Chapter 2 prologue farthest from summer

The world we see—the camphor tree is flowing green, the sunlight becomes transparent in the afternoon, winding to all the places it can reach, the bus stop not far away comes from the busy sound, and the people who fell asleep because of drowsiness People, casting trembling shadows, and cobwebs faintly in the corner.There is a gentle and comfortable rhythm in the air, as if it has stopped at this point forever, so that there is no need to think about how it will evolve in the future. If the world we see has not encountered the discretion of time, if it has not met the speed of derailment, if it has not been ignited, and finally blown into the air like a piece of falling soot, as if there is nothing, then maybe it will be Always bring the bitter fragrance of the camphor tree, with a perfect cross-section, stay in the place closest to summer.

The "Summer Solstice Has Not Arrived" brought by Siwei, which season we are sent to, what kind of footprints are buried there, what kind of music is left behind, let us think, say, and describe, but always Can't find a suitable idea.Only those good things deeply burned under the cerebral cortex, with the veins of the petals, as if we will never encounter winter again, lure us into the puzzle of the entire disappearing season. He let the summer that appeared in our memory change gradually among the emerald green grass and green, he let the warm sunshine and the crumbs of hyacinths expand in the air, and he waved his hand gently when he came, as if he could take away a little fragrance. Every young life is stretching its flawless body here, feeling itchy when it presses down on any piece of green grass.The grasses in Asakawa may not be as rare as evergreens in other places, but they will turn into notes that cover the entire city every summer.

Lixia passed by here.Fu Xiaosi clamped the drawing board to see how the girl cut a long line from the green lake like a white boat, his eyes were subconsciously gentle.Lu Zhiang was lying at his feet, biting half a small grass stalk, smiling slightly, the sun was too fierce, his three-dimensional eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled. This is a certain day in the story, a lightly described day.Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang continued to attack verbally, Lixia asked the hand they met and asked if we went to buy drinks.It seems that in this world wrapped in a blue-white soft shell, it can be completely believed that it will never be hatched, and can always describe such romantic and warm details for us, and become a long lyric song in the quiet background music .

Siwei uses a lot of pen and ink to describe this kind of time. Although it is accompanied by a brisk rhythm, it is only adjusted to the romantic and slow bottom tone. Here we can witness how those boys and girls gradually become clear from their They discovered the existence of each other in their own consciousness, how to enjoy the reality that they could not enjoy even with their own youth.It seems that all the secrets left in the studio, in the corridors, at the head of the stairs, and under the camphor tree in the school can be strung together in a row, forming a complete mind.He made every girl's blush a romantic cause, and he also made every boy's determination sonorous and powerful.

You can see how the things that happened to them or around us are written as a cry of surprise in our hearts.Under the embellishment of the text, those teenagers exuded a different kind of brilliance, how did they want to find a further future and find their own way with their eyes. It was a long period of intoxication.It seems that everything should be displayed in front of you in the most perfect posture. Each character has a different personality, and after combining with their actions, such a period of youth is produced.Although it is the simplest secret love, the most ordinary campus, and the most common girlish feelings, but because of the four-dimensional narrative, each character deduces with all his heart, and when we come to a certain corner, we are suddenly caught, and then move. Undoubtedly, under the beauty of the story, it was washed out of shape.

As if he was willing to create such a beautiful situation for us.Lu Zhiang and Fu Xiaosi are two different types of boys, but they are equally attractive.Encounter's debut was impressive, and her various actions afterwards made people feel her stubbornness even more.Like all gentle and kind little girls, Lixia exhales the heat from her body to make people feel her warmth, shakes and shakes her friend, and sheds tears from time to time.Even Qing Tian, ​​who appeared in just a few scenes, would make people worry with one or two sentences and close-ups from a certain angle.These shaping pens and inks in the story make "The Summer Solstice Has Not Come" give us an illusion of joy and inextricability.It seems that heaven and dreams are within reach, and the drums on the clouds can fall to the ground.

What about some paragraphs?With the spicy heat of early summer, and the extremely long afternoon after hearing the cry of cicadas, Li Xia looked for the beauty she could imagine in Fu Xiaosi's paintings. The happiness at this moment can spread to almost everyone. We They are also willing to believe that this cold, clean boy whose eyes often fall into the distance will really leave a happy texture with this ordinary and lovely girl based on their youth. It wasn't until the gears of fate finally overturned the first building during the rotation, allowing them to walk directly into the second layer of the human world from the soft and harmless life layer, that they realized that "the future" is not a shield that can deal with everything, it is a huge one. The weight, leading the person to fall leisurely.And where you want to go, what you want and where you want to go, you can't decide for yourself.The outstretched hand grasped the thorn of the thorn, and inserted it neatly into the skin.

I don't know how to describe them who left the campus, as if they heard the drums of heaven first, but it was just a small gift that slowly fell to the world. A snow fell, accumulated, and finally melted. The world is still world.The footprints you step on clearly record the process of getting lost all the way. Youth is such a fragile thing that cannot be retained. After all, Siwei never let them go, let alone us.He made every character deviate from his own course in the tide of fate, and we are just as powerless spectators, on the side, hearing our own sighs, but we still go through a bitter and helpless stop , walked through a sad stop.Then he realized that he had already been mentally tortured, and his soul seemed to have been whipped. Looking back at the past, the figures of those teenagers in the past seemed to be sleeping like small animals on the hillside of the shallow river , the light rested on their foreheads full of light.

