I made some shrimp and fish for snacks.

Huan bought a new Pura X a long time ago, but she didn’t tell me.

我想给你写一首诗

不止是为了完成我们之前的愿望

而是从一开始早我就想这样去做了

02

我该如何描述你的特别

你对我而言有多特别

可能从那颗眉间跟着表情变动的痣

可能从阳光洒满着你会呼吸的毛孔

可能从你靠近我时那种原生的温柔

在遇见你之前

我从未想过

这个世间竟会有这样的爱

生生不息地缠绕

不止疲倦

03

你对我而言有多特别

不止是想在你的心里种一朵花

而是想把那些在黑暗中零散的光

拼成一整个星空给予你

而我竟没发现

你已经轻易在这片黯然的土壤

播种下许许多多的种子

现在早已生根发芽

当我们彼此心与心靠近时

那股能量开始显现

04

你对我而言有多特别

墙角绿意的苔藓

阳光穿梭的树叶

发光缓慢的云朵

离别对我而言

既悲伤又欢喜

相逢对我而言

既憧憬又迷茫

而当我想到

在地球的同一块画布上

只要我们一抬头

我们可以拥抱同一颗月亮

我便不会觉得孤单

05

我不知道这首诗写多久

而是当我一想到你

想到你在某一个经纬度行走着

我便会因为这份存在充满幸福

我知道

不是你对我而言有多特别

而是你本身特别的光芒

映射在我生命的故事里

如果可以

我希望在这不喜不悲的世界里

朱朱

我爱你！

日记

最后一周，我和朱朱是在离别中度过的。比想象中的好多了，至少没有一直哭。

这周和朱朱在一起我们似乎一直在和大家告别，从亲人到朋友再到我们。我和朱朱度过很多美好时光，哪怕周末需要坐很多的车，我从未觉得有多疲惫。每一次一看到朱朱就觉得很安心很幸福。

离别前一晚，峰哥送我和朱朱去机场附近的酒店，我们一路切换掉伤感的音乐。生怕眼泪掉出来，朱朱紧紧抓着我的手。到了酒店，我们相拥在一起，在抱紧彼此的那一秒，我们瞬间红了眼眶，眼里闪烁着星星。晚上我把头靠在朱朱的肩膀上。房间的灯光映射着我们两个人的身影在枕头上面。我清晰的看到了自己的鼻子和睫毛在闪动。

那一晚我们都没怎么睡着，朱朱会醒来看我，我也会抱紧朱朱。时间过的好快。如果没有离开，我们是不是还在白云区老旧的街道散步，感受周围的绿植，看遥远的散云。可我们不得不面对分别。

我们赶上酒店五点半的送机班车，我们带着疲惫一直拉着彼此的手，从没松开。

我们和往常见面离别一样拥抱亲吻，我看他大步走向安检口排队，我们相互挥手，在转过头那一秒，我的眼泪夺眶而出，尽管我并不觉得这是一场盛大的离别。

从机场送完朱朱回来，我再不敢在房间逗留，这个房间虽时间短，充满了朱朱和我的记忆。我立刻收拾行李酒店出发去地铁口去坐高铁。在路过一片绿荫，这里有许许多多的草丛在叫着。我的心暂时得到了平静。我不知道人生会有几个分别的会让我们如此难过，但没有关系，我们都会走向美好的未来。朱朱给我拍了机场那边的天空很美。已经有阳光照耀了。我这边还是阴的，但是马上也会有阳光照过来了。

这一路上，我在奔向明天，朱朱在奔向昨天，再奔向我们的明天。

“If you were Charlie, would you choose to undergo the surgery?” you asked in your last letter.

At the time, my answer was no—ignorance is bliss. But after reading most of the book, I’ve begun to reconsider—this time, through the lens of love.

In the first half of Flowers for Algernon, I had always believed that Charlie’s mother, Rose, was the only person in the world who truly cared for and loved him. I even mistook his father Matt’s calm demeanor for indifference. When everyone else had given up hope that Charlie could ever become “normal,” I was moved by Rose’s relentless determination—whether she was scolding Charlie, pleading with doctors, or arguing with Matt.

But everything changed with Norma’s arrival. It became clear that Rose’s persistence wasn’t about Charlie’s well-being; it was about proving to others that her child wasn’t an idiot—or that she wasn’t the reason for his condition.

The more she tried to prove herself, the more desperate she appeared, the more she clung to the hope of Charlie becoming “smart”—all of which only revealed her subconscious disdain for him. This subconscious rejection ultimately manifested in her threatening Matt with a knife, forcing him to take Charlie away that very night.

In contrast, Matt’s attitude was far more rational and genuine. He believed Charlie had the right to live his own life, even if it was the life of a “simpleton.” He was more concerned with his own survival, with the things he despised and the things he desired. His lack of obsession, his refusal to force anything—that was his way of respecting Charlie.

Now, back to your question: Would we choose the surgery? I think, more often than not, if we were in Charlie’s shoes, we wouldn’t actually have the luxury of choosing the life we want.

What I’ve been pondering instead is: What if we were Rose? Or Matt? Or Norma? Or even Alice? What would we do? That feels more realistic, more practically meaningful for the future. After all, we’re bound to encounter people like Charlie—strangers, neighbors, relatives, children, even friends. Would they be friends?

Could the people in the book be someone we know in real life? If we were Charlie, would we resent them? Would Norma resent her parents? Probably not.

Recognizing true love is difficult. Most of the time, we’re just Charlie wetting his pants, not the Charlie with superhuman intelligence.

Maybe not recognizing it is the better choice—just like refusing the surgery might be.

Love,
Zhuzhu
April 14, 2025

P.S. Character relationship chart: