"Do the moments when people appear in our lives and then vanish foretell a destined reunion?"
Three years later, Zhou Zhao returned to Pujiang, to the land surrounded by the hazy river of her memories.
The wildflowers that once bloomed everywhere had been uprooted, replaced by neat patches of reeds, planted by human hands.
This is change, the shift we always call fate.
Zhou Zhao carried a CCD camera, still holding old photos that seemed to be the only traces of her existence in this world.
She had always known people were good at forgetting.
After three years, she was back, feeling more out of place than ever amid all the roughness of things falling away and the smoothness of things drawing near.
Her uncle was ill, and the medical bills he needed paid amounted to all of Zhou Zhao's savings since becoming an adult.
"I see you."
"It's okay, stay right there. I'll come find you."
Life is full of people drawing near and drifting away. Faced with its ups and downs, its changes, people grow wildly, like wildflowers.
This is a story about fate, about love and courage.
I look forward to meeting you.
"Live boldly, just like that."
Theme: The changes of fate, and the loneliness and wild beauty of wildflowers
