Postscript to "Watchman of the Night".

Three years later, at the foot of the Foggy Mountains.

Leng Feng stood on the grass, staring at the grove in front of him, as if he was thinking and as if he was in a daze.

The breeze caressed the hair on his forehead, his eyes of different colors glinting in the sunlight.

Twelve years ago, Leng Feng met Zhang Yinghan in this place, when he was chased to the foot of the mountain by the snow wolf. In the ice and snow, Zhang Yinghan appeared beside him in time, hugged him who was about to freeze to death, and gave him the warmth to live.

The encounter that is not dreamy is the origin of everything, and the slightly shy hug creates the experience many years later. Now that the cold wind is 22 years old, the pain has lasted from the summer of three years ago to the autumn of this year, the leaves have not turned yellow, and the air still has a faint heat and dryness.

Leng Feng thought that after marrying Mo Ran, he would recover like flowers and plants, but whenever he remembered those pasts, he would always be heartbroken and unable to extricate himself.

It's as if he's still living in the past.

He always dreams, dreams of snowfall, and dreams of Zhang Yinghan in a white dress smiling at him.

However, every morning when he woke up at dawn, the cold wind could not determine whether he was a divided person or not. Half of them died three years ago, and the other half was with Mo Ran, who gave him a family.

Or, none of this is important, the important thing is that these two girls have supported him for the rest of his life, and it is because of their existence that Leng Feng can be sure that he is real.

A flash of light flashed, and the cold wind came to the roof of the high-rise building opposite the H City International Hotel, looking down on the twentieth floor of the hotel.

Since the shares of the hotel were vested in the name of Leng Feng, coupled with the strong support of the Star Group, H City International Hotel has long become a landmark hotel in the city.

The streets below are bustling with traffic, and every day, the city exudes a majestic life.

Leng Feng rolled over and sat on the edge of the guardrail, looking down at his hands.

Today, the city is no longer what he once used to be, but the twentieth floor of that hotel is still the banquet hall.

Three years ago, he established a relationship with Zhang Yinghan there, and at that time he held Zhang Yinghan's hand, as if he had gotten the whole world.

I don't know how long it took, but the cold wind slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he came to Germany, Hanover.

Three years ago, he came to the city on a rescue mission, and Zhang Yinghan followed him after he found out.

It was the first time the two went abroad after confirming their relationship, and in the two days they were together, Leng Feng understood the sweetness of love, and at the same time cherished this relationship even more.

After staying silently for half an hour, Leng Feng took a deep breath.

The light flashed again, and the cold wind body was no longer surrounded by a thriving city, but a peaceful bar.

The Dark Night Bar, a place with countless memories.

Here, Leng Feng and Zhang Yinghan reunited.

Here, Leng Feng met Mo Ran and made an unbreakable knot with her.

Here, Zhang Yinghan chose to break up with Leng Feng, who hurt Mo Ran in a drunken state.

Here, Zhang Yinghan took out the ring and proposed to Leng Feng, but Leng Feng refused with tears because of the responsibility he was carrying.

When he first fell in love, Zhang Yinghan asked him if he would be steadfast in his relationship.

Leng Feng was very firm and devoted himself wholeheartedly, but the two of them still had no result after all, and in the end they only made a very hurtful mark in their lives, which can never be erased.

But even so, Leng Feng will never forget that when he first met Zhang Yinghan, her warmth and smile amazed him throughout the winter.

Leng Feng clenched his fists vigorously and returned to the graves of Wushan, Zhang Yinghan and Mu Shiyun.

Looking at the familiar name, Leng Feng slowly squatted down and said bitterly: "Yinghan, I once imagined our future, and even swore that I would die for you. I will never forget that you always like to scratch my palms and wear beautiful white dresses in the ice and snow. ”

Under the sun, the ring on the ring finger of Leng Feng's left hand is so dazzling, but this ring is not the one Zhang Yinghan gave him three years ago.

"The so-called truths in love, the so-called don't blindly give, I didn't understand it before, and I don't want to understand it now. I have long forgotten those pains, I only remember that it was you who illuminated my whole youth and added a colorful and beautiful picture to my life. ”

"Three years ago, I thought I was going to be like this for the rest of my life. But...... Here she comes. Her name is Sihan, Leng Sihan, and she is a name taken by Mo Ran. ”

A breeze blew through the cold wind's body, blowing the hair on his forehead and the ring necklace around his neck. This ring was given to him by Zhang Yinghan.

"I can't continue to live in the past because I have so many responsibilities that I have to take on. Trees will sprout, people will grow, and now I am no longer a child......"

The sun began to set towards the mountains, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the entire sky, and the beauty was intoxicating.

In the distance, a figure flapped its white wings and flew towards the cold wind under the light of the setting sun. And the cold wind's heart, which was already turbulent, began to beat violently......

She was getting closer and closer to the cold wind, which finally saw her in real life, and the little girl in a white sunhat she was holding.

There are too many traces of cold wind between the little girl's eyebrows, and her skin and appearance have inherited Mo Ran. And the most eye-catching thing is that there is a faint blue light in the depths of her eyes.

Both of her eyes are hawkeyed.

This is a cold wind and a strange child, so cute that it is difficult to take your eyes off.

Her name is Leng Sihan.

