Chapter 6 Chapter 2 Walking and Singing-2

In a small northern town, it is snowing in February.The cold wind blows, as if it will forever engrave this plain white beauty in the moment of looking back.Beauty freezes in the slightly humid air in this frozen season, drop by drop, hard, sharp, with deep edges and corners, poking out from the depths of the heart.Torn, scratched, you can smell the faint crimson in the slippery sweetness.The blood will also coagulate, one by one, and this white, buried under the street tree.There will be no pain and no tears, everything seems so quiet and natural.Just like me at this moment, silently wrapped in octagonal snow petals.I don't know where to stay in my eyes, so I close my eyes.Think about it, just grow old like this.

I think, if you were here, I wouldn't be so sentimental.You will definitely raise your sunflower-like clear smile to soak my heart in the orange juice of the sun, and without hesitation, you will hold my hand and talk freely.The temperature of 36°C between my fingers makes me feel very warm, intimate and close, like thick chocolate melting and flowing on my tongue, with an unparalleled mellow aroma.You will say, the girl can't be so sad.You will say, silly girl, be happy, we will always be together.But now, I'm alone again.Walking alone, I let out white mist to warm my stiff fingers.Drinking alone, our favorite uniform milk tea.No one will argue with me who is the older sister and who is the younger sister, no one will argue with me about who is taller and who is shorter, no one can hug me when I feel helpless, no one will share the 36°C between my fingers with me .From now on, alone.

The snow will still fall quietly, accompanied by the wind full of water vapor and slight tide that is rare in this small town.Memories are hunting in the cold wind, but they can't be drifted away in the wind with the falling snow.Your voice on the phone is still hearty and bright, and you can imagine that you on the other end of the line are shaking your head naturally when you use your right hand to move the bangs covering your eyes aside.When we met on the bus, you held my hand tightly but said to me, don't hold my hand, let us walk more freely.I will always remember the "Red Beauty" you sang in the class of the old class with your voice lowered, and your favorite westlife.Maybe you don't know, since I can't see you, I start to hate the people around me to have any physical contact with me, loathe, hate, and finally can't get used to it.Looking at everyone in the graduation photos, I still feel sore. When I look at the scene in front of me, I still think of the snow in the third grade of junior high school and the scenes of you drinking and fighting in the classroom at that time.

Some people say that water will condense into snow only when it is blessed with beauty.I remember seeing you when I entered the room at the Grammy party last June.Later you were called to fight wine, I sat on the sofa outside and slowly sucked the light green juice on the table with a long straw I looked through the wooden lattice window at the dark red overhead light on you in front of the dark bar .The air-conditioning was turned on fully, the music in my ears was loud, and the summer solstice was about to rain outside, pattering.Unmoving, as delicate as the still Mona Lisa in Da Vinci's oil painting.

I don't know how to end it, so I can only wish.The snow is still falling, I hope it can freeze time, as for where to be buried, it will be buried in my torn heart. It wasn't until the end that I realized, I didn't realize that the so-called love is nothing more than drinking water. one I floated lightly in the air, looking down at a room full of men and women.Everyone was thinking, and the room was quiet. A handsome young man stood up with a "thump—" "I think this graphic novel should use my character map." "John, don't worry, sit down first." A girl who looked quite temperament waved her hand, "This meeting is just to tell you that your task group picture has passed the motion."

"Huh... that's fine." John's face softened. "However..." the girl elongated her voice, "We need you to give some explanation to your group pictures, explain clearly, and hope that you can use your pictures to reproduce the story again." "No problem." John plugged the data cable into his laptop with a confident face.After the lights were turned off, a picture of an elegant lady suddenly appeared on the screen in the conference room. I saw that woman with delicate features, innocent and innocent, with a lovely attitude of a young girl. John cleared his throat, "As everyone knows, this is the heroine of this novel——Concubine Yu."

Like being struck by a bolt of lightning, my eyes suddenly became bright white, and I almost fainted in the air. Concubine Yu, Concubine Yu, I, Concubine Yu... two In July of the first year of II, Xiangcheng. Dad held the door firmly with the broken vat, then returned to the bed, and slowly straightened the bedding on me. "Xiao Yu, your fever hasn't subsided yet, take a good rest, don't worry." Dad comforted me in a low voice, and then wrapped my body with the quilt that was so thin that it looked like a single piece of clothing. "Daddy, what's the situation outside... how is it?" I struggled to make a sound.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Yu, it will be over soon." Dad stroked my head kindly. "Yeah." I simply closed my eyes and stopped thinking about it. I heard from the wounded soldier that the one who led the attack on Xiangcheng was a brave young man... Can a young man really lead the three armies and defeat the rebel army under the traitor Qin Jia?The city has been besieged for several days, with more and more casualties, food and water have almost been cut off, and I don't know how the lives of civilians like myself will change? I felt like a fire was burning in my body, and colorful clouds appeared in front of my eyes. Time went up and down, and my body rose and sank.I always feel the cries of women and children, the mourning songs of soldiers, the horns of attack, and the sad and urgent call of my father: "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu..."

three "John, why are you trying to exaggerate the battle of Xiangcheng? You must know that in Xiang Yu's military life, this battle is too small." The girl asked suddenly. John pressed the pause button, "This is the beginning of the alluring love, isn't it? Xiang Yu rescued Concubine Yu from the panicked crowd, and the two fell in love at first sight. Such a beautiful beginning, how can it not be colorful?" "Not bad." The girl smiled sweetly, "Go on." John could see the expressions of praise from all over the room, and he pressed the projection button contentedly.

