"We should go to the fireworks conference every year," which was their silent agreement when they were young. Until that year, she disappeared from his life together with this agreement without any sign, and there was no sound trace from then on.
Several years later, he met a strange blind girl in a strange city. But since then, the truth of being late has quietly come to him
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"It's light yellow." The firefly smiled and gently picked off the flower, pinned it to her hair obliquely, hummed a light tone and turned it around leisurely.
"How is it, beautiful?" She looked at me.
"Hmm." Under the light, the firefly wrapped a layer of light halo, like dancing angels.
"Hmm?"
"It's appropriate," I said.
She turned around with satisfaction, continued to sing and walked out of the embrace of the street lamp. So, together with the little flower on her head, the firefly lost the dim yellow luster of the light and became a small silhouette of the moonlight and the night.
"Tell you a secret," said the firefly.
"At night, all things in the world will forget their original colors. Then, they will become the same color as the light near her. What a rascal!"
1、 In the West Bank
When I woke up, the sky was still hazy. Even though the sun had not yet risen completely, most of the east sky had already lit up. It's like a careless guy accidentally knocked over a milk bottle, and a large amount of white spread unrestrained in the sky. Quiet and reassuring white.
In November, the weather has been slightly cool. Every trace of air flowing into the nasal cavity has a mint flavor. I took a deep breath, trying to let these new breath dispel the mixed uneasiness left by last night's dream in my heart. This year is my first year of college life in the West Bank. On the day of enrollment, the new dormitory building was not completed because there were not enough dormitories near the school, so this apartment building named "Qiaonan" became my temporary student dormitory. Although there is a distance from West Bank University, it takes only 15 minutes to go to school by bus in the morning, which is not long. I found myself unexpectedly fond of life in Qiaonan.
In fact, there are reasons. According to the specifications of the school dormitory, my dormitory is probably a "two person dormitory". In some sense, this room, which is already somewhat spacious, is more like my "single room". If I didn't wake up one day and find that the bed opposite is more strange, I would almost forget my "other roommate". He is said to have lived here for a long time. But I don't think his time in this room will be much different from that of the new one. When I first came here, he took me to get familiar with the environment. In the past two months, I have only seen him more than ten times. It seems that he has some "special mission" to complete, so that he has reached the point of "forgetting sleep and food". He is a guy with thick glasses. He is older than me. He always works with ease. No wonder I didn't notice when he slipped back in the middle of the night. Originally, he said his name to me, but because I didn't use it often, I gradually didn't remember it clearly, so I simply called him "Master Shenyou" in private.
Compared with my carelessness about his name, Master Shenyou is very interested in my name. "Hmm? Yixi?" There was a half smile on his face. I can't figure out what funny ambiguity this name can cause. "How did you write it?" I handed him my student card. "Yi, Xi," he read word for word, and the smile on his face became more obvious. "What's the matter?" I looked at him doubtfully and looked at my student card again. "Oh, nothing," he smiled and rubbed his nose. "I just remembered one of my old friends."
Yuze was my playmate when I was a child. So many years later, we were surprised to see each other again in such a place as the university campus. In the evening, I simply celebrated their reunion in the school canteen. The topic of conversation is nothing special. Most of them are about the past, about their hometown, or about their life in recent years. Of course, I also said something about my "temporary dormitory", as well as my "wandering" roommate. He listened with great interest, and sometimes even expressed admiration, saying that he would come to "observe" some time later. Because he had other arrangements, he exchanged contact information and said goodbye before seven o'clock. But I didn't have any activities. I wandered around aimlessly and finally decided to go back early.
Somehow today, somewhere in my heart, I suddenly felt a resistance to the night.
The light of the street lamp flashed in the car again and again, like a pale yellow moonlight surging on the dark tide. I looked out of the window dejectedly, watching the city at the beginning of the bright lights quietly submerge everything in the carriage in a quiet place that can't be seen with neon lights.
A sense of suffocation enveloped the whole body. I stood up and rang the parking bell.
"Hey, Yixi, get off here?" Someone next to me was looking at me, a friend from Qiaonan. I smiled at him, not knowing what excuse to use.
Two stations ahead of schedule. After being calmed down by the night wind on the street, I suddenly found that what I had done was so inexplicable. But I admit in my heart: I don't know when to start, but the confinement of silence at night makes me feel at a loss.
In the front, the street lights in this sparsely populated place draw the shape of the road one by one. The city's night in this place is a bit quiet. In a trance, I felt that the street lamp and I were two creatures forgotten by the night of the city. The wind in November night, like a blade, is scratching the nerves of my skin, and a long lost fear spreads all over my body. My body can't help shaking.
A crisp bell sound came from behind me.
My numb nerves flow through a warm current. It can only be a soul bell that can bring people such peace of mind. I slowed down my pace like a ghost.
There was another sound of bells. It is much clearer than before. I took a deep breath.
"Is it a runaway domestic cat?" I muttered in my heart, and could not help but turn around to trace the source of the voice.
"Hey," it was a female voice, as beautiful as the bell just now. "Do you know the secret of the night?"
I was stunned.
2、 Encounter
"The fireworks are so beautiful, have you seen them?" I shouted into the silence of the microphone, surrounded by noisy crowds.
