Ten years later, Xu Nian, an ancient building restorer, returned to his old house in Jiangnan. Pushing open the creaking wooden door, time seems to have stopped here. He returned to that room, tremblingly opened the dusty drawer, and carefully opened a yellowed "Birds". Between the pages of the book, a gardenia bookmark lies quietly, with a faint fragrance that seems to be there but not there.
In my peripheral vision, I could see that the wrinkles at the corners of the paper were turning yellow. Yes, it's yellow. Just like the girl named Lin Zhi, she has grown old together with her unspoken youth.
He closed the book gently, patted away the dust, and returned everything to its place. But he knew that some marks could never be healed—the wrinkles would never increase, just as the ten years they had missed could not be repeated. Next time I open it, will the scent of gardenia still be there? Will they be able to see each other again next time?
The old house is facing demolition, and the memory is crumbling. When Xu Nian finally found the pale and thin figure in the studio, he discovered that his farewell without saying goodbye hid a lie related to the countdown of life. He tried to repair the cracks in the ancient building with his hands, but he didn't know how to mend a broken heart.
This is a story about forgetting and remembering. The book was put back to its original place, and everything was just as it was when it came in. Unfortunately, the fragrance of flowers is easy to dissipate, and time is hard to retain. And in those yellowing wrinkles, there was hidden a once-in-a-lifetime throbbing, and a word that no one heard - goodbye.
Concept: There are cracks in everything, and that is where the light comes in; although time has yellowed the pages of the book, it has also allowed that wisp of gardenia to settle into the salvation of the soul.
