A collection of short stories about Qingshan as snow and yellow

Huang Shaotian is a pilot.

Whenever the trip starts, he puts on his goggles and jumps into the only seat in the small plane.Behind the glass is an eagle's feather that allows him to move forward in a storm, and a swan's feather that allows him to find his way home.

When taking off, his little plane would belch black smoke, and the ropes on the wings would vibrate a few times, shaking into the air.Like all the pilots in the past, he would turn his head to look at the earth, and then disappear into the setting sun along the trail of stars.

His plane is small, but it can fly farther than the sky.

When dawn breaks, he will fly the plane back to the land.

At the end of the earth is a tall tower. Some people say that there is a princess living in the tower, some people say that there is an evil wizard living in the tower, and some people say that there is a princess living in the tower and she is also an evil wizard.Huang Shaotian knew that there were no princesses or wizards in the tower, only his friends there.

His friend is Yu Wenzhou, who has lived in this place for a long time.

Huang Shaotian liked the roar of the plane when it landed, but even with such a noisy sound, it seemed a bit lonely here.He would grab the vines on the wall and climb up until he reached the only window.The vines had grown for so many years that they almost covered the whole tower, they spread freely, and only the windows and windowsills were cleaned.

Sitting on the windowsill, he can see the ocean at the end of the earth.The sea at twilight is like rich, soft black hair, and the sea at dawn is a mirror that reflects the light of the rising sun and hides all the stars behind that glorious curtain.The waves beat against the rocks as they did 1 years ago, just like the rain that blows over this rocky beach, and the wind with a moist fragrance. If they don't come on time one day, then something big is going to happen.

Huang Shaotian shook his legs, humming a ditty without lyrics.In a few moments the window behind him would open and his friend would say good morning to him.At that time, he was going to tell a story about the stars.

When they met for the first time, Yu Wenzhou said: "I know all the secrets on the earth."

At that time, Huang Shaotian's small plane fell into the shallow water, he tried his best to drag it ashore, and then found the tall tower on the shore.Because the vines grew too much, he almost thought it was a big weird tree.

He climbed up the ivy and found the covered window.It took him a long time to pull out the vines in front of the window, and then he found someone watching him from behind the window.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Yu Wenzhou." The man replied.

Huang Shaotian felt that he should smile now. "My name is Huang Shaotian," he said, "I'm a pilot."

The dawn light shone through the window, and he saw Yu Wenzhou smiling at him too.This is their first encounter, nothing unusual.

Yu Wenzhou said that he had been in this tower for so long that he remembered the contents of every book.

There are countless books inside this tower, which record all the secrets on the earth.As big as how many trees there are on the highest mountain in the world, as small as when the nine colors of a flower will bloom, everything will be answered in a certain book.

"So is there anything else you don't know?" Huang Shaotian asked.

"Yes." Yu Wenzhou said, "For example, those stars, I don't know why they are there, and I don't know their stories."

"So," Huang Shaotian thought for a while, "you said 'all the secrets on the earth', is it really the literal meaning of 'on the earth'?"

"I think this statement is quite rigorous." Yu Wenzhou said pertinently.

Huang Shaotian likes being with him.His new friend knows everything and understands everything.He likes sitting on the window sill most, listening to Yu Wenzhou tell stories, and pulling out the ivy around the window while listening.Sometimes he would be so engrossed that he would sit all day long.

Yu Wenzhou's stories are very interesting.He would tell how the wheat and the green flowers were turned into wine, and how the croissants lived in several kinds of elves, and when the last snow of spring came over the moor, and how the grass and young trees woke up from their slumber.He also talked about dancing music boxes, and water-drawing wheels, and rabbits with their long ears and their round tails.

"What color is the rabbit?" Huang Shaotian asked.

"White. White as snow." Yu Wenzhou said.

"Have black eyes like yours?"

"No, redder than a pomegranate."

"How big is it?"

"It's as big as you can hold in your arms."

"So, do you like them?"

"I don't know." Yu Wenzhou said, "Because I haven't seen them before."

"But..." Huang Shaotian thought for a while, not knowing how to describe it, "No matter how I ask, you will always give me the answer. You know more than anyone else."

"So I just know it." Yu Wenzhou blinked, "Although I have many books, the only things I have seen are the things I can see through this window."

Huang Shaotian asked, "Then what can you see from the window?"

"The sea. As written in the book, the calm sea, the rough sea, the deep blue sea, the sea under the moonlight." Yu Wenzhou said, "and the sky—the light at sunrise, the raining clouds, the sunset The red clouds under the sky, and many stars."

Huang Shaotian: "What else?"

"And you." Yu Wenzhou said with a smile.

Huang Shaotian felt very happy for some reason.But thinking of Yu Wenzhou, he felt a little sad.