Under the sunset, Mo Ran stood not far away, she squatted down and gently put Leng Sihan on the ground, and said softly: "Sihan, call Dad." ”

Before the child could speak, she smiled at the cold wind, then turned around and leaned on Mo Ran's shoulder, observing the world with her blue eyes.

The gentle wind blew the breath of Mo Ran and the child.

Mo Ran now has a pair of white wings, soaring under the blue sky, like an angel.

Two years ago, Leng Feng copied his ability gene and transformed it into Mo Ran's body, so that she also had the ability of wings. And Mo Ran's ability level was rated as A at the beginning of its acquisition.

The cold wind and Mo Ran, one black and one white, made countless people in the world of the Stranger envious.

After Leng Feng and Mo Ran got married three years ago, Leng Feng's personality began to change a little. But he smiled again half a year ago, the day Leng Sihan was born.

In the past 22 years, Leng Feng has been decadent, painful, and hurt by love, but all of this completely melted away on the day Leng Sihan was born. He is willing to forgive all the injustice and sorrow in the world for the sake of this child.

In the eyes of this child, he saw himself and saw a light that he had never seen before.

These rays of light did not break through the sky, nor did they shine in the world. It just existed in the child's eyes, twinkling slightly, like stars.

Finally, Leng Feng walked towards the two of them with solid steps, he came to the mother and daughter, and Mo Ran handed Leng Sihan to him, and then smiled gently.

Leng Sihan leaned into Leng Feng's arms, looked up at Leng Feng's face, and grabbed his clothes with his little hands.

Today, the cold wind looks back on the past, and it is not really to let go.

He just buried this pain in his heart forever, and then used his best side to take care of the two people in front of him.

Mo Ran is his wife, and when he is down, has lost his abilities, and his lifespan is unknown, she will never leave his side. More than half of the tears she shed in her life were due to the cold wind.

Three years ago, Mo Ran choked up and proposed the idea of marriage to Leng Feng, who sat in front of Zhang Yinghan's grave at that time and nodded in the breeze.

He has long been accustomed to the days when Mo Ran is by his side, and he has long been accustomed to Mo Ran's gentleness.

In any case, Mo Ran is a person who Leng Feng can't live up to in this life.

Life is very short, like a white horse passing through a gap. It's fleeting. But that mood is very long, like a tall mountain and river, endless.

Perhaps, regret is always tied to youth.

Finally, the cold wind hugged Mo Ran and Leng Sihan in his arms, Mo Ran leaned on his shoulder, feeling his breath and the change in his mentality, and the smile on his face eclipsed the whole world.

To this day, Mo Ran is still like the immature little girl three years ago, with a touch of innocence and playfulness.

In the face of the cold wind, she never grew up.

"Wife, let's go see my parents tonight, okay?" Leng Feng said softly in Mo Ran's ear.

"Good!"

———— Dividing Line————

Author's Note:

Watchman of the Night was written in December 2015 and ended in November 2016. The afterword was written at the end of May 2018.

After two years, I wrote this postscript, and my heart was full of emotion and sadness.

I was only eighteen years old when I first wrote Night Watcher, and I can't remember exactly what kind of mindset I had in mind to conceive the plot of the book.

Towards the end of the book, I thought about writing a second part to complete the story of Leng Feng and Zhang Yinghan. But then, I didn't do it after all.

It's not that I don't want to write, it's just that I think Leng Feng and Zhang Yinghan are probably like that. It doesn't really make any sense to write another one.

Not all love in the world has a solution, in the face of a dead knot, what hope can we talk about?

If TA happens to be a tragedy, then the grief is already predestined at the beginning of the story.

Some things happen not by chance, but because of a knot that cannot be untied.

Some time ago, I saw a long comment on a certain reading software, and the reader said: "Leng Feng, Zhang Yinghan, and Mo Ran are all stupid, and they are so stupid that people feel distressed." ”

Yes, this reader is quite right.

A deep love, a passive love, a love that goes deep into the bone marrow.

But in the end, love made the three of them pay different degrees.

People are sometimes pitiful, the people who like it can't get it, the people who get it don't cherish, the doubts together, the nostalgia that they lose, the nostalgia that they want to see, the hatred of seeing each other late, all their lives, are full of regrets

Condensed time, flowing language, I think the most important thing in this book is not that Zhang Yinghan died, but that when the cold wind traces back to the past three years later, I can only think back, but I can't hear Zhang Yinghan's voice for a long time.

What kind of relationship is surrounding these three people, in fact, I really don't have any conclusions. Writing such a long story, the ending and afterword are centered on Leng Feng and Mo Ran.

I did this because these two people have experienced too many ups and downs together, and their lives have long been intertwined, and no one can do without each other.

Two years ago, why did I write such a book at the age of eighteen?

There is no way to trace it, two years have passed, and I can only follow the afterglow of the strings to speculate on the past, and those things in the past have flowed away like water, gradually turning into a pale patch.

Those ridiculous pasts, those painful loves, those who appear and disappear in life. They have influenced us, shaped us, perfected us. One day, we will become a better version of ourselves, because a better person deserves to have better people, this is the value of youth, this is the meaning of youth.

Now, I'm not a kid anymore.

But in the final analysis, one cannot use the maturity of today to negate the loneliness of youth in the past.

Some moments exist from the beginning to be remembered, and some smiles bloom just to be remembered.

At this point, the story can be regarded as complete.

Some people and some things are just dreams of youth after all......