The scorching sun shines on the asphalt road, and passers-by are all covered with parasols. Even if they are only wearing thin short-sleeved shirts, their foreheads are still covered with sweat.
In an English-style cafe on the street, three girls are sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, discussing something. In such hot weather, it seems that only air conditioning can make people feel comfortable.
"The weather has suddenly become hot."
Liu Yusa looked at the passers-by and felt that they were all very hot.
"By the way, Xiaoxun, this is the proposal I asked the advertising company to come up with. What do you think of it?"
Yan Xiaoqian took a sip of juice with a straw and blinked her round eyes.
"By the way, our brand name hasn't been decided yet."
Liu Yusha patted the table.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm completely confused by this. Manager Wang even called me to say he wanted to make a plaque and asked if we had decided on a shape yet."
Yan Xiaoqian looked at Gu Xun.
"Xiao Xun, do you have any good ideas?"
Gu Xun touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Our brand will definitely go global in the future, so I think it would be best if the name is in English and not too profound."
Liu Yusha nodded.
"I agree with this. Some brands use long English names to appear cultured, but many people actually can't understand or remember them, making it difficult to recommend them to others next time."
Yan Xiaoqian nodded seriously.
"That makes sense. Let's give it a name that everyone can understand."
Gu Xun looked at the two of them, then turned and looked out the window.
"Why not call it Deep Love? It's easy to understand."
"Deep Love?"
Yan Xiaoqian chewed on the name over and over again. "Deep love?"
"Yeah," Gu Xun nodded.
"It's about deep love, deep love for clothes, and deep love for myself."
"Do you love yourself deeply..." Liu Yusa blinked.
"This is great. I'm not bound by worldly shackles. I can just be who I want to be, and I love myself the most! Xiaoqian, what do you think?"
Liu Yusa turned to look at Yan Xiaoqian, only to find that she was in a daze.
"What's the matter, Xiaoqian? You don't like this name?"
Gu Xun also asked quickly.
"I'm just expressing my thoughts. Our clothes are all designed by you. If you have different ideas, please speak up."
Yan Xiaoqian looked at the two of them, and suddenly her eyes became wet. She shook her head like a rattle.
"No, no, no, I don't dislike this name. I like it very much, really."
Yan Xiaoqian pursed her lips and intertwined her two fingers.
"Xiaoxun, Yusha, thank you so much."
This sudden sentence made Liu Yusa and Gu Xun a little at a loss.
"Why are you thanking me for no reason? What's wrong, Xiao Qian?"
Yan Xiaoqian quickly shook her head and said, "It's really nothing. I just think this name is very good, so let's call it this."
Liu Yusa and Gu Xun looked at each other, and only felt relieved after confirming that Yan Xiaoqian was indeed fine, and continued their discussion.
"So what kind of font should we use..."
…
night.
Yan Xiaoqian was drawing a draft at the table.
Looking at the three sisters' outfits that had just been completed in front of her, she smiled with satisfaction.
After standing up and stretching, Yan Xiaoqian turned over and lay on the bed.
Looking at the white ceiling, she was a little dazed.
Suddenly, she took out her cell phone and found a photo of herself in junior high school.
The photo is a group photo taken by her class when she was in the second grade of junior high school.
At that time, the little girl was standing on the edge of the first row. Although she was only in her teens, she didn't look smart at all.
The thin little body looks frail, and although the round eyes are looking at the camera, there is no life in them.
Yan Xiaoqian pursed her lips and looked at herself on the phone, memories flooding into her mind.
She didn't even tell Gu Xun and Liu Yusa about her past in detail.
It wasn't that she treated the two of them as outsiders, but she didn't want to mention it in front of outsiders, as if to gain sympathy...
Yan Xiaoqian originally lived in a county town. Although it was not developed, her family lived in an apartment building. Her parents took care of their difficult life, so she was relatively worry-free.
But when she was seven years old, her parents suddenly divorced. She only found out when she grew up that it was because her father had another woman outside and her mother couldn't stand it anymore so she filed for divorce.
When they divorced, Yan Xiaoqian's mother only took her, and there was not much left of her other property after paying off the mortgage, so only a small amount of furniture took her back to her grandmother's home in the countryside.
Not long after, Yan Xiaoqian followed her mother to another man's home. She remembered that when they first met, the man was smiling and looked very friendly.
So it wasn't long before the man and my mother got married.
They followed the man to his home, which was also a house in the village.
The new life was no better than before. Yan Xiaoqian's nails were covered with mud grooves. No matter how she cleaned them, they would become dirty again after a day.
Not long after, my mother became pregnant and gave birth to a little girl.
From then on, an idea that came out of nowhere kept lingering in Yan Xiaoqian's mind.
You...are redundant...
Every time Yan Xiaoqian saw the three of them laughing and talking together, she felt sad, but as a little girl she had no way to express her feelings and could only grow up silently.
She didn't have a very good relationship with her sister. The child always bullied her and didn't get close to her. She didn't even know how she had offended her sister.
Gradually, the man seemed to reveal his true nature. He smoked, drank, and gambled, making the already poor family even worse off.
By the time she reached junior high school, Yan Xiaoqian understood more and would often stare blankly at the newspaper-covered ceiling in her dim little room. She began to become numb and would not even look at the squeaking mice in the room.
Her biological father only meets her once a day to pay the annual child support, but he seems to be a non-existent person on weekdays.
…
Yan Xiaoqian looked at the ceiling and recalled the past. Unknowingly, a tear fell from the corner of her eye and wet the pillow.
She opened her palm, looked at the long scar on the center of her hand, and pursed her lips.
She scratched it herself with a piece of glass when she was in junior high school.
At that time, she always felt that only this kind of pain could make her numb feel that she was still alive.
She thought about committing suicide, but she didn't have the courage.
She loved her mother and couldn't imagine what her mother would be like after her death. Her mother was also a pitiful woman.
When she was in the third year of junior high school, Yan Xiaoqian didn't want to study anymore. Studying would cost a lot of money, and she was so extremely self-deprecating that she couldn't even imagine it.
Later, her grandfather firmly disagreed and took out his own pension to insist that Yan Xiaoqian go to school.
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