Qian - Awareness of Passing - December 21, 2012 - Short Note.

Rumor number 21 is the end of the world, and the vast majority of people didn't experience it, but Qian felt as if he had gone through it. Half a year ago, all the money in Qian's bank card was scammed. It was because Qian was too trusting of him. But Qian didn't care, really didn't care about money; he only hoped that this self-proclaimed clever guy could turn back and not be addicted.

He thought Qian couldn't do anything to him, but actually, if Qian wanted to, he could have already brought this ‘good brother' to justice. Money is nothing; men are nothing to care about, things that are easily earned.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Qian experienced too much and saw and understood a lot of things. He always believed that friendship could last a long time, until yesterday he realized that it was really just a matter of one person's persistent obsession.

If you leave, Qian doesn't care. If you come back, no matter what mistakes you've made, he'll brave the storm to pick you up.

Yet, you actually went and hurt Qian's left hand on purpose. What a mischievous kid, thinking of winning like this? Fine, you got it…

Deception is part of life. When people grow up, they have to experience deception. I won't stop helping others because of it, but Qian will make himself more rational and calm. The money can't be recovered. What was lost had value, and Qian is almost seventeen now. Mistakes are allowed, but a second mistake? That proves a person completely. Worth it!

Banana trees hang green in the endless rain, day after day. People come and go, brushing past each other. After a busy day of work, lying on the sofa exhausted, his bones feel like they've disintegrated, his whole body limp.

Bored, he turns on the TV, flipping through channel after channel, finding no program he wants to watch. Lately, his mood has been low, everything seems wrong, unable to find a reason to be happy, so he gives up. Moving to the mirror, he forces himself to smile, telling himself that everything will pass. The smile on the face in the mirror is so familiar; his expression lightens considerably. After all, sadness and fatigue aren't that bad…

He always advises others: the heart is the root of happiness. As long as you have a root of happiness, no matter where you go, you will be happy.

Sometimes, asking himself honestly, where has Qian's happiness gone? Has it been accidentally lost? How can it be found again?Always a heart suspended in midair, drifting without knowing where to go.
Habitually, I make a cup of milk tea, sit in front of the computer, with the speakers playing my favorite song 'Crying on the Shoulder.' Listening to it, I feel a sudden inexplicable ache. Perhaps if someone is willing to listen to this song, they would be the first to truly understand Qian.

Right and wrong, grudges and favors, just smile them away.

Friends say Qian is cautious, as clever as a monkey, calm when facing things. Everything is seen with ease.

Actually, that's not true. So what if you can see things clearly? So what if you can't? As long as Qian isn't dead, the heart is never hurt, the spirit never loses optimism...

Because the heart has never had the distinction of strong or weak.

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I rambled on and wrote a lot, not even sure what I wrote...
Anyway, it just means: Men, no matter what, won't get pregnant.
Habitually make a cup of milk tea to drink... so just don't think about things that aren't worth it.