He is a pilot who has seen vast mountains and wilderness, but the owner of the tower who knows everything has only this small window.How lonely that must be.

A world of croissants, spring snow, hops and fluffy bunnies.But all of those things added up, he thought, could not compare to the sea and starry sky they looked at together.

Huang Shaotian didn't know what it was like to be in the tower.For him, even if there are endless books to read, it should be boring if he never goes out.

"Before I met you, no one talked to me or listened to my stories." Yu Wenzhou said, "So it's probably a bit boring... Once I made a wish, and then you came."

Huang Shaotian asked, "Did it come true?"

"I think it should be." Yu Wenzhou replied.

"Ah, that's great." Huang Shaotian sighed, "My own wish has not progressed at all right now."

"What is it?"

"I want to find a reason."

"What reason?" Yu Wenzhou asked, "It's so strange, I don't know your secret."

"Then treat it as my secret." Huang Shaotian said happily, "Since all secrets are not secrets to you, then a real secret is also very new, right?"

"Now I have a new wish." Yu Wenzhou thought for a while, "I hope one day I can go with you to see the world recorded in the book."

"Really?" Huang Shaotian opened his eyes wide, "Can we leave now?"

"Not yet, but one day it will be possible." Yu Wenzhou looked at the sky, "A prophet told me that when I write down the stories of six thousand stars, I will be able to get out of this tower."

"Six thousand!" Huang Shaotian was surprised, "How many stars are there in the sky?"

"I don't know." Yu Wenzhou shook his head. "When I wanted to count the stars in the night sky, I couldn't remember where I counted them. There were so many of them."

"It's so far away." Huang Shaotian whispered, "It's really far away."

For many days after that, the little plane did not come to the tower.

Until one day, when the sun was rising, the rickety little plane passed through the morning glow and landed on the beach.Huang Shaotian jumped onto the windowsill and said loudly, "I brought you three stories that you have never heard of!"

"What is it?" Yu Wenzhou stretched out his hand out of the window and touched his hand.When the pilot took off his gloves, his hands were as cold as if he had just been taken out of the snow.

"It's the story of the stars." Huang Shaotian announced, "I just flew back from the side of the stars."

Where the stars are located is far away, farther than the sky.The eagle gave him a feather, and the swan gave him a feather, so that he could fly to the stars and return to the ends of the earth.

Yu Wenzhou used a blank notebook to write down the stories he brought back.The first star loves a mouthful of silver spring water. Whenever the night when the stars are brightest comes, the spring water is bathed in its light and dances an invisible dance in the dark night.The second star does not like to talk, even if other stars talk to it, it would rather hide in the dark alone, immersed in peace and loneliness.The third star is always singing, and its song is understood only by the stars, but if people look up at it, they will see it twinkling with the tune.

Huang Shaotian told and told, told the stories of these stars, and Yu Wenzhou memorized them all.At night, they looked at the starry sky through the window together, and this time they only found the third star.That star taught Huang Shaotian the song it sang, and he hummed it to Yu Wenzhou.It was a happy-sounding ditty.

"I'll bring you back the story of the stars," he said, "and when we get to six thousand stars, we'll leave together."

From this day on, Huang Shaotian began to travel back and forth between the starry sky and the earth.

Sometimes he would bring back a whole bunch of stories, sometimes he would just bring one story, some very short, some long.There are more and more books with new stories, and fewer and fewer strange stars.The tower is no longer silent, and the short parting has become less unbearable. The story of each star brings them closer to each other.

Only the sea remains unchanged, it still brings cold rain and wets the window sill where they meet.

When Huang Shaotian brought the story of the 99th star, it was a sunny day.

There was neither rain nor wind at sea, only the sound of the tide echoed in the silence.There are still a few blank pages in the previous notebook, which Yu Wenzhou intends to use to write down the penultimate story.

All the books about the stars are placed in a tall stack in front of the window. "There are already so many," Huang Shaotian said, "I still remember when you wrote your first story, it was like yesterday."

The 99th star has a short story.The stars love the lighthouse on an island. Whenever the lighthouse lights up at night, the stars also twinkle in the sky. The people on the boat will follow their guidance to find the way home.

"That lighthouse," Yu Wenzhou asked, "does it know that there is a star lighting up for him?"

"Xingxing didn't say anything." Huang Shaotian replied.

"Will it want the lighthouse to know?"

"If the lighthouse knows, the stars will be happy too." Huang Shaotian thought for a while, "Because if the lighthouse is also lighting up the stars, isn't it another star on the earth?"

Yu Wenzhou drew a lighthouse and a flower on the edge of the page.

"Can the stars really be seen?" he asked uncertainly.

"I can." Huang Shaotian nodded, "If it were me, I wouldn't need a lighthouse, as long as I have a small lamp, I can definitely see its light."

