Passed by countless trees. Jinjin closed his eyes in his thoughts. Use this as a way to curb your uncontrolled emotions.

After that, all that remained in the carriage was the jolting of the carriage. "As for me," after a long period of silence between them, Yue Wushuang turned his back to Zhenjin and looked out the car window and said, "I think you will definitely come to him in the afternoon, so I didn't go with Namuhan in the morning, I will wait for you at home." ”

When Yue Wushuang secretly turned his head to see Zhenjin's reaction, Zhenjin was already asleep.

At night, Yue Wushuang and Zhenjin had the opportunity to visit Namuhan. Namuhan's mother and maid went to the small shop outside to buy daily necessities. To Zhenjin's surprise, there was no pungent smell of medicinal soup in the room, and Na Muhan was no different from usual, except that his face looked much more tired than before.

Zhenjin looked at the window of Namuhan's room, and the night around him was completely dark, almost no different from the night in the countryside, but because he was in Miyagi, he always felt that such a sky was very terrifying, and he couldn't see the moon from this small window.

Zhenjin sat on the chair next to the bed, looked at Na Muhan, and stopped talking, he looked back at Yue Wushuang and found that she was no longer in the room. Jinjin felt it was time to ask him that question. But he couldn't open his mouth.

In the silence, Zhenjin felt that the house was very cold, cooler than the temperature on the carriage before. But he didn't shiver as cold as he did in the carriage. Because Zhenjin felt that there was a silent aura around him, which made him fall silent as well.

"I'm going to die." Na Muhan looked at Zhenjin, "I don't dare to say this in front of my parents and my sister, they will scold me." But I really feel like I'm going to die. It's true. It's not that it's so uncomfortable that you want to die, or you feel like you're going to die, and you feel like you're lying in a coffin. It's eerily quiet. ”

Zhenjin still didn't respond, and he realized that the silent aura was originally emanating from Namuhan's body.

Na Muhan looked at Zhenjin's silent appearance, realized Zhenjin's embarrassment, and hurriedly sighed: "I saw it yesterday, you came here." Then you went again. Namuhan raised his eyebrows to hint at something. Zhenjin suddenly held his breath, put his hands on the armrests on both sides of the chair, and did not speak. "Yue Wushuang didn't go with us in the morning." After saying this, Na Muhan lay down on the bed completely, leaving only one head exposed to the cold air, looking relieved.

"I go fishing every evening, but I never catch one. Later, I didn't bring a bucket at all, just a fishing rod. Originally, I thought I would not bring the bait, but it doesn't matter if I bring the bait or not, it is better to hook a bait and pretend to be. In the beginning, I went fishing, it was for fishing; After a while, my purpose was the same. Later I went fishing maybe just to see the maple leaves, yes, to see the maple leaves. In the end, the entire river was red. It's also comfortable to lean against a maple tree, and I'm sure you feel the same way. ”

"I told you just now, I did go to see the maple leaves. But gradually, things became more than just looking at the maple leaves. One evening I walked alone to the riverbank, still hoping to catch a fish. Even though I didn't even have a bucket with me. I propped my arms on my knees and watched the sun gradually set, hoping to just wait for Yue Wushuang to come to me. At the time, I thought, it was another boring evening. But when the maple leaf was just melting into the red waves, I was amazed that I had never seen such a magical and beautiful animal. ”

"I could see fish under the surface of the river – of course it never ate my bait. But there are fish. It's transparent, you can see the bones, you can see that its heart is beating. It's hidden, not just because it's transparent and doesn't eat bait, but what's even more strange is that I find that you don't pay attention to it—so-called hidden. ”

"It's not just you, Yue Wushuang sometimes accompanies me to fish. Neither she nor you ever noticed it - of course, if you did, it wouldn't be surprising that it was hidden. But I saw it, every evening, when I sat on the shore, I saw it. A transparent fish swimming freely under the red waves. It's so beautiful, but only I can see it. You can check it out every evening and maybe you'll spot it too. ”

Late that night, the maids of Zhenjin came to pick up Zhenjin and take him back. Until Zhenjin got into the car, he didn't see Yue Wushuang again. She might be hiding somewhere crying, he thought. But he's not good at comforting people.

After he returned, he would walk to the river every evening, and in addition to leaning against the maple tree, he still did not forget to look at the maple leaves immersed in the red waves, and the unknown fish. In Jin's imagination, the fish must have been huge, like the giant whale depicted in the book, roaming in the red waters, and the giant heart beating heavily under the white bones. Perhaps the fish was swimming alone in front of his eyes, but Zhenjin never felt its presence.

Every day after dinner, Jin Jin repeats that night's itinerary. Whenever he counted the thirtieth brick on the bridge, he looked up at Namkhan's dwelling. The darkness in the window was deeper and darker than the starry night sky, and at this time, Zhenjin recalled the sound of Yue Wushuang's piano, and he felt that his performance that day was simply terrible. Such sad music, he actually gave it the meaning of love. Although after Namuhan's illness, Zhenjin would reimagine the music of that night every night, but that night, he personally heard Yue Wushuang play.

After such a day lasted for a week, Zhenjin received a letter from Yue Wushuang. The letter mentions recent anecdotes, but says nothing about Namkhan's condition: "I haven't touched my piano for a long time, and it's on the bedside table in my bedroom. By the time I got back, it might have been covered in ash, but luckily I played it the day before I left. Otherwise, I'd miss it so much. I think you know I can play the piano, right? - Even if you didn't know it before, you should know it now when you see my letter. Good luck. ”

After that, every two or three days, Zhenjin could always receive a letter from Yue Wushuang. Every month, Zhenjin would visit Namuhan, and when he saw Namuhan again, Namuhan seemed much weaker, and his body was full of silver needles. Jinjin tried not to talk to him, because every time he talked to Namuhan, he would cough uncontrollably. Every time Na Muhan would only ask about the fish, Zhenjin would just shake his head in denial. Na Muhan smiled and nodded, as if to say, sooner or later, he would see it. And the conversation between Yue Wushuang and Zhenjin was only a few words.