Leaving the "No Life Bookstore."
Zhuang Siqi asked Ning Youguang, "Are you naturally so fond of plants?"
Ning Youguang laughed, "I guess so."
Actually, she wasn’t sure if her love for plants was innate.
She rembered soone asking her in a past life, "With a childhood like yours, how can you still live so powerfully and heal others? How do you do it?"
She once pondered for a mont and said—
"I don’t know, ten years ago I wasn’t mature enough to understand any thod of spiritual healing, nor had I t soone who could guide . I just loved plants. I envied them and foolishly learned from them how to be a child of the earth. That’s all."
So, what was the catalyst for her love of plants?
Growing up, she often felt out of place with people around her.
Especially during middle school, there was a ti when she lived in a shared dormitory, and then, when she was ostracized in the dorm, she didn’t know the reason or how to resolve it. She could only avoid, steer clear of conflicts, stay away from them, and except when necessary, avoid sharing a room with them.
She had two places to escape to, one was a bookstore outside the school, and the other was the fields outside of school.
At that ti, the school happened to be built in the suburbs of the city, and right behind the campus was a vast field.
She particularly liked to run into the fields when it wasn’t raining, during breaks, or when she was in a particularly bad mood.
Because the wind and crops in the wild made her feel at peace, just like sitting alone in the yard as a child, counting the sunlight filtering through the leaves.
The two girls were chatting casually.
Beside them, Zhuang Jianxian suddenly sighed!
"What’s up?" Zhuang Siqi turned to look at her brother who was playing on his phone.
"Big Sis had her assistant book our return flights." Zhuang Jianxian looked at Zhuang Siqi and said.
"Isn’t it better to have the tickets booked?" Zhuang Siqi was puzzled about the reason for sighing, "What ti is the flight tomorrow?"
"There’s no issue with the tickets." Zhuang Jianxian wore a speechless expression, "The problem is she still had her assistant book us on two different flights."
"???! Zhuang Siqi was speechless too, "How is this still going on?"
This ti coming to Beijing, she and her brother were also on separate flights, which ans they couldn’t board the plane together and it wasted ti.
Zhuang Jianxian also nodded feeling quite exhausted, "She said it wasn’t just a whim before, but a family rule we have to follow for all future trips."
"..." Zhuang Siqi.
Great, not just a whim, it’s now a family rule!
"What’s wrong?" Seeing the complex expressions on the faces of the Zhuang twins, Ning Youguang asked with concern.
"It’s my sister." Zhuang Siqi sighed, "Due to our family-wide poisoning incident, she set a new family rule for us."
"What kind of rule?" Ning Youguang asked curiously.
"You tell her." Zhuang Siqi glanced at Zhuang Jianxian, sowhat helplessly.
The latter also felt it’s hard to explain it—
"My sister said to prevent any future family misfortune, when our family travels together, we’re not allowed to take the sa flight, ride in the sa car, or dine out together, we have to separate."
Ning Youguang was silent for a mont, then laughed, "To be safe, a strong sense of crisis, the family rule is quite good."
Are you sure?
"..." The Zhuang twins.
...
The school season starts in early September.
Ning Youguang was already busy at school throughout August, and just before school officially opened, she had no classes and not much work, so she lazily arrived at school after lunch.
However, as soon as she parked her car in the parking lot, she suddenly saw a student she taught last sester arguing with a middle-aged woman in the parking lot. Judging by the appearance and the interactions, they were likely mother and daughter.
"Is this how you say you love ? Forcing on things I clearly don’t like, insisting they’re ant for . If that’s the case, I beg you, stop preparing things for , okay?"
"These are things you need, what’s wrong? They’re all according to your preferences, right?" The middle-aged woman was carrying two bags and looked quite angry.
"Are you sure it’s according to my preferences? Did you even ask ?" The girl was even angrier.
"Didn’t you love this when you were a kid?" The middle-aged woman had an surely rightful expression, attempting to get the girl to take the bags she was holding.
"Just because I liked it before ans I still like it now?" The girl backed away, refusing to accept, her body language showed strong resistance, "I told you not to, not to, not to, did you listen?"
—"And just in the car, you did that too, insisted on saying a bunch of things I don’t want to hear. I asked you to stop, but you wouldn’t. You had to say it... I beg you, if you don’t want to hate my dad, then start by shutting up, and in the future, talk less about my dad’s bad stuff."
"I don’t feel like arguing with him now. I’m just talking to you, who else am I supposed to talk to if not you? You are my daughter, you an I can’t even talk about this?"
"It’s not that you can’t talk about it, but years ago things, count them, how many tis did you bring them up this sumr vacation?" Her student unheld her suitcase and held up a hand, "At least twenty tis, do you know? Plus, is your only way to solve things with him is arguing?"
"I’m just angry." The middle-aged woman carried the bag with a frown.
"You’re angry, you’re angry, alright, you’re always angry and keep regurgitating your resentnt and wounds. Those things have passed, my dad’s doing well, eating well, drinking well, and you keep bringing it up, like foot binding cloth, isn’t it disgusting? Is it such a big deal? It’s been years and you can’t get over it?" The girl broke down and yelled at her mom, "Today you’re supposed to send to school, I had prepared to be in a good mood, I wanted to make you feel happy, wanted to eat sothing nice together, but during the al you kept sulking, eating this was not tasty, eating that was not tasty, isn’t this ruining the mood?"
"They weren’t bad, just the seasoning was a bit heavy." The middle-aged woman defended.
"Okay, I got it." The girl clenched her head, appearing both angry and desperately helpless, "You think nowhere is good enough, only what you make tastes best, right? Then we should stop eating out, waste money, and ruin the mood."
"Ningning, don’t be like this, that’s not what I ant." The middle-aged woman tried to explain, "I just think..."
"Enough!" The girl reached out to stop her mom, "Don’t even say what you think or not, it’s my fault, I assud, you don’t actually need to be happy, you just need a good trash can."
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