Another picture of a lady appeared, and the crowd was amazed. "I can't blame Xiang Yu for his deep affection for him..." "Yes! This is an appearance that ordinary people can have!" "Not only the appearance, but the figure and temperament are simply too perfect!" John's voice drifted from below, "This is sixteen-year-old Concubine Yu. She accompanied Xiang Yu through his glorious life with this appearance." Then John changed many pictures. Although the clothes, movements, and expressions are different, the "I" in the pictures is undoubtedly happy.

My cold fingers slid across my still clean face, and I shed tears on my own. Have I ever been that happy? Four I was sitting alone in the tent, the candle was burning quietly, forming a picture of loneliness. Outsiders only know that King Xiang has deep affection for me, but only I know that what he loves is the satisfaction of vanity and possession that I bring him.What could be more satisfying to be at the company of a beauty the world wanted? How can outsiders understand, how can they understand? In the Battle of Xiangcheng, he broke through the city and killed all the guards, found out where I lived, and took me away smoothly.I was in a coma with a high fever, how could I have the strength to resist?The poor father insisted on chasing the army for more than ten miles, trying to get his daughter back.King Xiang glared angrily, and there were only more corpses of refugees on the side of the road. He has me so easily, the most beautiful woman in the world - Yuji. Heavy footsteps accompanied by turbid breathing, he scored. I picked up my tired face and greeted each other with a smile. "Your Majesty won't be here for a long time, let the concubine wait." I pretended to be coquettish. He hugged me, with a smug smile on his face, "You are Gu's most proud trophy." ... Waking up in the middle of the night, looking at the sleeping hero next to him, my heart was full of tears. If we have a little love for each other, maybe it really is perfect love.It's a pity that Dad was murdered to death by him, how could he love him?However, why is there no way to find even hate? I know that we are the best actors in the world, he plays heroically on the stage of the world, and I am the beautiful girl in his arms who only smiles for him. We depend on each other, but we don't love each other. The most beautiful love in the world is nothing but a deceit under the perfect acting skills of the two. Fives A picture of me wearing scarlet scarlet silk and dancing with my sword drawn suddenly appeared on the screen. I watched silently without thinking about anything. "John, I like this picture very much! Yu Ji's sword dance at the end is really touching." The woman blinked her watery eyes. "Yeah, the king is exhausted, and the concubine can't live without it." John's voice dropped a few degrees. Your Majesty...is exhausted, the concubine...he...talk...live... Look, how perfect our performance was, we deceived the people at that time, and even the people of later generations have not discovered the deception buried under our great love.They still shed tears for our story, singing it over and over again, never ending... If they knew the truth, what kind of expression would they have? six In the fifth year of King Han, Gai went down. I opened the drapery and entered the camp. "Your Majesty, you are looking for me." I tried my best to look calm and put aside the news that the soldiers had just reported that the Chu army was retreating. "I want to watch your sword dance again." After speaking, he gently handed over his sword. I was a little surprised. He would never ask me to do things for him with such a low profile. He also asked me to dance the sword a few times before, but every time he threw the sword straight on the ground, and then just looked after himself. Let's drink. What's going on today? I suddenly thought of Chu Ge outside the tent, that desolate and mournful singing always reminded me of Xiangcheng, my dead father, and I couldn't stop feeling sad. Perhaps infected by this kind of emotion, I took the sword and asked, "Who is the concubine Yu the King?" "Trophy." He turned around stiffly, as if he didn't want me to see his expression, "The Chu army is gone, I'm afraid I can't protect you anymore. After dancing this sword, you can leave. You are just a woman, no fault ...Besides, people all over the world are envious of your beauty, and they will treat you kindly." "Your Majesty is exhausted, how can a concubine survive?" I raise my sword and spin it. This roundabout dance step is probably the best I have ever done in my life.Everything looks gorgeous in the passage of life. He understood my words, but he didn't have time to turn around and knock down the sword in my hand, but he just caught my fallen body. He just looked at me, but refused to say a word for a long time. "In this way... Yuji has completed all her performances. In this way, the king will like it... The king and Yuji... I..." I wanted to finish a long paragraph, but the heroic face in front of me gradually blurred, and if I tried to stare hard, it was pitch black. I feel that some water drops fell on my face, please forgive me, let me think it is his Xiang Yu's tears. It turned out that he would cry for me too. ... The next day, Xiang Yu held a grand funeral for Yu Ji, and posthumously named Yu Ji Queen Zhaorong. The story of Xiang Yu and Concubine Yu has gradually spread, and everyone knows it; after thousands of years, some people may forget Xiang Yu's meritorious deeds, but they will never forget his love with Concubine Yu. But I know that even though I may change the true content of the story because of love and hate, it will always be better than those who make up stories for me and him. seven The pictures of the meeting room have been played, and people left after discussing for a while. I followed the girl back home. When she was about to fall asleep, I gently asked, "Why do you like Yu Ji so much?" She smiled sweetly, as if talking in her sleep, "I hope to have a beautiful love like Yu Ji." I froze in mid-air. At this moment, I just understand, I just understand that the so-called love is nothing more than drinking water. only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.