Zhao Jingchuan died, a year after we graduated from high school.
We didn't expect that time would be enough to turn people upside down.
We didn't expect that an insignificant person could actually shake the door of time and space.
He said he wanted to help us make up for our past regrets.
(The script was written three or four years ago, so it is in the second person. But in the end due to various reasons, I didn't submit it anymore. I just wanted to post the full text and save it. You can read it as many times as you want. You can choose a character and read it through. If you are interested, you can read other characters. It doesn't matter if you are not interested. Even I can't stand the immature writing style of my youth, haha)
Mainly talking about Smiling Depression and Suicide Group. Everyone understands, so I won't say more.
Intention: Cherish the present