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What was it like for you when you were 17? If you could live it over again, would you seriously live this year? For me, 17 years passed by in a flash, blurry but clear. What is clear is that the people I loved when I was 17 and the scenes I experienced all flashed through my mind.

When dusk passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Yin Yao Academy, Fu Wanzhou was holding the gilt pipa in her arms. This thousand-year-old object was slightly hot in her palms, and the strings vibrated and made a clear sound, as if they were re-interpreting the colorful clothes in the "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song" thousands of years ago. Under the stage, the silver-haired old people held their breath and concentrated. They had never thought that this seemingly ordinary pipa could play such a thrilling melody. The moment his fingertips brushed against the ice string, Fu Wanzhou saw the cold moon on the Xunyang River again in a trance. Her mind kept replaying the scenes before her rebirth, as well as the bright moon rising over the sea, and the scene of Sima Jiangzhou's blue shirt wet with tears. Once upon a time, she was a businesswoman trapped in "The Legend of Pipa", led by the thread of fate towards the desolate ending of "the boss marrying a businesswoman". But at this moment, she is standing on the podium as a "modern music therapist", using ancient techniques to weave soothing melodies. Tears welled up in the eyes of the students in the audience. Some trembled and recorded the score, while others hummed along gently. At the end of the song, waves of applause filled the classroom. Fu Wanzhou brushed away her fallen hair and looked across the crowd, as if she saw herself finally breaking through the cage of fate after a thousand years. This time, she is no longer a singer waiting for redemption, but a writer who controls her destiny, playing the chapter of her own life on the stage of modern society.

Is life really going so smoothly, or is there no other choice? Perhaps there is another kind of life worth exploring, hidden in every casual thought we have, and there are ten thousand possibilities. Occasionally I want to lift the table and say loudly: "World, although I am here, I am not convinced." Then I want to say loudly: "Life, thank you for your gift. I enjoy it very much."

A beautiful ancient story about finding a good relationship and becoming a couple of gods. How many things do you not know?