Chapter 809: No Ifs
I don't want to write about my movie review. I'll write about it when I'm in a good mood. I'm not in the right mood right now.
In my original idea, I just wanted to give little Qilin a beautiful world, a world with family, friendship and love.
But he is not them.
But there is no if.
All my enthusiasm cooled in an instant.
After describing rescue time and time again, looking back, I realized that I have always been in the same place and I can’t save anyone.
All I can do is give them a sweet dream.
What I have to accept in the end is their original fate.
I once firmly believed that among the three thousand worlds, there is always one world in which they can be happy.
Same name, same parents, different lives.
It turns out that I haven't accepted the separation yet.
I, who was originally full of enthusiasm, am like a withered flower.
Watching the movie, looking at the ultimate happiness of another world, is it really what he wants? His world has not changed.
Isn't this torture by slicing?
I wondered if I had done something wrong.
There was no Bai Ma, no Zhang Fulin, no Zhang Yaozu, no Zhang family ancient building, no Shen Xinglan, and no one else. From beginning to end, there was only Zhang Qilin's life.
He spent all those long years alone.
My tears couldn't stop falling.
Even Wu Xie, Fatty, Xiao Hua, and Hei Xia Zi in the original novel would leave Zhang Qilin first, and he would be alone from beginning to end.
He never spoke of all his sufferings.
Without his knowledge, he will begin to lose his memory again and walk alone in the world.
This time, no one will look for him. The blind man is gone, Wu Xie is gone, they are all gone.
Those who are obsessed with Zhang Qilin will not be able to withstand the passage of time and will leave. Only those who live longer than him can see him off.
Time always pushes people to part, and what cannot be kept will eventually be lost.
No matter how strong the feelings are, they will all be in vain after a hundred or a thousand years. He can no longer remember what they look like. He is searching for their appearance in the long river of time and space, in the fragments of memory.
When I see them, they seem familiar, but it’s a pity that they are not the ones with whom I have shared experiences and memories.
The blind man's persistence and Wu Xie's obsession were crushed by time.
The fat man’s cooking skills might linger on Zhang Qilin’s taste buds, and in his mind there might be a pink actor’s platform, a black figure wearing sunglasses who is trying to trick him, and an innocent puppy named Menyouping.
If, if there are no ifs, I still hope they are happy, really, I hope they are happy.
I didn't want to see him, after they left, searching on the road, wondering if I had been to this place before.
I tried to remember, but I couldn't.
This is so bitter.
As time goes by, all traces will be covered and disappear. No one will remember the blind man's story anymore, and no one will remember Xiaohua's story. His story with Wu Xie and Fatty also disappeared in the torrent.
Zhang Qilin, a loner in time.
A true intangible cultural heritage.
When he wakes up from the dream, will he remember going to Yu Village according to his memory? The dilapidated houses and the gone villagers make this place seem like an abandoned place?
A place without popularity can easily collapse.
In the ruins, Zhang Qilin was soaking his feet alone.
Some people are waiting for him, but they can't wait for him. Some people want him to remember, but he can't remember. Some people have unexpressible friendship, and he has never spoken.
He didn't want him to be sad.
Hei Xiazi said that he would always leave.
Wuxie said that he was just a passer-by in his life.
The fat man said, "Brother, I'll go first. Don't be anxious. Take your time and live a good life."
Xie Yuchen said, if you don’t live a good life, Wu Xie will be sad.
Just like a century-old hoodie, Zhang Qilin has worn it through all the years. He sealed the letters they gave him, which were the suicide notes that Zhang Qilin dared not face.
"Wu Xie..."
"blind....."
"Fatty..."
"Pink little man..."
Before that, Zhang Qilin actually had a small notebook, in which he recorded every person he could still remember.
The blind man once jokingly asked, you have recorded so many things about Wu Xie, how many pages will there be after the blind man dies?
Zhang Qilin looked serious and said, "You are in my notebook, but unfortunately a part of it is lost."
At that time, the blind man seemed to be crying and laughing. Zhang Qilin didn’t understand. He didn’t understand for a long time. When Wu Xie left, when Fatty left, when Xiaohua left, the blind man was always by their side.
Later, when the blind man left, he didn't know where he went and he couldn't find him.
Next to the three graves he added the blind man's cenotaph.
Wu Xie is not blind to his feelings for Zhang Qilin, but time is an unsolvable problem, and neither of them spoke out.
Zhang Qilin is not afraid of death, he is just afraid of separation.
Fear of being left behind.
It was rainy in the south. Zhang Qilin often stayed by the four tombs in the days when he could remember. Later, he lost his memory and began to search all over the world again.
The joy of seeing familiar marks and the sadness of seeing the blurred years.
He met the Zhang family again, and then sent them away. From then on, there was only one Zhang Qilin in the world.
The descendants of the Zhang family have lost the ability to live long lives, and they feel that the family their parents talked about is all fabricated.
No one believed it.
Zhang Qilin has experienced all kinds of separations and deaths. Perhaps there are more important people in his life, but he has forgotten them.
I hope you are doing well during these long and familiar years.
You are still young, but we are all old and our ashes are gone.
The god is still a god, he just has some doubts and worldly airs.
But his worldly spirit left.
The box containing the suicide note and gifts was found again, but it had already weathered.
The Zhang family will find a new identity for him, and he will walk alone in the world.
He would turn his head when he heard someone calling the mute, Mr. Zhang.
He would also look at that person when someone called him "brother".
But that was a long, long time ago.
Whether it is the Nine Gates, the Wang Family, or the organization, they all disappeared in time.
Things are wrong.
The place where the story of Wu Sanju began has also been renamed. There is no Wu family in Hangzhou, and there is no Jiumen in Changsha.
There is only Zhang Qilin in the world.
All the grudges and hatreds seemed to disappear.
Wu Sanju could no longer enter, and neither could the blind man’s yard, because they had new owners.
The ancient tomb has also become a place protected by the state, and the Zhang family ancient building has also been protected.
If he were to die, he would probably go to the Bronze Gate.
The snow-capped mountains of Medog are still crystal clear, but later people no longer remember Zhang Qilin, and the old and young lamas have also left.
His stone statue was also moved away, and there is a new story here.
Legend has it that there was a family member named Zhang who fell in love with a Tibetan girl and gave birth to a child named Xiaoguan, which has the same meaning as the Han Chinese call baby, that is, both are treasures to their parents.
Longevity may be the beginning of regret.
After everyone leaves, will Zhang Qilin be sad when he sees himself in other worlds? I don’t want him to be sad.
People in the same place have been reincarnated from generation to generation and have long forgotten about it, and the stilt houses have also disappeared.
Familiar places have long become unfamiliar.
Wu Xie is not a perfect person, but he has left a strong mark in Xiao Ge's memory.
Are those who are remembered lucky?
No one remembers what Hei Xia Zi had said or done.
He is the saddest one.
"Do you want green pepper and shredded pork fried rice, you dumb one?"
"Mr. Zhang, would you like a massage? It's free for blind people."
"It's a pity that you only remember Wu Xie."
I thought we were different.