They chatted and had a peaceful day as usual.When night fell, Huang Shaotian said, "I'm leaving."

Yu Wenzhou asked: "Are you going to listen to the story of the sixth thousandth star?"

"You will hear it soon." Huang Shaotian handed him a new notebook, "When the time comes, you can write the last story on it."

Yu Wenzhou watched the small plane circle around the tower, and then went straight up, disappearing into the sunset.That night, he had a dream of seeing springs and flowers with Huang Shaotian.That dream was so happy that he woke up before dawn and sat by the window waiting for the sun to rise.

He still didn't see the pilot until the sun went down again.

He spent six nights and six days alone, and the little plane never showed up.

On the night of the seventh day, a new star appeared in the sky.When telling those five thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stories, Huang Shaotian had identified those stars one by one with him, but he had never seen this one.It was so bright, shimmering blue, as if it was smiling at him from afar.

That was his last story.

Yu Wenzhou suddenly remembered that notebook.He turned to the first page and found that it was full of words and a blue star was drawn on it.

……

Did you see that star when you opened this page?Or are you still waiting for me, thinking that I might get lost and can't find my way home?

Don't worry, I've found my way.

You know I'm a pilot.What I didn't tell you is that every star was once a pilot, and every pilot, eventually becomes a star.This is our destiny.

I knew long ago that one day, I would fly to the end of the night sky and stay there.I also knew that, like all pilots in the past, I would find a reason to do so.But in the past many years, I didn't find this reason. There are too many wonderful things in this world, so I can't imagine why I want to leave.

When I was confused about my destiny, I met you.You who know all the secrets of the earth, and you who will tell me 1 stories, are alone in the tower with the book, and you can only see the sea and sky through the window.You are so lonely, but so gentle, you know everything, but you don't care about anything.

I bring back the stories of those stars for you.When I found that there were only 99 stars in the night sky, I knew what the reason was.If anyone should see the world with their own eyes, it must be you, you will travel to every corner of the earth, and you will tell the stories you told me to more people.

And I, I will fly to my own destiny.

How I want to go with you to see the flowers on the snow mountain, to taste the elf's croissants, to sit on the grass together, and pinch the long ears of the white rabbit.But even if you see the world alone, don't feel alone.As long as you look up, you will know that I am always by your side.

The story of the [-]th star is a story I dedicate to you.There is a pilot in this story, his favorite person lives in a high tower, he hopes that his favorite person can see this beautiful world, and he is willing to twinkle in the night sky forever for this.

I will become a star.And to me, you are my star.

yours,

pilot

"Is this the story of the Recorder of the Earth and the Stars?" asked the little boy.

"Yes," replied the storyteller.He was sitting on the grass at dusk, hugging a fluffy rabbit, and several children sat around him, listening to him attentively.

A little girl said: "But it's just a fairy tale, isn't it? It's not true."

"Why do you think that?" asked the storyteller.

"Because," the little girl gestured, "because the recorder, how could he know all the secrets? Does he even know what I had for dinner?"

"Maybe there really are such people." The storyteller shook his finger, "For example, your question, let me guess...you had croissants and tomato puree for dinner."

The little girl opened her eyes wide: "You, how do you know?"

"It's a secret." The storyteller said with a smile.

When the evening bell rang, the children said goodbye to him and went to their homes.As the sky gradually darkened, a small figure ran back to the grassy slope and saw that the storyteller was still there.

"I know how you guessed it!" she exclaimed. "You must have seen the tomato juice and bread crumbs on my apron!"

"You're right," said the storyteller, smiling.

The little girl hesitated a little instead. "Well, I'm not saying I don't believe in your fairy tales, your stories are all very nice..." She rubbed the lace of her apron, "Will you stay in our town forever?"

"One day I will travel further and further," said the storyteller to her, "but until then I will tell you some other stories."

"Tell the story of the sixth thousandth star?" she asked.

The storyteller took out a small lamp from under his cloak.The moment he turned on the lamp, the last sunset also disappeared in the sky.

"If you want to hear it, of course you can." The storyteller stood up holding the lamp, "but it's too late now, and I have to take you home, or your parents will be worried."

"Okay," the little girl blinked, "but I have one more question."

"What is it?"

"The stars are so bright now, why do you still have to light a lamp?"

The storyteller pauses and looks into the night sky.The little girl followed his gaze and raised her head. She saw a blue star in the sky, and she blinked her eyes lightly as if happily.

"Because the stars will know," said the storyteller, "even if it is only a small lamp...the stars must see its light."

"Then," the little girl thought for a moment, "why do you want the stars to know?"

The storyteller reached out and touched her head.In the warm light, she seemed to see stars twinkling in each other's eyes.

"Because," he said softly, "I like that star the most, too."

END