"Hmm." The voice at the other end of the phone was very light, like a drop of water falling into the waves.
"Where are you? I can't find you."
"I... not very comfortable. I didn't go. I'm sorry." I tried to put the handset into my ear, and barely caught these words.
My heart tightened.
"I saw it on TV," the receiver shook again. "It's beautiful. I'm very happy."
"Are you at home? Let me see you."
"No, I've taken medicine. Just have a sleep. Have fun."
The people around cheered.
"Hey," said Ying, "Happy New Year!"
It is surrounded by a sea of exultation, a carnival of light and fire, a world of flowers interwoven with sound and color.
"Happy New Year!"
"Firefly? Is it a firefly?" When my vocal cords made such a sound, I was shocked.
"What kind of firefly?" With the sound of the bell, he caught some mischief. "If it's fireflies, I don't seem to have met them... there are many flies."
Reason told me that the girl in front of me was not, and could not be, her. But in the light of the street lights, the two people are quite similar. Shoulder length black hair, dark red hair clip, dark blue denim sling skirt wrapped under the pink coat
"The spirit of the night." This word came out of my mind inexplicably.
Then, I saw the blind staff with two silver bells tied on one end, which she was leaning against.
"Is she blind?" My heart felt a little heavy. I can't imagine that the big eyes under those drooping eyes can't receive a glimmer of light from around.
"Sorry, that... do we know each other?" Compared with the appearance of this girl, what surprised me more was what she said earlier.
"I don't think so." She scratched her head with her fingertips. "I've seen it in the car. It's called... Yixi, isn't it?"
Even though she could not see anything, it did not hinder her curiosity at all. I tried to recall the scene on the bus. Is it the girl sitting in the position facing the back door? Did you remember my name just by a friendly greeting? If I used to scold a "madman" in my heart, I would ignore it if I dealt with it. But at the moment, the girl in front of me is full of... to a greater extent - curiosity.
"Yes - then you are..."
"Man."
The girl walked slightly in front of her, her crutches knocked on the ground from time to time, and the bell tied to the crutches made a pleasant sound. Her pace is not slow. I follow on the left.
"Well," she said suddenly, "in such a remote place, is one not afraid of meeting bad people when walking at night?"
Inexplicable joy.
"What about you? Aren't you afraid... What if I am a bad person?"
She giggled, and I couldn't help laughing with her. "You don't look like... because the bad guy had no friends when he was just in the car."
What a strange logic.
"My home is in front. Anyuan," she said, "where are you?
"My dormitory is in the south of the bridge. In front of me."
As soon as I said that, I regretted it. I was afraid that she would ask me to get off early again, so I immediately tried to figure out what excuse to use.
"Hmm? Dormitory?" She looked back. "Is it school? Middle school or university?"
I was stunned.
"Ah? What about the university, West Bank University?"
"It's good to be able to go to school," she smiled. "What about the great school? Can you tell me something about it?"
I looked at her, and a lot of question marks came into my mind: Did she not go to school? What is her daily life like? What kind of story is this girl with?
"Hey, Sister Mann! Are you back?" A middle-aged woman greeted her in front, probably her mother. Eh? Has Anyuan arrived yet? When I looked around, I found a residential building on the right, whose exterior wall was painted white, very conspicuous.
"Well, back," she said happily. After saying that, she turned her head slightly to me and said, "Well, here we are. It's nice to see you."
"Me too", I waved to her - although she could not see, "Goodbye."
They walked into the building hand in hand, and the bell stopped suddenly as the door closed. I recovered and prepared to move on. In this position, you can see the roof of the building in the south of the bridge. You only need to walk a little more.
The bus stop near the gate caught my attention.
"Is... Anyuan next to Wende?"
The light dyed the stop sign an intoxicating light yellow. What happened just now seems so true and unreal.
"Is it called Man?" I subconsciously looked back at the residential building with sporadic lights on, "What kind of girl are you?"
3、 My story with Ying
Maybe it was because the two families were very close at that time. I played together with Ying when we were very young. It seems that for some reason, Ying has been very weak since she was young, and her family has also taken great care of her, so she didn't dare to do many hard work. So I think she is always free. Every time before I go out to find someone to play, she has already stood in front of my window.
Compared with Ying, my personality is a little lonely. I have been suffering from "dark phobia" since I was five or six years old, commonly known as "afraid of the dark". It is especially obvious when you are alone. This is an interesting contrast with my name - the night is really not "beautiful" in my eyes. The firefly soon found out.
I remember one day when I woke up after a nap. It was already dark and there was no one at home. Later, I learned that my parents went to the door that afternoon and saw that I was sleeping soundly. They couldn't bear to wake me up. However, I forgot the time and didn't come back until very late. Ironically, when the gate was tripped at home, the lights could not be turned on. Home suddenly becomes a dark world.
I'm scared to death.
I huddled in bed, feeling like I was in the sea of darkness. Tiny movements in the darkness - even the collision sound of the kitchen utensils hanging in the kitchen caused by the wind is like an invisible hand, bit by bit gripping my throat. The darkness is like the tide. Without my body, I can't breathe. I finally couldn't help crying, and the more I cried, the louder I became.
