Three years ago, Lin Niaoniao, who graduated from Yangyin University, married Huang Daitu, the chairman of a company in Xi'an. She thought that the rest of her life would be the sound of the piano, the smell of rice, and the notes he left on the bedside table before going out every day. By chance, they walked into a club called "Xingtu" by Qujiang River. She stood on the stage and sang a song, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at her. She thought she had found a new home. But some people can't see others shining.
"Where did you go for plastic surgery? Sister, don't show off your face!" Wen Yawen, the club owner's childhood friend, a man who was used to being surrounded by everyone, opened the first wound in front of everyone. Swearing, spreading rumors, and raising his hand to hit someone. The club owner, Wang Shuhang, chose to remain silent. Those who once applauded also chose to remain silent.
My brother Lin Yixuan, who drove twelve hours overnight from Suzhou, my husband Huang Daitu, who turned around from the company and rushed into the lobby to hold the wrist, my brother Fu Jingwen, who flew over from Beijing and peeled off Wen Yawen layer by layer with a knife and mouth, and those friends who raised their mobile phones in the corner and secretly recorded the evidence - they all stood up one by one.
But this is never a one-person battlefield. Zhang Yating worked as a "gentle person" for two years, and finally found that she didn't even have a name. Wang Zimeng helped him scold people, helped him drive people away, and helped him throw glasses. When he was sick and hospitalized, the person who stayed by his bedside was the person she had scolded. Li Tong was jealous of Lin Niaoniao for half his life. He pinched his palms and had terminal cancer. Qiao Yating stole her photo to live as another person, but finally discovered that the face was never hers. Liang Jiajia sat in the corner and drew New Year pictures for many years, and finally decided not to wait for anyone. Each of them is Wen Yawen's accomplice and a wound for the city.
This is not a story about revenge. No one is destroyed, no one gets delayed justice. Wen Yawen hasn't gotten better, he's just getting older. Wang Shuhang is back, the club is still there, but many people are no longer there. Zhang Yating passed away, Wang Zimeng divorced, Li Tong passed away, and Qiao Yating stood in court and said "I plead guilty."
The day Lin Niaoniao gave birth to her daughter, her brother Lin Yixuan stood outside the delivery room, remembering the unsaid words when he sent her to the train station many years ago. Huang Daitu got up in the middle of the night to coax the child. The moonlight shone on his face. He remembered the first time he held her drink at the dinner party and felt that his life was worth it. Liang Jiajia's flower shop is still open, Wang Shuhang occasionally goes to the club to sit, and Su Datu goes to the hospital every Wednesday afternoon - but the ward is already empty.
Everyone is learning to reconcile with the past in their own way. It's not about forgiveness, it's about letting go. It's not about forgetting, it's about moving on.
Three years. From spring in Xi'an to spring in Xi'an. Some came, some left, some cried, some laughed, some died. The vermilion door was still open, two lanterns were swaying gently in the wind, and someone was singing on the stage. Nothing seems to have changed. But everyone knows that many things are different.
This is their story. It's also ours.
Intention: On the way to the stars, everyone has been burned, but on the way back, there is always a beam of light that shines for them.