The cold wind knife blew our breath into the white of smoke, thus illuminating the darkness of the night.

Hua Ming was afraid that I would freeze, so he put the spare military coat on him, and then he wrapped me in front of him, wrapped me tightly, and almost stuffed me into his chest.

The light was still dim, and we sat on the edge of the cliff, facing east, watching the wind, the night, the thin clouds, and the dim sky, waiting for the sun to rise and let us bathe together.

We seem to be waiting for a new world to come.

He wrapped his arms around me, his chin pressed against the top of my head, and quietly explained to me in his ear: "If the wind is too strong, the clouds will be blown away, and we will miss the cloud sea jade plate." But since it rained last night, today's sunrise will be exceptionally beautiful..."

My ears are the heat of his breath, like the mist of fireworks burning, and like the wisps of white clouds in a fairyland.

I turned around and tilted my head back, just as I wanted to be so mesmerized by his voice.

It was dark, and I could only see the outline of his chin, and I could make out that he was smiling down at me, allowing me to twist my neck to look at him.

He wrapped his arms around me and tightened my body, strapping my body with heat.

The white-hot breath that overflowed from his mouth was like smoke dissipating, more like a cluster of marshmallows about to melt.

At that moment, my brain was hot, so I boldly raised my head, imprinted it on his lips, and began to suck in search of sweetness...

Although it was cold, I still felt that this time the darkness and cold did not scare me as much as before.

Because there is him behind me, my lonely heart is as warm as coals on fire.

My heart was supposed to be a dark mire, with rancid sores buried deep in it, silently fermenting and rotting. However, holding hands and kissing him in just a few days made the original Bright Wasteland begin to appear full of vitality.

I was also overwhelmed by the sweetness of staying together for several days, and I forgot a lot of very realistic things for the time being.

Obviously, three days ago, on that thunderstorm night on campus, I was almost torn apart and destroyed by Zhang Zijun.

Obviously, 6 years ago, I climbed desperately on the ridge, but I couldn't hold the coin that talked about the spirit of courage and comfort...

I got carried away. I forgot the desperate truth completely...

Obviously, there is a more depressing reality: Fu Huaming is not an ordinary man, he is the successor of the Fu family in Luoyang, just like Song Buliu said when he first got off the plane, it seems that there is a group of respected old people in Beijing, and they seem to be forcing him to do a lot of things against his will...

The marshmallow suddenly exploded into a bubble, thinner and thinner, and suddenly became invisible.

I was suddenly in a trance.

It was obviously me who was the leader, but suddenly stopped. He also seemed to sense my sudden change of state of mind, and sucked my lips and tongue aggressively and vindictively.

The pain irritated me, and I recoiled my energy to concentrate on kissing back, but he suddenly let go of my lips.

He lifted my head to the east as if he were lifting a pendulum, helping my eyes to turn back into place.

His chest wrapped tighter around my shoulders, stretched out his arms, pointed into the distance, and chuckled in my ear: "Concentrate, look ahead-"

In the eye, the east is no longer dark, and Huaguang begins to explore the way.

The sky gradually pulls out the shape of the fish maw, and the upper body of the fish maw is originally black, but gradually turns blue; The bottom of the fish maw is originally black, but gradually turns red.

The shape of the fish maw is getting bigger and bigger, and the sky around the fish maw gradually changes from dark blue to bright blue.

Suddenly, the sun burst out of the distant sky like a fiery red ball—

At that moment, it was overflowing with red light, like a red pearl spit out by Mother Earth, the pearl was naughty, just jumped, hovered in the sky, and began to look at all beings!

"It's beautiful—"

At that moment, a string of unquenchable exclamations came from all around.

At that moment, I burst into tears.

It jumped mischievously, causing all the water droplets in my eyes to burst out of its shell.

I couldn't help but stiffen my throat, I couldn't help the astringency in my eyes, I wiped my eyes with the sleeves of my military coat, broke free from Hua Ming's embrace, and stared hard at the red fireball in the distance, at that moment, I felt that there was a scorching red light in front of me.

The sun shines on Cangshan Mountain, and the light cleanses the world to remove the eternal stains.

Brilliant and warm.

I choked up and pointed into the distance, even the tips of my fingers seemed to be dancing flames: "Hua Ming, do you know, I like red very much, that's why I like red..."

Golden Crow, it's far warmer than I thought.

Hua Ming took my palm, moved the place where he was sitting out of the square area, dragged me down from the front, and let me sit side by side with him on the stone that had been warmed by him and was no longer cold.

He leaned sideways, helped me wipe the residual moisture from the corners of my eyes, held my face and said:

"Zijun, I said, I know you better than you, although you don't dare to wear eye-catching red on campus, you often wear yellow and blue, have you noticed? In the hotel, every piece of clothing I prepared for you is red, at least I don't want you to wear it in a black and gray cover, I am afraid that your life and mood will be bound in a vague cover, and you will not be able to escape and release. I'm afraid you'll grow old and wither before you bloom. ”

He saw through it, and I stared into his eyes through the mist.

He continued: "Zijun, our life is only a few short decades. If the empirical world does not tell us whether or not there is an afterlife, then there must be none. Therefore, we only have this chance to be born, and I suddenly figured out some time ago, how do I spend this life, so I left everything to bring you here, Zijun, have you ever thought about how you will spend this life? ”

I looked at him in a daze, and some words had been hidden in my mind for a long time, and several times, they were desperately trying to pop out.

How can you live this life in vain?

How's it going? Then I need to face my past first.

However, my past is a pool of rancid memories buried by the Huai River, and a bloodstain left by climbing on the messy ridges.

After coming to the university, I finally got farther away from that place, and I wanted to be a freshman, but Zhang Zijun just splashed a page as dirty as a nightmare on the new chapter I was looking forward to.

Sometimes, it's hard to make everything in the past disappear completely.

"It's all in the past", "You're fine in the moment", "Isn't it in the past?" "What is past is gone", "He who looks backwards with a plow in his hand is not worthy of God's excess".... These words are actually self-deception. Although I use many similar words to comfort and motivate myself for a while, and compare them on the axis of time, it seems that I have indeed won the past in the present.

But in fact, there are a lot of nasty dirty traces like flies embedded in the body's memory.

To live well, you need a goal that you can reach.

And it's an unshakable goal.

If the goal is shaken, when I am alone, I will not pay attention, and I will be swallowed up by the flies. I will lose, until my body is exhausted, and I will lose until my heart is bleeding.

How can that kind of shackle, the kind of shackles that have been burned in the depths of the spirit and memory by time, be easily broken?

Even if I choose to ignore it or forget it for a while, it seems that there is a moment of loosening, but if I am not careful, the old scene will reappear, and the shackles will be re-entangled in my body and mind, and I will only sink into the flesh along the strangulation marks left by the past, and grasp deeper and deeper.

If I want to be completely shattered and get rid of the scar, what I need is hope that I can feel. Like the newborn sun, I can draw the warm light it shines with hope.