"Yixi, Yixi?" vaguely, I heard someone calling my name. Undoubtedly, it's firefly.
Our two kitchens face each other. I wiped my tears and snivel with one hand and felt black with the other. I walked and crawled to the kitchen. Opposite the stainless steel anti-theft window is the dazzling light from the kitchen of Yingjia. Lying on the grid of the anti-theft window, Ying learned to make phone calls and repeatedly shouted, "Hello, hello? Is Yi Xi at home?" I tried to stop tears and responded with a tearful voice: "Hello? I am Yi Xi, Yi Xi is at home. Is it Ying?"
"Yi Xi, Yi Xi. I'm Ying," she said excitedly. "Don't cry, don't be afraid. Our house is so bright, you won't be afraid when you look at it."
Silly girl, she turned on all the lights in the whole room.
Is her family not there?
"Yixi didn't cry." I wiped my face again. I can't let a girl see my ugly appearance.
In this way, the two people talked with each other happily. Until something happened outside the door. It was my parents who came back.
"Goodbye, I'm going to hang up," I said.
"Goodbye Yixi," she said happily.
It seems that from then on, every time when Ying's family took her out to play, she would call me, especially at night. The annual New Year fireworks show in my hometown is no exception. This seems to have become an invisible agreement. The fireworks show is held every year, and this agreement has never changed. Thanks to her persistence, my withdrawn personality has greatly improved, and my dark phobia has also improved.
Even if the relationship between the two families is very good, they will make fun of each other in a party at ordinary times - it is even easy to speculate whether they did something like "getting married" before we were born. But it can be said that "love" is more like the "third party" in our relationship, as if two people have made an agreement not to talk about something related to it.
Ying grew up very beautiful, like a doll. When there began to be a hazy relationship between boys and girls, her pursuers never stopped. From time to time, she would talk to me about the troubles caused by these ignorant emotions. Although I don't understand them, they would feel much more comfortable talking like this.
In the present words, fluorin is probably my idol. She is a firefly flying in the night sky. Where her light shines, it is a peaceful night that makes people yearn.
Later, Ying moved, and so did I. We moved to different corners of our hometown. And they go to school in different classes. Later, we went to different schools and had less contact. But the agreement of the annual fireworks party has never been broken.
Until the fireworks party three years ago, she stood up. Since then, I have never found her again.
My firefly disappeared.
4、 Reunion
After December, the weather turns cold and people's actions become lazy. The originally remote south of the bridge has become increasingly sparsely populated. However, the whereabouts of Master Shenyou became more erratic. He was seen four or five times a month before, but now it is rare to see him. The newly aired clothes that appeared on the balcony from time to time told me in silent language that "he came back". It is estimated that even if I came back, it would be midnight. What on earth did he do? Every time he asked, he kept his mouth shut. But I still have to make up my mind: next time I catch him, I will at least ask about him. After all, having a "mysterious" roommate is not entirely a good thing.
As for college life, there are not many things worth mentioning. Learning is still the main theme of every day, and the library has become my favorite place on campus. Club activities from time to time add color to the monotonous campus life. That's probably all I have to say. Fortunately, the independent dormitory has not formed any barrier in my interpersonal communication. Although the people who usually play more are those in Qiaonan, there are also many "good friends" in the class. Because of curiosity about each other's dormitory life, the topic of conversation usually revolves around this. Yuze said that he had joined the Student Union as an officer. Because of his work, he seldom gets out on weekends, and his visit to Qiaonan has to be postponed again and again. Even so, he said he would go when he was free and would never break his promise.
Most of the time in a week, I would read in the library very late and leave for Qiaonan when the library was nearly closed. Perhaps for this reason, I haven't seen Mann since that dream like November night. But something in my heart that can't tell the shape is telling me that I still care about her. So one Saturday morning, I went to Anyuan.
The weather was fine that day. After several days of cold and cloudy days, the sun finally appeared. The earth was baked warm. On the way, I saw quilts and clothes drying in front of each house, which was very spectacular. The crowd can finally be seen on the street. Did you come out to bask in the sun and exercise your muscles in the good weather.
Just getting out of the car, I heard the children laughing in the yard opposite the low wall. When I walked around the gate, I saw a group of children laughing and running around several adults in the small open space in front of the residential building, as if they were playing some games.
Next to the open space, I saw a familiar figure.
Man in a yellow sweater is wearing a pink and white wool hat. She closed her eyes and sat on the stone bench relaxed, smiling as she listened to the children playing with adults. Like a cat taking a nap, quietly receiving the gift of the sun.
I stood there and watched, not having the heart to disturb this beautiful painting.
One of those adults recognized me. "Are you looking for Sister Mann?" She greeted me with a smile.
It was the middle-aged woman who came to pick up Mann that night.
I nodded unnaturally.
Mann stopped laughing, subconsciously picked up the crutch beside him and stood up - "Who?"
The woman walked over, held Man with one hand, pointed at me, and said something to her with a smile. Man's face relaxed a lot. "Is it... Yixi?" Man came to me with his help. "I'll do it myself," she whispered to the man holding her. "Well, yes," I was a little happy when she said my name, "Qiaonan is quite near here. I'm free today, so I came to... see you."
