Time is like a yellowed old photo. The moment when you press the shutter button is the clearest, but the least empathetic to stay in. The moment of recall is the most complete and the most painful, but nothing can be retained, and nothing belongs to me. They will always stay in the past moment. I can never come back, and one day I will forget them. Gradually, they are no longer me, and they no longer belong to me. Even if I see through that piece of paper, it will not help, but you are still there, smiling, waiting for me to return at a certain moment, as if I never left.
Qi Ling died in an accidental car accident. When she was dying, she was sent to a life research laboratory. In order to find a glimmer of hope, the researchers used immature experimental methods to save her. The experiment was successful, but she was an imperfect test subject.
"I have forgotten what life is," Qi Ling said, but the other party smiled at her words and shook her head.
"But I'm different from you. I will die. One day, life to me is like a flowing river, youth that cannot be wrapped in plastic wrap, and..."
"What else"
"And you"
"Qi Ling"
"Hmm"
"Do you know the difference between a kite and a bird?"
"Can a bird fly by itself?"
"No, the difference is that the kite will not come back after the string is broken, but my bird will. I don't need a kite, what I need is a bird, Qi Ling, I am your bird, no matter where you are, I will
They will all fly back," the boy said, gently touching her face.
Concept: Life is not equivalent to mechanical circuits, it is born to seek love and yearning.
