Some people say that the joys and sorrows of today are the continuation of yesterday and the seeds of tomorrow's encounter. So I think of Isa, a girl with short black hair and a thin face who walks around with a big rucksack on her back. I liked her at first because of her rough and sincere smile, her right eyebrow with a blank section and not very well smeared. Delicate red nails. This time Isa came to a cold and dark town in northeastern France. When she couldn't find any friends she could stay with, she still cut out some pictures from magazines to make cards and sold them to passersby to make some money. In the cafe, she met a person who offered a job in a garment factory, so she met another girl, Mary, who had blond hair, a delicate face, and a fragile, melancholy and sensitive girl. Two people who can't seem to cross each other have a story that belongs to them.
I don't know why Isa chose to stay, because of this friendship or the diary of Sadrina, the daughter of the real owner of their apartment. Anyway, two different people, Isa and Mary, lived in that apartment together, looked for a job together and even had a seemingly non-existent love together, but their attitude towards love seemed to imply their final separation. When Isa was seriously looking for a job, she was reading her diary about her first love, about her mother’s boyfriend, about her waiting diary that was deliberately placed under her mother’s mattress, for Sadrina, who had lost her mother and was in a vegetative state, hoping that she would wake up one day. , she couldn't get Mary's affirmation, but Mary emptied herself into the love of the romantic rich kid Keith. Mary naively and stubbornly believes that this love will allow her to escape from the life she has long hated, so even after seeing Keith recklessly flirting and kissing with others over and over again, she will end up indulging in her own fantasies and returning to Keith. By my side, even Isa's repeated admonitions were of no avail. In the end, the disillusionment of love makes Mary become hysterical, and after a quarrel that seems to have accumulated for a long time, Isa re-packs a large rucksack full of fragments of ideals and leaves the apartment that is about to be sold. Before Isa left the small town, Sadrina woke up from danger. Isa stopped at the door and quietly smiled a smile she hadn't seen for a long time. Then she went to the apartment to say goodbye to Mary. The empty room was Mary was lying on the bed with a thin back. After writing the message, Isa saw the blue sky outside the empty windowsill, and the cold Mary on the ground.
Isa and Mary are equally sensitive and kind, but the way they choose is completely opposite. I cannot judge who is right and who is wrong, who is brave and who is cowardly. But suddenly remembered Pu Shu's song title: Life is like summer flowers.
How many people can understand the truth of life.
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