I'm a bit awkward today. It should be that the weather was too cold a few days ago, and my tongue was frozen.
"Why don't I take you out today?" she said excitedly.
I always feel that the people she talks about are always in reverse.
"Of course --"
I looked at the woman standing beside her. She looked at me kindly and mouthed "Be careful" to me. I made a "ok" gesture and looked back at Man.
"No problem!"
5、 Going out
Man's face is happy. She closed her eyes and probed the road with the blind stick tied with the bell. Like a newborn baby, he gropes the world curiously.
I saw her walking like this, but I felt it was a kind of enjoyment.
"Where do you want to go?" she asked.
I looked at the street sign.
"Go shopping," I said.
"Good," she said brightly.
The pedestrian street at the weekend was already very busy, and today is a hard sunny day, so there are many people shopping. I looked at Man beside me and began to wonder if I had made a wrong decision.
"Come here," she said.
Man untied the two silver bells on the blind stick and handed them to me.
"Here you are," she said, "I know the sound of the bell. There are too many people. What if I lose you?"
I feel awkward.
It seems unnecessary to worry about her "vulnerability" again. This girl, who can't see the world, has a strong self-esteem that aspires to be on a par with normal people.
I gently accepted her kindness and tied the bell to the shoulder strap of the backpack.
In this way, we walked through piles of clothing stores, boutiques, snack bars... Although she didn't like anything, she had a close look at what people put out to sell, which was really a "hand addiction".
Instead, I tasted a lot of snacks, and even saved the time for lunch. I can't help wondering how long she hasn't eaten. It seems that as long as it is "sounds delicious", Man is the same sentence - "Boss, take one of them". The boss of Lede's snack bar was about to recognize her as his own daughter. Before leaving, he kept saying, "Girl, come again next time, I'll invite you!"
It was already afternoon when we walked out of the pedestrian street, and we began to plan where we would go next.
"It's my turn," said Man. "Let me take you somewhere."
I followed her to take the express bus to the suburbs. The bus left the business district, passed through a large forest, and went to the mountain in the north of the city. It becomes quiet all around. Compared with the noisy pedestrian street just now, it seems to be another world - sparse figures, mixed bird songs, and soft sunshine from lush shade... This city has hidden such a paradise! I was very surprised.
We got off the bus halfway up the mountain and took the climbing road to the mountain. Mann's travel speed is actually the same as that of ordinary people, and it is also the same when climbing stairs. I don't have to deliberately slow down to accommodate myself. Man walked without saying a word, and I followed him without saying a word. The bell tied to the backpack made a clear sound. The atmosphere became a little strange.
"Say," I couldn't help talking, "what's the use of this bell? Is it like a pet cat or a dog, afraid you will lose it?"
It is a provocation used to lead the topic.
"Of course not - or, not before today," she smiled slyly, "it is to remind some people without eyes: 'Hey, hey, there are people here, don't bump into them.' Some people have eyes, but they don't use them well, even blind people are inferior."
"Isn't there a special way - I mean blind... blind." I subconsciously avoided saying that word.
"The blind road here is the most dangerous place in the world, which only makes the disabled more disabled," Man smiled. "My hands, crutches and bells are the things I trust most in the world."
There were only two footsteps and bells left.
"Here we are," Man said excitedly, touching the stone bench beside him.
As soon as I looked up, I inadvertently took a panoramic view of the whole West Bank city.
In the light sunset, countless cars and people are flowing on the streets of this city. In this view, everyone is just an inconspicuous drop in the stream. They flash past so quickly in the place within sight. But even if I can't see my face clearly, I can still strongly feel that these fresh lives are all struggling to live for their own lives. The insignificance and uniqueness of life are revealed at this moment.
The heart was greatly shocked.
"In the past, when I was unhappy, my father would take me here to sit on this stone bench, watch the city, watch the sun go down, and then he would say to me, 'Look, other people are working so hard, and they will certainly encounter many more problems than you, much bigger, but they have persevered, why don't you work so hard?'" Man said softly.
"But after I became blind, I never dared to come here again. I always felt that I could not see anything. What's the meaning of this place? These people and things, their lives, how hard they worked, what's the meaning for me?"
Man sat on the stone bench, closed his eyes and was silent for a long time.
"I found that even though I could not see it, I could still smell the cool sweet smell of rain and dew in the air when the sun went down. I could still hear the people at the bottom of the mountain rustling and talking like ants, and the cars humming and buzzing in all directions like bees..."
"How lovely, life," she opened her eyes and smiled sadly. "How nice..."
Man began to cry without warning, and his tears hit his sweater like rain. I was startled and hurriedly took out a tissue from my backpack to wipe her. Unexpectedly, she grabbed my arm and held it tightly, only crying and crying
The rain all over the world seems to fall on the mountains on the west bank tonight.
I can't bear to guess how much pain Mann suffered after losing his sight. Only know at this moment, I was so deeply trusted by this strong girl.
6、 Mann's past
I usually slept with my pillow, but I lost sleep tonight.
I lay in bed, and what happened today was repeated before my eyes. There is a piecemeal puzzle in my mind, an invisible hand slowly pieced together the pieces, but I can't see what kind of secret is hidden under the broken memory.
