A collection of short stories about Qingshan as snow and yellow

Something fell.

It was a snowflake.

It's snowing on this land.People are cleaning the battlefield and arranging the remains of their companions. There is only silence under the sky. Silence is the only way they can deal with death now.Heavy snow fell one after another, and soon it covered the soldiers' hair and shoulders. The snowflakes fluttering in the wind swirled endlessly, singing elegy for the dead in their own language.

Looking at the snow, Huang Shaotian suddenly returned to the winter of the first year.It was also the last summer day, and they sat by the window of the attic, worrying about moving and schooling.Yu Wenzhou said a lot that day, he couldn't remember clearly at first, but now he seemed to remember everything all at once.He said, I will come back, what are you worried about?He said I don't want to leave you either."We still have a lot of summers," he said.

There is no need to give parting a nice name, parting is parting.

"Goodbye..." Huang Shaotian whispered, "I love you."

The other party was so close to him, but seemed very far away. His vision was clear for a moment, and then gradually blurred.He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the shadow——

The picture is not clear.He fell asleep.

When the world was still in summer, Yu Wenzhou sometimes had dreams about winter.

Most of them appeared in the short nap in the attic. Because of the jam experiment, those dreams often smelled of sweet and sour berries for a while, and they seemed not serious at all.At first winter was a cold word in the textbook, but it soon turned into a pure white picture without any life; as he got a deeper understanding of it, glaciers and heavy snow appeared in it, and later he used winter fantasies to change his Everything I saw, flowers and trees withered and died, fields were covered with ice, beasts and humans struggled to survive.It's a very cruel world.

When he wakes up, he often doesn't know where he is, but Huang Shaotian is always by his side, sometimes he falls asleep peacefully on his shoulder, sometimes he sits by the window reading a book about war. Car illustration.Then, as if sticking his head out of the water, he suddenly felt the warmth in the air, knew that everything in the world was normal, and understood that it was still summer.

No matter how good the memory is, it is not easy to recall every detail of the past years exactly.Each of the summers they spent together was so long, filled with bright colors, laughter and tenderness, and so many warm moments.All mingled into something soft and unbreakable.He thought then that if they ever parted, it would be enough to support him on a long journey, to open a book half asleep at dusk and still not feel alone.

Even so, he could still recall many things that shone brightly in the daylight.They also had their childhood days laughing out loud and running through the streets without being accused of being too loud.They went to the same school in middle school, and the classrooms were only two rooms apart. He occasionally stayed to help after school in the afternoon, and Huang Shaotian waited for him by the chariot statue not far from the school gate; The legs are dangling on the wheels, and if you don't pay attention, you will fall from the top.They went to the small pier to take a boat, and it took several months to get used to the swaying sampan. The lake was as blue as the sky. When there was no wind, white clouds piled up in the sky, as if they were going to hang down to the water. the end.The attic of the library is their secret base, they have spent so many afternoons there, there are books and cushions, there is sunshine on the ground in sunny days, there is the continuous sound of knocking on the window sill in rainy days, there is Huang Shaotian ——He is a classmate, a friend, and a sharer of secrets, more important than those.Youth is the best season in life, and he is the best person in that season.

With him in the summer, it seems that it will never end.

When Yu Wenzhou came back to his senses, he realized that he was still on the cold and windy battlefield.Huang Shaotian slept in his arms, with a peaceful look like a carefree boy, but he would never wake up rubbing his eyes again, leaning on his shoulder in the attic with the setting sun slanting.

He knows that he still has to face more battles, and there is still a longer road ahead, so he must do his best to keep going.But in his life, some things can never come back.

Huang Shaotian's hair and eyebrows were covered with a thin layer of snow, and Yu Wenzhou couldn't help smiling as he imagined how the other party would impatiently pat off the snow.He stretched out his hand, wanting to sweep away the snow for him, but suddenly stopped.

Under the skin touched by his fingers, there was a trace of warmth gradually oozing out, like the dawn quietly peeping at the end of the night.

When Huang Shaotian opened his eyes, he felt a chill on his face, and a drop of water hit his cheek.

Yu Wenzhou was looking down at him with an indescribable expression on his face.He tried to breathe a few times, and after he felt that he could make a sound, he opened his mouth and asked, "Oh my god, are you crying?"

"No." The other party said firmly.

In the next second, Huang Shaotian knew that he was not being stubborn.Drops of water fell one after another, drenching them all in a blink of an eye.He stared at Yu Wenzhou's dripping hair, unable to react for a moment: "What's going on... How did I wake up? Who poured water on your head?"

Then he was pulled into a suffocating hug.For a while, Yu Wenzhou couldn't utter a word, and he didn't let go until Huang Shaotian struggled weakly in his arms.

"We want to thank the world," he said, "for sending you back."

Huang Shaotian looked around in a daze.More and more people jumped out of the chariot, knelt down on the blood-stained land and wept bitterly.They saw the falling snow gradually melt, and finally turned into a torrential rain, and the whole world was shrouded in rain; people didn't care even if they were soaked, their tears and voices were drowned in the heavy rain, and the long winter All the sorrow in it melts into a glorious reverberation of hope.

In the last snow and the first rain, people have once again survived the struggle against the world.The snowpacks will melt, and so will the ice beneath them, hibernating seeds will sprout again, new leaves will sprout from dry branches, boats will cross the thawed river, girls will put their skirts back on, and mottled fences will be shattered. Painted in pink, sky blue and grape purple, kids can't wait to run over them and get out in the sun.

A drop of water landed on Huang Shaotian's palm.It glows faintly there, like that's how it's always been.

"Is this rain?" Huang Shaotian asked softly.

At this moment, in the heavy rain that declared that winter has finally come to an end, I don’t know how many people are also looking up at the sky, mourning for the fate of this world.The muddy ground would be full of flowers, and young people would have no idea what was going on here as they hurried across the meadows, or whiled away afternoons reading under the trees.

Where they fought, there will be people living happily in the future.

"Summer," Yu Wenzhou said, "this is our summer."

END