Xie Lin's fingertips are always wrapped with tape - that is the "medal" given to her by her violin talent, and it is also a shackle. She has been chased by the label of "genius" since she was a child, and she has long been unable to tell: is the love of others because of her hands that can play a stunning melody, or because of her gentleness in breaking ham into pieces while squatting in the utility room to feed the cat?
Until I met Zhou Ming.
He brought an old Polaroid, and there were no highlights of her stage in the lens. There were only her smashed oil paintings, the wilted flesh, and her fingertips stained with meat foam when feeding the cat. When she was overwhelmed by her "talent", he would hand her warm milk and say, "Your frown is more moving than "Song of the Wanderer""; when she doubted "I am nothing without talent", he would open his notebook - which recorded the way she helped her classmates make up notes until the early hours of the morning, the crooked sweater nest she sewed for stray cats, and all the fragments that "had nothing to do with talent" and belonged to Xie Lin.
Xie Lin later discovered that this boy who was always "seeing" her also hid his own flaws: he was used to hiding behind the lens with a camera, for fear of being "not good enough"; he always remembered everyone's preferences, but forgot that he would also get tired. It was the crooked star she drew for him that made him dare to say, "It doesn't have to be perfect." It was the "Little Star" she drew wrongly that made him understand that "someone cares even if you don't have to be strong."
Their story has never been about who saved whom.
It's two people trapped by labels who finally peeled off all external definitions in each other's eyes——
It turns out that talent is just a flower on the brocade, and you yourself are the most precious brocade.
It turns out that the best love is when I see your light and catch your folds; when you understand my bravery and accompany my panic.
It is we who finally dare to believe that even without those dazzling labels, this "I" is worthy of being loved.
Intention: The real value is not in the label of talent, but in the complete self that is seen; love illuminates in both directions, allowing two imperfect people to find the full meaning of existence in each other's eyes.