On the way home, Man never said a word again. Her eyes have always been closed since she went down the mountain. Even if the tears had dried, her eyes were still red and swollen, and she did not want to be seen.
Silence became the only language between us.
Man's cell phone rings.
After she pressed Answer, she only said softly "Now back". Probably that woman called.
"How was it? Did you have a good time today?" The woman asked enthusiastically when she met. Man smiled and nodded, his eyes still closed. "Well, I went shopping and climbed mountains today," I said. "Do you want to climb the mountain in the north of the city?" The woman looked at me with wide eyes and looked at Man again. Man nodded again. "It's amazing." She looked at me with a surprised face.
After exchanging contact information, we said goodbye. The woman accompanied Man into the door of the residential building, and I turned to leave.
"Child, please wait here."
It was the voice of the woman. She motioned to me to wait for a moment and sent Man upstairs.
After a while, the iron door opened. The woman came over with a bag full of things.
"I don't know how to thank you for helping Sister Mann so much. It's hard," she said, putting the bag into my hand. I realized that it was a whole bag of fruit. "Take some care, kid."
I was shocked, and subconsciously put my hands to push it away - "It's OK, you're too polite, I can't take this."
She was stunned, but she said again, "Well, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Man's aunt. She has lived here since their accident."
"Something happened?" I was surprised.
"Man -- she didn't mention it to you?" The woman was surprised.
"At the beginning of 2012... that is, three years ago?" I said to myself, and some mixed memories came to my mind.
"Although she was rescued, she could not see," she sighed. This blow is too big for her. We are always afraid that she will not survive. "
"But you know what, child?" She looked at me. "Since you sent her back that night, she's just like a different person.
"The next morning, she got dressed early in the morning, walked out of the room and had breakfast with us. She also talked with us, and sometimes she could see a smile... I was really surprised! Today, she went hiking!" The more she said, the more excited she was, and she had to stop to calm down.
"My child, you really - really, it's a miracle," she put the bag into my hand, "please take it."
Is she talking to me? I just didn't turn around - didn't Man come to talk to me that night? I really can't remember what I helped her.
The wrist and heart are pulled by something heavy. Nerves on one side of the face send out bursts of pain. My head was dizzy, I said goodbye incoherently and turned back.
Lying on the small bed in my room, I felt very tired after a day, but I didn't feel sleepy. At the thought of her aunt's words and what happened today, my head felt dizzy.
"Do you know the secret of the night?"
"At night, everything in the world will forget its original color, so it will be dyed with the same color as the light near her."
"What a rascal."
I fell asleep in a daze.
7、 Engagement
The winter solstice is coming soon, because the exam is coming, the study becomes heavy, and I can't go back to my hometown to spend time with my family. Although my mother said it didn't matter on the phone, she still felt some regret.
Something has happened these days. Probably because of the end of the term, there were fewer activities in the club. Yuze had time to visit Qiaonan. Unexpectedly, he began to yearn for this place and asked repeatedly how to move here. I shook my head and reluctantly told him that because the new dormitory of the school had been put into use, I would also move back to the school soon, and his dream of South Bridge might be difficult to realize. Even so, the friend in the next room invited him to the winter solstice party in Qiaonan, and he agreed without hesitation.
And the Master Shenyou, he can't even see his shadow these days. But on the phone, he said: "We must come back from the winter solstice, otherwise we will be sorry for the villagers in Qiaonan.".
Everything seems to have become clear.
After school, I saw a familiar figure at the station.
When a bus came into the station, the girl in a light pink coat asked others about the route of the bus.
"Hey, long time no see," I walked over and patted Man on the shoulder. "I am......"
Before I finished, she recognized me: "Long time no see - Mr. Bell."
The bell on the backpack tinkled.
Ah, I forgot to return her the most precious thing that night. I was so used to the existence of this little thing that I didn't notice it for a few days.
With an apologetic face, I untied the bell and reached out to her: "Sorry, the bell... forgot to return it to you."
"You're welcome," she didn't mean to take it back
I smiled helplessly and put the bell in my pocket.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Go home. I have signed up for a training class to learn Braille," she said excitedly.
I suddenly remembered her aunt's words that night - but anyway, I was happy for her progress from the bottom of my heart.
I noticed a swelling on her forehead.
"What happened to your forehead?"
"Ah... I knocked on the corner of the table when I picked up something in class today. It's OK..." She said while hurriedly pulling her hair with her hands until the injury was covered.
"Be careful. Remember to use medicine and rub it when you go back." What is pinching your heart.
"Yes."
Another bus stopped at the station, and the screeching brake sound blew away her voice like the December wind.
"Has the car come yet?" she asked. "Back."
"Not yet." I turned to look at the car, but my eyes inadvertently fell on her face.
I saw a very quiet face. Those blind eyes looked somewhere outside the car and the building. But at the moment, I can't see any confused look in my eyes. What I see is a peaceful calm. Man pursed his mouth, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. In the evening, the slanting sunlight dyed the extremely fine hair on her face golden yellow one by one - I thought that only after a series of post-processing fashion magazine covers could I see such a moving side face.
"Well," she smiled, "say something quickly. Why did you suddenly become so silent?"
