π Are the unuttered words like uncaring, flowing water? π₯ The falling flower pines for the flowing stream, yet the stream flows on without care. π Yet the fallen flower still longs for the water's gentle embrace. π¦ Do you still remember me? π Do you love the white butterflies dancing through the air, or the white moth orchids rooted in place? Do you still remember your childhood playmate? Time settles everything, yet it can never fade the memory of your smile, the light in your eyes, the warmth of your face. If one cannot become a butterfly fluttering among blossoms, then let them be a white moth orchidβstanding motionless, surviving in the faint shadows, dormant through the cold. ββββββββπ¦ππ¦ββββββββ After his parents divorced, Yibie spent his elementary school years living under the roof of his second uncle and aunt. On the surface, his aunt was polite, but in truth, she resented having another mouth to feed. Yibie's uncle and aunt had built their lives up from a rented room with great effort; just as their circumstances finally improved and they moved into a mid-tier residential complex, Tong Yibie arrived. As a result, his presence in the household was inherently awkward. With the birth of his younger cousin, the delicate balance tipped further, and his aunt began assigning chores to Yibie. His uncle was a man of few words who turned a blind eye to it all. Consequently, cooking and housework fell upon Yibie's shoulders. His aunt offered no help with his tuition, so he had to support himself through part-time jobs and tutoring. Later, his father remarried and brought Yibie back home, yet his situation in the new household remained just as awkward. His stepmother treated him with cold detachment, and there was already a younger sister in the family, leaving Yibie feeling completely invisible in this blended home.
A butterfly in flight, or a withered fallen flower?