When the boy and the girl first fell in love, the boy folded a thousand paper cranes for the girl and hung them in her room. The boy told the girl that these thousand paper cranes represented his thousand heartfelt wishes.
At that time, they were basking in the sweetness and happiness of their love every second. Later, the girl gradually distanced herself from the boy. The girl got married and went to France, to Paris, a place she had dreamed of countless times.
When they broke up, the girl told the boy that they both needed to face reality, and that it was a second chance at life. She said she had to seize every opportunity, that he was too poor, and she couldn’t imagine a life together with him…
After the girl went to France, the boy sold newspapers, did temporary jobs, and small trades, working diligently at each one. Many years passed, and with the help of his friends and his own efforts, he finally had his own company. He became wealthy, but he still couldn’t forget the girl.
One day, while it was raining, the boy saw an elderly couple walking slowly ahead from his black Audi. He recognized them as the girl’s parents, so he decided to follow them. He wanted to show them that he not only had a car but also owned a villa and a company, proving that he was no longer poor but a young boss. He drove slowly behind them.
The rain kept falling, and even though the elderly couple had an umbrella, they were still getting wet from the slanting rain. When they reached their destination, the boy was stunned—it was a cemetery. He saw the girl, smiling sweetly at him from the porcelain photo on the tombstone. Beside the small grave, strings of paper cranes hung from thin wires, appearing so vivid in the drizzle.
The girl’s parents told the boy that she never went to Paris. The girl had cancer and went to heaven. She wanted the boy to succeed and have a warm home, so she had made such a decision. She said she knew the boy would succeed. The girl also mentioned that if the boy ever visited her grave, he should bring some paper cranes. The boy knelt before her grave, tears streaming down his face.
The rain during the Qingming Festival didn’t seem to stop, drenching the boy. He remembered the girl’s pure smile from many years ago, and his heart began to bleed.
As the elderly couple left the cemetery, they saw the boy standing not far away, with the door of his Audi already open for them. From the car’s speakers, a mournful song played, “My heart does not regret, repeating all for you, a thousand paper cranes, a thousand feelings, flying in the wind.”
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