tonight, tonight."
"Your ex-wife and your daughter must both need your shoulder."
"Please reply."
"over! over!"