"Oh..." I thought again, "Yes, we have a party in Qiaonan on the winter solstice. Are you interested in coming?"
"On the winter solstice, we will have dinner together... But I can go after dinner."
"Good! Then you can call me and I'll pick you up."
"Well," she said happily, "speaking of the winter solstice party, there will be a fireworks party on the west bank that night before the New Year. I know it will be very spectacular to watch fireworks on that mountain."
"Are you going to see it?" I was surprised.
"Yes! The whole person will be very excited when he hears the sound," she said. "Are you going?"
The fireworks party?
"Of course."
8、 Winter Solstice
Tomorrow is the winter solstice. Before coming to this city, I never thought that this festival would be as young as Christmas. Until late at night, various games and programs for the party were still being prepared nervously. As soon as I returned to the room, I was so tired that I collapsed on the bed. I took out my mobile phone and found several unread messages sent by Man.
"Can she text?" I clicked it curiously.
"Yixi, you know, you are really a strange guy. Everything has changed and become very strange since I started talking to you." I was shocked when I saw the first one. I quickly sat up and opened the second one.
"The night I met you, I sat there thinking about some messy things. I heard you go to the back door and ring the bell. At that time, I was thinking, 'This guy's footsteps are very loud. Is there something on his mind?'"
"Then, I heard the person opposite say your name: 'Yixi'. This name is really strange, but suddenly a voice in my heart told me, 'I have to say something to this person, like a friend I've known before,' and then like a conditioned reflex, I got off the bus in Wende North and said that strange thing to you. ”
Do you know the secret of the night? I couldn't help murmuring.
"From then on, I felt like I was not myself, but more like myself than ever before“
"So, I'm really happy to meet you. It's been a long time since someone talked to me like you, played with me and went crazy. I haven't been so happy for a long time. Thank you."
Are these words from her heart? I looked at it over and over again, both moved and confused - why did you suddenly tell me this?
I was about to reply, but because I was too tired, all I could think of were monotonous words, so I had to write: "I'm glad to meet you, too. Happy Winter Solstice!"
I waited for a long time and still didn't see any reply. I guess she should have gone to bed early, and it's hard for me to reply to such content. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.
The winter solstice party in Qiaonan was surprisingly smooth. The sumptuous dinner carefully prepared in the dormitory on the first floor made everyone present marvel. They also made dumplings by themselves, which really tasted the winter solstice in their hometown. Yuze's enthusiasm for playing games also surprised me. It is said that he was the first person to collect all the garden prints. However, Master Shenyou was sent to the stage to perform an impromptu dance on the spot because he did not participate in the preparation of the program. Of course, he made a fool of himself. Everyone laughed happily.
I looked at my mobile phone from time to time, but it never rang. I haven't heard from Mann since last night. At nearly nine o'clock, the warm atmosphere in the meeting place has been reduced by more than half. I tried to call Mann's mobile phone several times, but I always told him that it was turned off. I finally felt uneasy and decided to visit Anyuan.
On the sixth floor of Anyuan, there should be lights, but now it is very dark. I followed others into the residential building and came to her aunt's door. I kept ringing the doorbell, "Hello, hello, is Man at home?"
I speak as if I were on the phone.
Her opposite door opened, and a strange woman came out: "Don't press it. Her family went out early this morning and hasn't come back yet. It seems that she is taking her child to the hospital or something."
"Hospital?" My heart sank.
So without saying anything, I took a taxi to the West Bank Hospital. Along the way, memories of the past poured out
That night, after the fireworks party, I still went around to the southern suburbs to watch fireflies. What I saw was just an empty house.
"The child was ill, and the whole family sent her to the hospital," said the neighbor's aunt.
"Hospital? Is it the hospital in the county?"
"I don't know."
I hurried to the hospital again, but the nurse who greeted me shook her head and said that Ying had never been here. I dialed Ying's mobile phone again, but this time I was prompted to turn off the phone. When I got home, my family told me that Ying was out and would come back in a few days.
I know they lie. A few weeks later, Ying's house moved away quietly. The firefly never came back.
"Sir, the West Bank Hospital is here."
As a result, the worst thing happened - the front desk of the hospital told me that I could not find the recent medical records of Mann. After visiting all the famous hospitals in the city, I got a negative answer.
Why did it just disappear? No matter whether it is Fu or Man, how can it disappear so casually? Time and time again, only one person was left in the dark, alone in the night of fireworks, some powerless memories tore the empty heart.
I forgot how I got back to the south of the bridge.
"Ah, Yixi! Where have you been? We have been looking for you for a long time. That group......" When Yuze saw me outside the meeting place, he immediately welcomed me. But I didn't want to hear a word of what he said.
"Did you see Mann?" I said this sentence almost reflexively.
"Who?"
Master Shenyou, who just came out of the meeting place, also came over.
"Man... is a girl with shoulder length black hair, thin and small, holding a crutch..." When describing this person, I found my language looked so pale, "looks like a firefly!"
My heart trembled when I said the long lost name.
"Firefly?" Yuze stared at me. "Is that the girl who lived in the next room before you? It's said that she died a few years ago..."
"Passed away".
That word pierced my heart like a needle.
"I won't let you say that!" I lost my temper and shouted at him.
