Cheng Yu, Xiping.

Walking to the bus station in one breath, Cheng Yu realized that he was not wearing a coat. Before the first month, it is the cold season of spring in the north, and the wind at night can still be described as bitter. Having missed the last train, Cheng Yu simply ran along the street, one to keep out the cold, and the other to vent the depression in his heart. ran wildly all the way without direction, and 1 hour later, Cheng Yu found himself standing at the gate of the school. The phone in his pocket rang over and over again, and he didn't want to answer it or hang it up. The grandfather in the communication room had already fallen asleep, and Cheng Yu entered through the side door over the wall. There are still about three or four days to go before the return to school, and most of the out-of-town students are still at home. The campus was pitch black, and the dormitories were deserted.

Cheng Yu opened the door, threw himself and his schoolbag on the bed without turning on the light, and found that the hair that was wet just now was covered with a thin layer of frost, like steel needles, standing up one by one. The heating was like nothing, and the sweaty underwear stuck to the back, getting cooler a little bit. I don't know what time it is, the sound of text messages in the silent night is extraordinarily clear, Cheng Yu finally picked up his mobile phone, 7 or 8 missed from the same number, it was grandma. And that text message was sent by Zhan Simin.

"Brother Yu, we locked the key to the student union in the house today, I remember you have a spare, where are you? I'll get it for you tomorrow morning. ”

"I'm at school, I'm going to open your door tomorrow morning, good night!" Cheng Yu reluctantly typed these words, and as soon as he sent them out, the phone ran out of battery, and he didn't bother to charge it, threw it on the table, and slept with his clothes.

Cheng Yu felt as if he had fallen into a cold black hole, and his internal organs were also painful as if they had been distorted. He tugged at his roommate's quilt again, still shivering from the cold from his heart. He tried his best to think of something warm, the stove, the sun, but he thought of his father's warm and elegant study, and the two bodies glued together...... Cheng Yu shivered and twisted his thighs fiercely.

"If you think about something sad, you will feel cold, but if you think about something happy, you will feel much warmer." Then he remembered what his mother had said when he was 12 years old in the winter when she took him to the station in a donkey cart.

"No, I need to think about something happy...... By the way, I received a call from Lan Yue yesterday morning,

She said that she ordered a ticket for the 17th, and she could arrive on the morning of the 18th, and the 18th? Isn't it tomorrow? Great, I'm going to pick her up, I don't have to go back to school, just take the bus back to my hometown, I'm going to take her to see the place where I was born and raised, now the snow on the mountain must not have melted, and she must like the snow scene in the mountains. Cheng Yu imagined them holding hands and running in the valley, and their laughter echoed in the mountains...... Lan Yue's hands were so warm, he didn't feel cold, he only felt that he had never been excited, his heart seemed to jump out, and sweat oozed from his back and forehead. He came into contact with Lan Yue's soft body, and he felt that he was enveloped by a strange fragrance, which was frankincense, the kind of fragrance that his mother had in the depths of his memory. His heart calmed, and he felt that he had suddenly become a baby under his age, lying in the arms of a young mother, who had become the beautiful and holy Virgin Mary, dressed in a snow-white gown, caressing him with her soft fingers and lips, and kissing him gently. They were surrounded by a crowd of angels and sang hymns of blessing, not the neat melody of the church, but the echo of the mountain......

He was confused, drunk, laughing, sweet......

Suddenly, his smile was frozen by a cold current, and Bishop Claude, dressed in black, appeared in front of him, standing by the gallows, his eyes unexpectedly obscured by thick lenses, reflecting a strange green light. Cheng Yu felt that his heart was almost shrunk, twitched in horror, and clenched the arms that hugged him, but he felt that his skin was cold and stiff, like a marble statue, lying on the white miserable snow. The angel was gone, the soft gauze was gone, and the white sheets covered her body. The cardinal began to pray for her with a cross...... "You hypocrite! You executioner! Mom! Mom! ”

Cheng Yu wanted to shout, want to cry, and wanted to rush over and tear off his wide and solemn black clothes, exposing his sinister face, but his body seemed to be frozen and unconscious. He woke up in fright, full of tears, cold sweat on his back, and the quilt had been kicked to the ground at some point. The dreary cold air surrounded him, and he simply didn't cover the quilt at all, allowing himself to stretch like a zombie. He didn't dare to sleep again, for fear that the terrible dream would tug at his nerves again. In the second half of the night, severe abdominal pain and vomiting drove him to the toilet three times, and the last time, he almost crawled back, and the sky was getting brighter and brighter, Cheng Yu felt that his whole body was as heavy as lead, and his consciousness was becoming more and more unclear......

