"Mourning" Recommendation: Another Touching Story

A long time ago, there was a fool. The fool always played a 'minor role' in life. In fact, there are many 'minor roles' in our lives, and the fool is one of the most typical examples. The fool is a very polite and good person, and he is also thoughtful. The fool always believes that 'minor roles' are nothing; as long as one has their own sky, takes things lightly, and maintains a good mindset, that is the most important. Sometimes the fool is full of fear for the future; he is afraid of encountering setbacks because he does not know how many setbacks he will face in the future. During school, the fool was an honest and upright student, who never skipped classes, never argued with teachers, and had never fought. Although his academic performance was average and he was not considered a particularly good student by teachers, the fool always tried hard to study, hoping that he could change himself through effort. In the end, the fool still did not get into college. When he was at his most confused, conflicted, and helpless, his parents sent him to the military camp. Life was very miserable for the fool when he first entered the camp. His folded blanket, looking like dog feces, could be seen in the toilet every day. During formation training, he learned to move in sync with the others... The squad leader was very helpless with the fool, constantly ostracizing and mocking him, but the fool silently endured everything without ever making a sound. The autumn wind quietly blew, blowing away the fallen leaves but bringing back memories and longing. The fool could not forget the girl he had secretly admired during school. He picked up the phone and dialed a familiar yet unfamiliar number. The call connected, and the fool was very nervous, his mind blank. After repeated questioning by the girl, the fool said his name. Upon hearing it was the fool, the girl was very happy, and they reminisced about the past together. At this moment, the fool also expressed his inner feelings to the girl and confessed his long-held affection for her. There was a long silence on the other end, but in the end, the girl said to the fool, 'Let's just stay friends!' The fool hung up the phone, dazed, and sat alone in the dormitory silently listening to 'When Your Hair Brushes My Gun,' tears mixed with heartache sliding down his face... Although the fool did not understand romance, he was still a person with a sense of sentiment. He liked the violin. Due to various reasons throughout his life, he had never played this elegant instrument, but the fool said: He likes the beautiful melody of the violin, especially when it plays sad pieces—it is truly beautiful.Although each of us appears normal on the outside, deep down we all harbor some sadness. Life is full of twists and turns, and even cheerful music cannot change the sorrow deep within me. It's like the pieces played on a violin, each note etched deeply in my heart. Yes, I really want to change everything, but I find myself so small, wanting to change but unable to do so. So I decided to quietly enjoy this sadness alone... The god of fate always favors some fools, and as the saying goes, 'Fools have their lucky days.' Later, during a mission, the fool was awarded a third-class merit. The fool's life changed from that moment; he deeply fell in love with his green military uniform. He became more proactive in his work, and life in the barracks gradually changed him... However, as the saying goes, soldiers come and go, and the fool eventually had to face the moment of taking off the uniform. Carrying his backpack, the fool stood at the entrance of the company, staring blankly at the unit he had lived in for two years. Two lines of tears slowly fell from his face... At that moment, the fool forgot the sergeant's ridicule, forgot past unhappiness, and only felt the pain of farewell in his heart. He tightly embraced every comrade who came to see him off, bidding them farewell and saluting them with tears in his eyes as he boarded the train home. The train took him back to his hometown, and before getting off, the fool kept adjusting his attire, gently touching the only remaining symbol of his military service—the National Defense Service Commemorative Medal! Six months after returning home, during this period, the fool maintained the good habits of military life, kept his house in perfect order, and also started working, becoming a diligent office worker and beginning a new life. During this time, the fool met many girls. Because of his soldierly demeanor, many admired him, but he rejected them all one by one. In the fool's heart, there was still a love and pain that he harbored, so he tried to contact the girl he once loved. After such a long time, the girl the fool had loved had already changed her phone number. After inquiring through various channels, the fool finally obtained her number, and he dialed it again. When he heard that familiar yet strange voice, the fool choked up. He invited the girl out for a meal, and she agreed. Overjoyed, the fool couldn't sleep all night; he felt that the thing he had lost for so many years was finally found again!The next day, the fool arrived early at the agreed-upon restaurant. The fool held tightly in his right hand the gift he wanted to give the girl—his beloved National Defense Service Commemorative Medal. As time passed by second by second, the fool still did not see the girl. An hour, two hours passed, and the girl still hadn't arrived… At that moment, the fool suddenly received a text message from the girl: 'Please forgive me, forget about me!' At that moment, the fool suddenly realized that he was still just a 'minor character'! He frantically ran out of the restaurant, running and screaming nonstop, hot tears streaming down his face… He tightly held the National Defense Service Commemorative Medal, his heart aching as if being twisted by a knife. At that moment, a breeze blew past, and the fool suddenly remembered a song. He forcefully wiped away the hot tears on his face and sang loudly: 'When your delicate hands leave my shoulders, I won't bow my head or shed two lines of tears. Perhaps the path we take is not in the same direction, but I sincerely wish you well, my dear girl…'