—————— excerpts are only a fraction of the whole play

Beginnings and endings are usually not staged

It's just that there is an extra kind of incomplete charm

There is not so much resentment

If everyone is an excerpt

Leave the brightest part of someone else's life ————————

It's a scorching July morning.

The sun and Zhizhi are never late, just like the music that Ye Xiaoqing's house played on time.

Scorching the earth on time, playing a violent and harsh symphony to nature on time.

Huali City, a bustling and somewhat dilapidated and contradictory city, is divided into two halves by the Huali River, which meanders through the center.

The upper reaches of the river are lined with rows of villas, and from the riverside are lined with high-rise buildings. Between the high-rise buildings, beside the streets, and everywhere you look, it is bustling.

In just over a decade, the lower reaches of the Huali River have been blackened by sewage discharged from the industrial zone in the middle reaches, and the river is full of holes and stench, making it a slum in the eyes of the people.

The houses downstream are small two-story tiled houses with brown tiles, and the walls are painted yellow.

In one of the tiled rooms by the river.

On the offering table on the front wall was an urn and an incense burner, the incense burned out, and a candle was burned in each corner of the table, bringing some dim light to the dimly lit room.

A brother and sister knelt on the ground in front of the table, and paper money burned in a charcoal basin on the ground.

Tears silently rolled down their cheeks, falling to the ground one by one.

The photo attached to the crimson urn is a middle-aged woman smiling at the corners of her mouth.

It was their mother, who had died of uremia three days earlier, had no money to buy a cemetery, and had to take the urn home, and just like that, the brother and sister were orphaned again.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open with a clatter, and a light suddenly shot into the dim room, becoming transparent.

Ye Xiaoqing came in with a three-layer aluminum lunch box.

As the door opened, the wind brought in blew up the paper ash in the charcoal basin, and spread it on the ground one after another, like gray snow.

Ye Xiaoqing stood silently behind them, and saw Qiao Yunxia's shoulders trembling slightly when he saw him kneeling on the ground, his body was as thin as a piece of paper, and he was about to fall down at any time.

She hurriedly put down the lunch box and stepped forward to help her steady, "Yun Xia, Brother Bai Yu, I haven't eaten a drop of water for a day and a night, I beg you to eat a little, Auntie is over there, she must not want to see you like this." ”

Qiao Yunxia turned her head sideways for a century, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, her eyes were so thin that her eyes were sunken, and she didn't even have the strength to speak, "I haven't repaid this nurturing kindness, I haven't told my mother that I have been admitted to college, and my mother said that she will never leave me and my brother, how can she be willing?" His eyes were dark, and his body softened.

"Yun Xia, Yun Xia." Ye Xiaoqing was so anxious that he cried loudly.

The shouts flew out of the tiled house and into the Huali River, drowned out by the known shouts.

After the overwhelming sound, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

There was a loud "boom", and there was a thunderous thunder in the sky, and white lightning swept across the sky with teeth and claws, as if the sky was split into several pieces in the early morning.

The rain came as scheduled, sometimes stabbing down like a sharp knife, sometimes falling like a stone, clattering on the tiles, squirming through the leaves, like thousands of horses galloping by.

A teenager gallops through the rain on his bicycle, one hand tightly guarding a black bag in his arms.

Bean-sized raindrops fell on his body, and a few messy strands of hair were stuck to the corners of his forehead by the rain, and the rain fell on his long eyelashes, where they froze, and then continued to condense into round crystal beads.

The car rode outside the tiled house, and he didn't even have time to stop, so he threw away his bicycle and ran into the house at a brisk pace.

The smoke from the burning candles and paper money choked him violently, "Yunxia, I have the money to buy a cemetery." His voice was agitated, and he took out the black oil-paper bag hidden in his arms.

When he saw the situation in the house, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Ye Xiaoqing sobbed, muttering about looking for an umbrella, Qiao Baiyu was about to step out of the room with Qiao Yunxia in a coma.

Looking at the haggard Qiao Baiyu, he dropped the bag, stepped forward and picked up the person on his back, "I'll run faster." ”

The rain was heavier, and the water poured down, drowning everything as far as the eye could see, and there were no pedestrians on the road, and the long lines of cars were constantly dripping their horns, clogging the already narrow streets.

They had to take a detour to a car-free alley.

The water flooded his calves, and he couldn't see the road under his feet, so he stepped out and stepped on the manhole cover that was half washed away by the rain, and fell down with Qiao Yunxia on his back.

At the end of the day, he lay back on his back, threw Qiao Yunxia up with both hands, and his chest and chin scraped heavily on the manhole cover, and there was a heart-piercing pain.

The body is falling rapidly, the whole body is getting colder and colder, and despair slowly occupies the heart.... The arm was suddenly grabbed by Qiao Baiyu.

Ye Xiaoqing cried and cried, hugging Qiao Yunxia who was thrown out of the well.

Qiao Baiyu pulled him up with all his might, but there seemed to be a whirlpool under the well, constantly whirling his body down.

Qiao Baiyu's whole person was taken a little bit and slid towards the wellhead.

Ye Xiaoqing sat on the ground, hugged Qiao Yunxia's waist, kicked his feet and moved back little by little, and finally dragged Qiao Yunxia away from the well.

The cool raindrops hit his face, hurting like a pinprick, Qiao Yunxia moved his eyelids, and opened his eyes with difficulty, the rain blurred his vision, and only the sound of rain mixed with crying echoed in his ears.

"Yun Xia, Yun Xia, are you awake?" The crying in her ears stopped, and she heard Ye Xiaoqing's joyful shout.

Qiao Yunxia came to her senses completely, and looked at the rain curtain, she saw that her brother was slowly sliding down the well, and water was pouring from this entrance from all directions, as if it was going to take her brother far, far away.

Dragging her weak body, she climbed up to the ground and dragged her brother, her brain was blank, she held back the consciousness that she was about to faint at any time, bit her lips tightly, and forced her to pierce the skin of her bone knuckles.

After some life-and-death rescue, Qin Zixi in the well finally escaped.

The four of them sat in the rain exhausted, looking at each other with a smile for the rest of their lives, laughing and laughing, crying, God is always so ruthless, fortunately they didn't give up on each other.

The rain stopped, the skies cleared, and the world was back to normal.

The days will not stop because of anyone, and time will always push people forward.

The 100,000 yuan borrowed by Qin Zixi is a gift in the snow for the brother and sister.

This kindness will never be forgotten by the brother and sister.

In a cemetery in the western suburbs, their mother was finally able to sleep for a long time, surrounded by a white orchid forest, and the flowers were blooming, and the rich fragrance of flowers accompanied the people who were sleeping here.

Birds chirped in the treetops, the rain-washed sky was clear and clear, and a few white clouds floated low, like marshmallows in the hands of children.

The clouds do not understand people's sorrows, they have no joy or sorrow, they only change their appearance with the wind, overlooking the land.