"Sorry," I relaxed my mood and apologized. "I'm in a bad mood. Excuse me." Then I walked straight to my room.
I don't know what's wrong with me. In my heart, I know that Fluor is no longer in this world. But I still can't accept it when I really hear others tell me this fact. I was very scared. I was really scared when I thought of the death of fluorin.
Go back to the room, fall on the bed, cover your head with a quilt, and shout out in a frantic desperation. dark. The endless darkness
"Hey, do you know the secret of the night?"
In the hazy, I heard a voice gently knocking at the closed door of my heart.
I slowly removed the quilt from my head. With the faint light coming in from the balcony, I saw another roommate standing beside me.
Did he say that just now? What's going on here?
He closed the door, sat on the bed that belonged to him, sighed, and said, "I saw your name the day I just met, and I felt inexplicably familiar. I thought it was just a coincidence at that time. I didn't expect that you were really him - it was probably fate."
I didn't slow down.
"A long time ago, I heard an old friend talk about you. Yes, this' old friend 'is Ying," he said calmly. "For various reasons, I have been hiding from my friends. In fact, my occupation is hospice care."
I slowly sat up straight and said to him, "Can you tell me her last story?"
9、 The Secret of the Night
He stood up, picked up his cup and went to the water cooler. The moonlight of the crescent moon in the sky covered the whole balcony floor, and the white tiles were dyed with light yellow silver, as bright as water.
"Ying came to the West Bank Hospital at the end of 2011. She went directly to the ICU and was transferred to the general ward after several days of supervision. I remember that she had some rare brain disease, congenital. It is probably that in some periods, her occipital nerve will intermittently feel a little pain, especially when she sleeps at night. Because there has been no way to find a cure, her family always gives her a small amount of painkillers to relieve her every time she gets sick. By the time she was sent to the hospital, her condition was quite serious.
"Ying is really a very strong and kind-hearted girl. When her family came to see her, she always looked happy and comforted others in turn. She seldom complained about the trouble caused by her illness to others. But I know that she would also cry at night when she could not sleep because of illness.
"I have just been engaged in hospice care since I met Yingna, and I am caring for another person in the same ward with her. We have been going through a farewell journey. We have seen too many tears and injuries, but have accumulated too much negative energy while numb. I also feel that I cannot stay in this line for too long. One late night, I managed to coax my patient to sleep, but I leaned on the windowsill of the ward and looked out of the window at the west bank night, unable to calm my negative feelings for a long time. At this time, Ying spoke. She said in that soft voice, 'Hey... Do you know the secret of the night?' I thought her head hurt again, but she shook her head and said, 'When the night comes, everything in the world will fade their color, leaving only chaos under the bright color of the outside. At this time, if there is light near, they will be dyed with the same color as the light. '
"'For those who love us deeply, we are the light. It's hard to believe that we can inadvertently change those who entrust their love to us by a random act. There are many colors in the world: joy or sorrow, good or evil, love or hate, life or death... Everyone wants to show everything to the people they like. But for the people we love, we hope they can get the best, even if it means that, at the same time, we should leave the other half who is full of malice. '
"'We are really a rascal.'"
"After Ying left, according to the organ donation agreement she persuaded her family to sign, her beautiful wish could continue on others. As far as I know, shortly after that, a girl whose head and liver were severely damaged by a car accident transplanted Ying's liver, and finally survived without rejection. Although I heard later that she was blind due to the damage of the optic nerve, her body recovered very smoothly, and there was no major problem. "
I dried my tears, told him the story about Man, and showed him the message sent by Man.
He was too surprised to speak for a moment. "Is it organ memory?" he said. "It's incredible! It's incredible!"
The sky outside was already slightly white, and it was already dawn unconsciously. Although the light is weak, the outline of those two silver bells on my desk is clearly visible.
"The fireworks party on the evening of the 31st," he stood up and looked at me, "just hope you believe - in fact, she never left."
10、 Fireworks
The school invites people to count down the New Year. Many people are already packing their bags for the New Year holiday. Qiaonan has also become a harmonious New Year's atmosphere, with posters posted everywhere about bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Everyone wrote down their New Year's wishes and hung them on the tree at the door. I took the note and never thought of what to write.
The Anyuan Apartment Building, elaborately decorated by adults and children, I can't feel the happy atmosphere. For several days, Man's home was empty. The figure on the stone chair in front of the door never appeared again.
Today is the last day of 2014.
The business district under the neon lights is a colorful ocean, while the lights outside the business district are like the vast Milky Way. The west bank has been washed away, waiting for its rebirth quietly.
I got off the bus and walked up the mountaineering road again.
Tonight, a lot of people gathered here to count down, even the once quiet mountain top is now full of laughter and noise. I could not help holding the bell rope in my hand.
"As long as you can be safe, it is my greatest wish."
Surrounded by strange faces, the wind on the mountain began to become cold, and time seemed to be frozen by it.
"Here we are," someone shouted suddenly. I looked at the time on my phone.
It's 11:59.
I took a deep breath and looked for that figure in the crowd at the top of the mountain in a panic.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1 -- Happy New Year!" People cheered excitedly, and the cheering was soon drowned by the wave of fireworks. The night on the west bank was turned into day by fireworks, and the daytime sky was filled with colorful clouds.
