Wild Rose

The story of rose, a story ten years ago and ten years later. I once saw a hot search on Weibo - "Ten years ago? Don't move, don't get into a car accident, don't live in bed 301 on the 21st floor of the Central Hospital, don't talk to the uncle next to him who is with his mother in the hospital, don't eat the candy he gives, don't listen to him reading poetry, don't stay in bed when the sun is shining. Don't turn around and look at him. Don't become friends with him in the future, don't talk to him about life and ideals, don't let him be your teacher, don't attend his wedding when you graduate, and most importantly, don't call him uncle at the first opening. He will be uncle for the rest of your life. When you meet the person you meet among millions of people, in the boundless wilderness of time for millions of years, and you happen to catch up with him neither a step too early nor a step too late, there is nothing else to say except to ask lightly: "Oh, you are here too?" " - "Love" Zhang Ailing's melancholy, as well as the love and revenge in my mind, are intertwined in this underappreciated teacher-student relationship. After all, it is all a story, but in the end it is fate...