The train started slowly on the tracks, countless raindrops fell from the sky, hit the windows, splashed water droplets, turned into streams, blurred the vision, and the cold wind blew the curtains, bringing the wet moisture outside the windows.

On the gray earth, vehicles are like small ants walking in this vast world. Wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas, people continue to carry the old things onto the truck in this rainy season, while some people stand in the rain, looking at the ruined city in the rain in a daze, making a final farewell.

The train kept moving faster and faster, and all this in sight faded away, blurring and blurring, until finally it was no longer visible.

Leaning against the window, Heshia quickly scribbled black handwriting on the yellowed pages with her pen, a story about an ancient legend about a man who had lost his home and made his way through the dark and empty universe to a new world, where they had taken refuge and finally found a place to live in this remote land.

The small pavilion is built on a lonely hill, surrounded by no people, only desolate meadows and fields, and occasionally wind-blown fish ride the cold current of the north to the south, crossing the sky.

On a sunny day, the silver wind fish will refract a shimmering scale light, and when it encounters a mist current, it will condense into water droplets on the surface of the wind fish and fall, forming a continuous rain curtain.

Wind fish are extraordinary creatures that love rain, and in such a season, they will frolic in the rain and cruise through the sky, just like the underwater world.

Gradually, more and more people live here, and the small pavilions become high-rise buildings built on the mountain, and continue to expand outward, some of the high-rise buildings even go straight into the sky, every time it rains, you can sit by the windowsill and watch the silver-scaled wind fish swimming outside.

In mid-July, when the summer heat wave slowly fades, the city's liveliest celebration arrives, and children walk through the pavilions and watch performances along the streets, including generals in fresh clothes and colorful armor, dancers waving long sleeves, and poets playing the pipa to tell stories.

The tall towers and pavilions bloom at night with layers of colored lights, reflecting the dark night sky, and the aircraft shuttle through the ancient and advanced floors, like thousands of birds, which is extremely lively.

Although it is an era of advanced technology, people still miss the customs that have been passed down from generation to generation.

However, the tide of the times has also slowly swept into the corners of this remote star field.

The protracted civil war began, the demand for the military industry became more and more vigorous, countless immigrants relocated from all parts of the Federation, and giant enterprises also sent many technicians to this remote planet to support the establishment of underground cities, and there were mines and machinery, roaring like giant beasts day and night.

These industrial behemoths are like the steel backbone of the Federation, and under their support, one by one the space battleships that intimidate the galaxy take off and rush towards the vast universe, the pale blue tail flame is like a rising star, covering the sky, no matter how many suns there are in the sky.

Dark raindrops poured from the sky, birds drowned in the muddy water, the wind fish no longer visited the city, the tall buildings stood lonely in the rain, and the streets were no longer full of people.

Decades of brutal civil war have finally ended, and innovation has been carried out throughout the federation with an unstoppable trend, countless dignitaries and nobles have been sent to the execution ground, and one by one the once famous giant enterprises have fallen, and after finally cleaning up these internal sores, the federation has slowly ushered in a new life.

Slowly, the industrial behemoths on this planet have gradually stopped, and the industrial groups that were once everywhere have gradually withdrawn, and some buildings that have not had time to move and cannot be taken away are exposed to the rain, and slowly turn into ruins and ruins, which is regrettable and helpless.

In the ups and downs of the times, a city, a planet, even a country, and a civilization are so small that people are imitated and helpless.

Nothing from the past is gone, complaints, incomprehension, doubts, pessimism, all kinds of emotions emerge between the lines of the story, and the remaining residents stay in this increasingly cold high-rise building, watching the abandoned ruins spread step by step, until the roof tiles collapse, revealing the deeply corroded backbone beams inside.

Far from the blue sky, falling into the dark underground ruins, the inhabitants who refused to leave lingered among the ancient and stagnant floors, and the daily struggle began.

The yellowed corners of the pages were wet with rain drifting outside the window, and a little handwriting was hazy in them, which affected the reading, but also added a sense of sadness and depreciation to the story.

By the end of the book, the girl's writing speed was getting slower and longer, and the pauses were getting longer and longer, and she was wondering how to end such a story.

Is it just a sad story that tells history, is it just a sad legend that is nostalgic for the past, can there be a happy ending, and can it still make people see hope......

"In the end, they stood in the drenched rain, let the cold rain flow through their bodies, and slowly left the place on the rickety and bumpy vehicle."

"There is no sad parting, no relieved relief, only such a bland forgetting."

"Not everything is worth remembering, and there is no need to embellish everything in memory, forgetting may be the best consolation, and they will also build a little pavilion on a new hill."

"The building will slowly become taller, and their children will swim happily in it, not remembering those uncomfortable pasts, not putting heavy burdens on their children's backs, so that they can grow up happily and freely, and no longer worry about the past."

"May we all shake off the shadow of the past and start anew." The handwriting slowly stopped, and Hehia put down her pen and sat by the car window to look at the world in the rain, and now she could no longer see the small black-spotted city in the distance.

Closing the yellowed notebook, he paused for a long time as he looked at the title page, which was still blank, and wrote one last line.

'Birds drowning in the black rain - a thousand sails in memory. ’

This is a seven-color picture book that belongs to her, and it is also the dark past memories of her life.

Although her mother, sister, and father have all walked through her life, but in the end they all turned into dark precipitation, buried in the depths of memory, she will remember many words and scenes, and will also forget those sadness and sadness, and no longer indulge in this black rain curtain.

In the future, she will no longer be obsessed with looking for those past events and memories, and let these immature selves be deeply sealed in the distant past, and perhaps many years later, she will reopen the book and look through the blurred and wet handwriting.

Life is still long, and a new title page will slowly open.

(End of chapter)