After settling into my new residence, I began to try to empty myself out, like an illusion of ascension. The more you forget, the clearer it becomes. The fragments of the past gradually come together to form a dazzling old-fashioned movie, and the last scene is fixed on Jia Ling's smile.
She said that one day you will grow up and choose to leave me, but I don't want to, I am too selfish, so I have to leave you first.
She said, if you can do it, let me know one day in the future that you can live well.
She said, I really love you.
She said goodbye.
I fell back on the sofa, and a new smell seemed to tell me that I would start again in the future, but before I started, I insisted on recording the past and the people I would never forget in this life.