Lan Yue, on the Mercedes train

The night was so calm, only the rhythmic tremor of the train was heard, like a huge cradle, and the snoring in the carriage also came and went, Lan Yue packed up and climbed into her upper bunk, and a couple in the middle bunk was still whispering on one bunk. Lan Yue saw the middle-aged woman wearing a sweater opposite laying out the work that was about to be completed under the pillow, she smiled at Lan Yue, turned around and fell asleep.

Not sleepy, Lan Yue took advantage of the faint night light on the roof of the car to find her blue diary, which was still given to her by Zhan Simin, and after turning a few pages, she suddenly remembered that the note that her mother had stuffed into her when she was leaving was still in it, and she hurriedly flipped it out and opened it...... There are only a few lines in it - "Yue'er, mom has to admit that you are already a bird that flew out of the cage, but no matter where you fly, you must always remember not to break through the last limit of girls, women can only be respected by others if they have self-respect." ”

What is the final limit? Lan Yue put the diary on her eyes, she thought of Cheng Yu, she felt very dazed, and a little inexplicably excited. Gradually, she felt that her side had become an ocean, and she rode alone on that lonely sail, drifting in the vast sea. The sea was so blue, pure and calm, without a trace of variegation, and at the end of the sea was a bright moon, dotted with white sails, shining and shining...... The sail point is getting closer and closer, and it turns out to be two visually overlapping birds, chasing forward. The sea became cheerful, and the waves were like naughty children, jumping and laughing desperately...... Suddenly, the bright moon was gone, the sea suddenly darkened, the rolling dark clouds covered the sea and the sails, the wind rolled the huge waves, and the thunder and lightning that followed instantly staged a crazy dance show, the two sails appeared and disappeared in a noise, and finally, one of them was swallowed by the huge waves, and the other was lonely in the wind...... Lan Yue opened her mouth and wanted to shout, but a stream of salty sea water poured into her throat, and she woke up, her face full of tears and a cold sweat.

The carriage was still so warm and peaceful, and the couples in the middle bunk had already fallen asleep with sweet dreams. I don't know if it's sweat or tears, the diary next to the pillow is damp.

Lan Yue counted the clicks of the wheels passing the tracks, and she fell asleep.

Outside the flowing car window, the morning star is dotted alone in the pale gray sky, like a dying old man telling a story from the past. The sky has appeared white, and the white is gradually thickening, gradually spreading, and gradually becoming clearer. The starlight faded, and in its place would be an exciting splendour. The pale golden sunlight stubbornly shone through the windows of the car, and most of the people who gradually woke up had forgotten the end of the dream story, and they began to talk loudly, playing out a new story for a new day.

Lan Yue had already finished washing, packed her luggage and sat by the window. The car window is a flowing picture...... The sky is blue, there are no clouds, and it is easy to think of the sea, but it is calmer than the sea. The distant mountains are layered and continuous, Lan Yue thought, is behind the mountains the hometown of Cheng Yu's dreams? Recently, scattered snow is scattered irregularly between the ridges of the wheat field, and the wheat that has overwintered has begun to relax and bask in the early spring sunshine. At the end of the field, the farmhouse is scattered. The string of pictures without green in front of her looked a little pale, but it was simple and pure, which made Lan Yue think of the hard-working and kind peasant woman, the handsome rural female teacher, and her Cheng Yu. Yes, Cheng Yu is hers, and the big boy who broke into her life on countless moonlit nights has become an uncontrollable part of her life. Lan Yue wasn't sure, if it weren't for Cheng Yu's nostalgia for the mountain and his thoughts about his mother, would there be no encounter on their terrace? Even if it is an encounter, it may only stay at the level of "nodding" and "smiling", and now, Lan Yue has a kind of infatuation, a kind of worship, and a longing in her heart, she can't tell whether it is Cheng Yu or Cheng Yu's story that attracts her, in a sense, maybe Cheng Yu's mother seems to be the one who draws them closer in the dark.