The entire "Summer Solstice Has Not Come" spans ten years, and there are too many things that can happen in ten years. The youth lose their emerald green sap, and the whole city is replaced with a new fashion, and we have too many regrets that are hard to catch up. , Let everyone who walked out of the campus forget his pure white face at that time.And what Siwei gave Lixia and the others was also a series of ups and downs.There are both the warmth and pleasantness of the confession, and the thunderbolt of the bad news. At the moment when we hardly have time to think about it, new changes come again, and before we have time to heal the old wounds, new wounds are added, as if lost in a hurricane. Breathing, the whole person is gradually deprived of the faith he had when he was a child.

Siwei uses such an obvious sharp contrast to place the story between two rapidly rotating windmills. The airflow is intertwined, and small pieces of paper are torn into pieces after entering.We haven't fully prepared our minds yet, and we are still stuck in the pulse of time, thinking that we can look forward to the same happiness from now on. Later, when we watched Fu Xiaosi fly to Shanghai, he and Lixia each After sharing an earphone, our smiles were still on the corners of our mouths, and the tide in our hearts hadn't receded, but we didn't know how huge and intolerable the various misfortunes they would face later.

Perhaps nothing is more terrifying than "not knowing".After walking through the sea of ​​flowers for thirty miles, it suddenly turned into a boundless desert, with dead trees exposed in the distance, without any breath of life. Summer is going away irresistibly, as if it is going to disappear forever, taking away those beautiful past. Those hopes that are still stuck in the past are taken away by the endless air current before they have time to take away their threads, with admiration for teenagers, the taste of summer, and the tranquility that seems to last forever A sense of falling into some untouched wilderness. Fu Xiaosi's fake smile, Lu Zhiang's ruined future, Li Xia's whole heart sank into the mud silently after listening to Qiqi's story, meeting her lost loved one, Qiqi, who is lively and generous Dare to look at your former friends again.They used to be girls who could hug and sleep together, but at the end, they saw how each other tried to hide the loss and anger in their hearts.Countless things we did not expect happened one by one. Why didn't I spend a long, long time like before, and finally weave a net and put myself on it?Why do you remember the music for eye exercises but not the eyes you closed?Why do bad things always emerge one after another, and the only thing we can do seems to be endless remembrance of those summers in our memories, as if a helpless pilgrim hopes to borrow some shelter from it? And did not come to shelter them. In the farthest place from summer, ten years of time make people discover that nothing can last forever except memories. From the end of the story as a foothold, looking back at the youth, friendship, a little bit of love, admiration, and the hand holding the paintbrush that consumed most of our time, our eyes are separated by a distance of ten years, so that we have to use tears to enlarge it make them clearer.When Fu Xiaosi was looking for Lixia alone, could he still hear the conversation between the two on the steps?When Li Xia returned to Asakawa alone, and walked on the lush grass in summer, do you still remember the face of the boy beside him?Some remember, some don't remember, whether they remember or not, they are all thorns in the deep or shallow part of the body, reminding us that we can't go back, we can never go back, the summer that can't arrive will never come up. From to, and then to "The Summer Solstice Has Not Come".In this latest novel, Siwei once again gave us a sad ending, the only difference is that his writing style has undergone new changes, becoming quiet and thorough, combining freehand lyricism with narrative, in the first half of the story The film has made us feel the beauty of youth countless times, the subtle details, and the ubiquitous wit.And his well-known sensationalism has been more reflected in "The Summer Solstice Has Not Come". Whether it is the exaggeration of the campus in the opening part or the ambiguity between boys and girls, they are like trembling wings, clearly cast on us. in the pupil.The whole story is dominated by two rhythms, one slow and one fast. Under such a strong gap, the tragedy of the characters is highlighted, which seems to be one of the biggest features of the whole work. He just laid a trap for people, using the easy and harmless beautiful days to write characters worthy of our liking, watching them move their arms and legs, the boys pushed and joked, and the girls put on skirts and tried to pretend to be proud look.Now young and young, the future is bright, nothing can disturb it.Under such dense brushstrokes, everyone seems to believe that this kind of warmth will last until the end, so they gradually let go of their guards and want to have a touching ending.A happy prince or princess, Santa riding a moose, whatever. So it hit the author's arms. "The Summer Solstice Has Not Arrived" finally reveals to us what it looks like, the beautiful pollen that whitewashes life can be blown away with a light blow, as long as time suddenly disrupts our self-righteousness with an unprecedented rhythm footsteps.When the story is put into the pocket of the ending, we are like silt sinking at the bottom of the water, looking at the blue sky through the lake, but it is impossible to get up and touch them again, we know that the four-dimensional trap has succeeded again. In his plot, some ideas are forever stifled, some are still dying, people move silently between countless small life and death, let Lixia and Fu Xiaosi separate again after their lives come to the same point.And a few years ago, when she looked at his blank eyes in the corridor and turned to herself, the bitterness had disappeared. The style is neither dreamy nor colloquial. It tells us the destiny of many people that lasted ten years with a delicate and soothing rhythm. Siwei leads us to the place closest to that summer.You are all within reach, like little creatures basking in the sun, smiling or chatting, waiting for the bell to ring for the next class. so close. But it is the farthest summer.