"Didn't you come? You missed your appointment." I sighed, looked at the bell lying quietly in my palm, and said calmly.
The crowd slowly retreated down the mountain with the end of the fireworks party. The new year's night sky left traces of fireworks blooming, like an abstract painting with cold colors.
In the early morning, the wind on the mountain top made me shiver. I mechanically walked down the mountain. Every step, the wind blew my skin like a blade.
The night seemed more quiet after the noise faded, and the dense branches and leaves blocked the moon, leaving only circles of lights to dye the sparsely populated hiking path into brilliant golden yellow. I squatted down, smiled and murmured to the flower under the street lamp, "Do you know the secret of night?"
Ahead, a figure climbing the mountain stopped.
"Is it Yixi?" A voice as clear as a bell rang from my ear.
I sprang to my feet.
In front of him was a girl wearing black thin framed glasses and tightly wrapped in a dark red scarf. Her head was slanted with a very conspicuous light yellow hair clip.
"You are..."
"Hey, if you want to say that again, I will still say: there are no fireflies in the city on the west bank," she laughed mischievously, "but it is still possible to see them on this mountain."
"Man?" My voice trembled when I was frozen by the mountain wind. "Why didn't you come on the winter solstice? Why didn't your mobile phone turn on? Where did you go?"
The innumerable words in my heart suddenly burst out.
"Wait, what happened to those glasses?"
I suddenly noticed that she didn't wear a blind stick today.
She fought back a smile and said, "It's going to be one hundred thousand whys."
"The next day after hitting my forehead, my eyes suddenly became very hot and itchy. My aunt pulled me to see a doctor, and I said, 'No, I promised to go to Qiaonan tomorrow.' But in the end, I couldn't beat her. I was pulled away early on the winter solstice.
"A doctor friend suggested that I go to the brain center in the provincial capital. On the way, my eyes suddenly became blurred, and later I could see something slowly! Those doctors said that the congestion that oppressed the optic nerve had dissipated, which might be the 'side effect' of hitting my forehead earlier. They advised me to stay and observe for a few days. During this time, we stayed with relatives in the provincial capital. So now I have escaped back - to be honest, I still think crutches are easier to use... "
I have been so happy that I can't speak coherently. It seems that everything in front of me is a dream, but everything is so real as never before.
"Why didn't you say something when you left?"
"Eh, I said." She stared at me, her eyes were actually beautiful.
I showed her the five messages.
"No, no, there should be another one after that," she thought for a while and recited word by word, "'P.S. I may have something to do, I can't go tomorrow, I hope you have fun. But I must see you on New Year's Day. Wish you a happy winter solstice in advance!'"
"I left my phone at home in a hurry that day," she said with a embarrassed smile as she pressed my phone. "Maybe it was because my phone was out of power when I finished writing, so I didn't send it out."
Where did you put the most important information last? I looked at her in tears and laughter.
"Hey," I walked forward and gently hugged the night elf, "Happy New Year."
"Yixi, happy New Year," she said happily.
"It's a pity that there are no fireworks." She looked up at the dark green shade that covered the night sky tightly. "It's not easy to see."
"Who said that?" I smiled at her, pulled my hand and carried her to the top of the mountain.
Man cheered excitedly, and the bell hanging on my wrist was also cheering. I smiled, silently enjoying the carnival of life.
The nose tip is covered with the breath of newborn dew, and the lights of the distant city turn into flying fireflies in the night sky.
The color of happiness and sadness, the color of hope and loss, the color of goodwill and malice, the color of life and death... All colors full of love meet, blend and flow around me——
Eternal fireworks are blooming in the sky of the West Bank New Year.
Postscript
Fireworks was completed on February 18, 2015, New Year's Eve.
As my first novel, this novel is really what I have always wanted to write. I was also surprised to be able to finish so smoothly. At the beginning, I just thought of a story of "blind girls and night" and wanted to write it down, so "fireworks" was born.
Although it falls into the category of romance, I think what is described in the whole novel is not only love, but also my outlook on life and death, as well as my own thinking about "love" itself. The whole emotional description is somewhat abstract, especially the feelings between Ying and Yi Xi. Compared with "love", I think it is more like a fetter, and the whole story is around the fetter.
It is true that the novel is cruel. "Life and death" itself is a serious topic. While writing this novel, there were also some changes in my family, so the language style was not clear, and the thought of life was reflected in the lines from time to time.
In terms of names, the name of the hero does have a story when it is conceived. Fireflies are "fireflies flying in the dark". Yixi means "a beautiful night". Man, in fact, is the other shore flower, which means "Man Zhu Sha Hua". Everyone has a different understanding of the meaning of the name, and I will not repeat it.
Because it has been too long since I wrote a narrative article, and because of the first time I wrote a novel, there are still many places where the whole article is not in place, and it is still being revised. And publishing it in my own name is my biggest wish this year.
Others: "West Bank" is the name of a village in my city. "Qiaonan" is derived from the names of the two heroes in Annie Baby's "Flowers on the Other Bank": "Joe" and "Nan Sheng".
This is probably what I want to say. I hope you will like this novel.
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