Cooking is really hard. I cut my finger badly while chopping vegetables today, and it bled a lot.
But it's okay, I promised Dad I would take good care of Mom.
I don't cry anymore.
June 1, 2014.
My mother wanted to commit suicide, so I knelt down and begged her for a long time while crying.
My father has passed away, my grandparents don't want me, and my uncle doesn't want me either.
What should I do if my mother doesn't want me anymore?
June 21, 2014.
Why does Mom want to give up so much? Am I such a burden?
But I've already learned to cook, it just doesn't taste good...
January 1, 2016, New Year's Day.
My mom's attitude has improved a lot, and she chats with me every day.
I had a great time these past few days.
July 20, 2018.
I got into high school!
October 1, 2018.
I got first place in the whole school in my first monthly exam in high school.
My teacher said that as long as I keep working hard like this, I can at least get into the best university in Yuhang Province.
The best university in Yuhang Province...
It was in the city where that boy lived.
He's grown up now, hasn't he? What is he doing now?
I'm already sad enough; I hope he's happy.
October 8, 2018, sunny.
Birthday.
My mother asked Aunt Wu to buy me a small piece of cake, and I blew out the candles again after many years.
She asked me what I wished for.
I told my mom I hoped to get first place in the whole school again next time, and she seemed very happy.
Actually, I lied. My wish was to get a good night's sleep...
I dream of turning off my alarm and sleeping until I naturally wake up.
Just once.
July 1, 2019.
He was fired because he couldn't speak to strangers and couldn't earn any money.
Life is suffering, there's no point in recording it.
July 2, 2019.
I will no longer write a diary.
After flipping through several pages and finding them all blank, Liang Zhirou finally realized that she had finished reading.
Memories flooded her mind like a tide. She sniffed softly and turned to look outside.
Chen Lu, who was staring at the computer screen, noticed her gaze and smiled gently at her.
The girl smiled in response.
Then, she turned back, rubbed her slightly sore eyes, picked up a pen, and began to write something in her diary.
The pen tip rubbed against the paper, making a rustling sound.
Finally, she left a neat and beautiful line of words.
March 28th, sunny.
"Life is actually very beautiful."
Years later, the girl wrote down her answer to her past self in her diary.
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