Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

The train started slowly on the track, countless raindrops fell from the sky, hit the windows, splashed water droplets, turned into water streams, blurred the vision, and the cold wind blew the curtains, bringing the wet water vapor outside the windows.

On the gray earth, vehicles are like little ants walking in the vast world. Wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas, people keep loading old things onto trucks in this rainy season, while some people stand in the rain, staring blankly at the ruined city under the rain curtain, doing Final farewell.

The train keeps moving forward, the speed is getting faster and faster, everything in the sight is gradually going away, becoming more and more blurred, until finally it can no longer be seen.

Leaning against the car window, Hersia quickly wrote black letters on the yellowed paper with a pen. This is a story depicting an ancient legend. The individual in the story, those ancient survivors who lost their homes, once wore Passing through the dark and empty universe, they came to a brand new world. They came for refuge, and finally found a safe place to live on this remote land.

The small pavilion is built on a solitary hill, surrounded by no human habitation, only desolate grasslands and wilderness, and occasionally there will be wind fish riding the cold current from the north to go south and cross the sky.

The silver wind fish will reflect a shimmering scale light on sunny days, and when it encounters water mist, it will condense into water droplets on the surface of the wind fish and fall, forming a continuous rain curtain.

Wind fish is an extraordinary creature that likes rainwater. In this season, it will play and shuttle in the rainwater, cruising in the sky, just like the underwater world.

Gradually, more and more people live here, and the small pavilions have become tall buildings built on the mountain, and they continue to expand outward. Some tall buildings even go straight into the sky. Whenever it rains, you can sit Beside the window sill, watching the silver scale wind fish swimming by outside.

In mid-July, the heat wave of summer fades away slowly, and the most lively celebration in the city arrives. Under the hand of adults, children walk among the palaces, terraces and pavilions, watching performances along the street. There are dancers with sleeves, and there are also poets who play the pipa and tell stories.

The tall towers and palaces bloom with layers of colorful lights at night, reflecting the dark night sky. Aircraft shuttle through the ancient and advanced floors, like thousands of birds, and are extremely lively.

Although it is an era of advanced technology, people still miss the customs handed down in the past and pass them down from generation to generation.

However, the tide of the times has slowly swept to the corner of this remote star field.

The protracted civil war has begun, and the demand for military industry has become more and more vigorous. Countless immigrants have relocated from various parts of the Federation, and giant companies have also sent many technicians to this remote planet to support the establishment of underground cities. Mining continues. , The machinery roaring like a giant beast resounded day and night.

These industrial behemoths are like the steel backbone of the Federation. Under their support, space battleships that intimidate the galaxy take off and rush into the vast universe. The blue tail flames are like stars rising slowly, covering the sky. day, no matter how many suns there are in the sky.

Dark raindrops fell from the sky, birds were submerged in the muddy water, wind fish no longer visited the city, tall buildings stood alone in the rain, and no one was seen on the streets.

Decades of brutal civil wars have finally come to an end, and innovations are being carried out throughout the Federation with an unstoppable trend. Slowly ushered in a new life.

Slowly, the industrial behemoths on this planet gradually stopped, and the industrial groups that once spread all over gradually evacuated. Some buildings that were too late to move and could not be taken away were exposed to the rain, and slowly turned into ruins full of ruins. , regrettable, but also helpless.

In the ups and downs of the times, a city, a planet, even a country, a civilization is so insignificant that people feel hesitant and helpless.

Everything in the past is gone, complaints, puzzles, doubts, pessimism, all kinds of emotions emerge between the lines of the story, the remaining residents guard in this increasingly cold high-rise building, seeing the deserted ruins spread step by step, until the roof The tiles collapsed, exposing the corroded ridge beams.

Away from the blue sky, falling into the dark underground ruins, the residents who refused to leave wandered between the ancient and stagnant floors, and the day-to-day struggle began.

The corners of the yellowed paper were wetted by the rain from the window, and a little handwriting was hazy in it. Although it affected the reading, it also added a burst of sadness and a sense of time depreciation to the story.

At the end of the writing, the girl's writing speed became slower and slower, and the pause time became longer and longer. She was thinking about how to end such a story.

Is it just a sad story that tells history, is it just a sad legend that misses the past, can it have a happy ending, can it still make people see hope...

"In the end, they stood in the drenching rain, let the cold rain flow over their bodies, and slowly left this place in the bumpy vehicle."

"There is no sad parting, no relieved relief, only such a plain forgetting."

"Not everything is worth remembering, and there is no need to beautify everything in memory. Forgetting may be the best comfort, and they will also build a small pavilion on a new hill."

"The pavilion will gradually become taller, and their children will swim in it happily, not remembering the uncomfortable past, not burdening the children with heavy burdens, and letting them grow up happily and freely, no longer Worried about all the troubles in the past."

"May we all get rid of the shadows of the past and start all over again." The handwriting slowly stopped here, and Hersia put down the pen, sitting by the car window and looking at the world under the rain. At this time, she couldn't see the distance clearly That tiny black-spotted city.

After closing the yellowed note book, she paused for a long time looking at the still blank title page, before Hercia finally wrote a line.

'A bird submerged in the black rain—a thousand sails in memory. '

This is her seven-color picture book, and it is also the dark past memory in her life.

Although her mother, sister, and father have all passed through her life, they all turned into dark deposits in the end, buried deep in her memory. She will remember many words and scenes, and will also forget those sadness and sadness, and no longer indulge in it. In this black rain curtain.

In the future, she will no longer be obsessed with finding those past events and memories, and let these things and her immature self be deeply sealed in the distant past. Maybe many years later, she will reopen this book and read it. Those blurred and wet writing.

Life is still long, and a new title page will slowly open.