Many years later, I stood on the podium of my alma mater, dressed in formal lawyer attire, and took the old wooden box that had been dusty for more than ten years.
Lying quietly inside the box is a pink-covered diary called Hua Ji.
It was Fang Yaozhu's notebook. She liked flowers, so she used flowers to record all the joy, heartbeat, and uncontrollable pain when she was seventeen years old.
When Xu Nan was a teenager, her parents died young and she lived a hard life with her elderly grandmother. She had low self-esteem in her bones and was trapped in the shadow of campus bullying for a long time.
Until the bright and enthusiastic Fang Yaozhu reached out to him; Lin Zai, a repeater who was gloomy and burdened with original trauma, also walked into their youth.
The three of them put their secrets and expectations into the wooden box: a eucalyptus hairpin, an undelivered letter, and a whole flower diary filled with their thoughts.
We thought that time would move forward slowly, and that enthusiastic young people could withstand fate.
But a family hereditary cancer suddenly struck.
Chemotherapy, illness, repeated hopes and disappointments, the moment the wig fell off during the coming-of-age ceremony, she mustered up all the courage to stand on the podium and play the piano, but she failed to survive her fate.
After the light went out, Lin Zai, who regarded her as the only salvation, also fell into the abyss with the light.
Grandma also left quietly.
After going round and round, Xu Nan was left alone, carrying everyone's regrets and walking the long life alone.
Purpose: There are often irreversible regrets in people's lives. Even if the outcome is destined, don't give up on progress and change.