Chapter 15 Epilogue Xia Zhi's Tombstone Inscription

You are the flourishing camphor in summer, rooted in my warm heart On those capped wastelands, the tombs of Lili, the tombstones of summer that have faded in color, are covered with thick snow. Summer seems to have just passed, the heat of the sun has not yet faded, and the shadow at noon is still stretched on the ground briefly, but in the blink of an eye, it is the vast snowy winter.The birds hid in the depths of the thick fallen leaves, leaving a distant cry, frozen on the blue sky wall. I haven't thought of you who was by my side for so many years. I didn't think of you who had been by my side for so many years.

Those summers are long dead. When I started writing this story, it was still sunny June, and in a blink of an eye, it was deep winter. At the end of January, it should have been the season when the cold north wind was rushing through the wilderness, but now, outside my window is Hainan The warm sunshine, people wearing short sleeves showing their dark skin, and the girl carrying fruit walked by the street. I looked from the 7th floor of the hotel, it was such a complete and huge summer, I couldn’t feel any winter breath , at this moment, all the words seem to be revived, and those blurred long-ago summers, with the strong smell of the tide, rush towards our faces.

No one would think that it is already winter. Everyone thinks that it is a sunny summer day, but the real summer died long ago at the intersection of Nianhua bifurcation, was buried hastily, and the tombstone was hurriedly carved. the summer. Those boys, taught me to grow. Those girls, taught me to love. Those who come back to life in my writing have taught me more.They are all angels in my life.On many sleepless nights, I lay naked on the floor with my laptop glowing blue.They always love to talk to me in the dream. Lu Zhiang said in a mischievous tone, Xiaosi, let me tell you, don't keep writing about Fu Xiaosi, I am the leading actor.

Fu Xiaosi said in a quiet tone, "Xiaosi, do you think those summers will really disappear? Yu met in a stubborn tone and said, Xiao Si, one day, I will become the shining person in all of China. Waking up on the floor, eyes aching, outside the window is the winter that is beginning to snow, but Fu Xiaosi is still riding a bicycle, wearing a thin white shirt, crossing the streets under the shadow of camphor in summer, turning a certain corner, and disappearing . And after more than half a year, they really disappeared.As if never existed in this world. In other words, they never really existed at all.

I forgot my original idea of ​​writing this novel, and everything fell apart in the later development.All the original assumptions were overthrown, and in the end, such a tragic story was arranged by me to have a calm ending. I don't even know how to explain this situation. It seems that I am very unwilling to say that I have grown up or seen through the world, but those intense thoughts that existed in my mind long ago have long since disappeared.The story seemed to be even more tragic, but it didn't abruptly stop at the most tragic ending. The story of "Summer Solstice" was arranged by me to have a quiet ending, long and gentle, and was expanded into a loud call by the monsoon in the corner of the world.

The psychedelic narration in the first half is just like what Luoluo said, a puzzle I set up. When everyone is sleeping in such a warm and lengthy summer dream, only I know what happened next. In the winter there is a non-stop heavy snow. In the heavy snow, all the temperature, all the camphor, all the phoenix flowers, all the love and hate, and all the birds will die together in that warm and steep day. The sudden acceleration of the rhythm, the sudden jump of the world, the sudden rotation of the gears, and the sudden unexpected events surged and broke through the surface of the earth. Then everything turned into silent rocks on the wasteland.Under the white sunlight reflected by the heavy snow, quietly listen to the strong wind howling past.The years were completely blown to pieces.Towards the north, fragmented.

The world is cut at such a gentle angle.Daylight poured in like quicksilver, filling all the gaps.After solidification, it emits mirror light, reflecting a thousand worlds. I can also stop missing you, but when I see the white shirt, I still close my eyes. This kind of clothes only look best on you. I can also no longer be depressed on a snowy day, but just passing by the door of a convenience store, I still feel that you, a young man, will turn around from the front and extend your clean and flexible hands to me at this moment. I can also sleep alone and I am no longer afraid. I can also quietly flip through the classmate book at dusk, and stop crying when I look at your smile on it.

I can deal with those long-standing things calmly. These are all things that failed in our past years. Our friendship, love, mutual care, and mutual resentment have all been lost to the great time.Faced with my failed youth, I would also be slightly depressed, but these are also things I can't help.It is these you who used to be, it is these stories you brought to me, that will make me a warmer person, a more mature person in my future life, and become one of those happy people in the world. One. But these have nothing to do with you. We are all scattered in the wind of the years like this, and when we go back to the pass, we can't see the traces of being together.

Even though we were together so hard. You are all legends in this world. You made so many people cry. My heart seemed to be flooded with water, and I couldn't bear to hold it lightly.A little strength can make me cry. I don’t even want to say how many emotions this novel is filled with, how many shining days I am filled with, how much my sadness at dusk is filled with, and how many mornings I stand on the rooftop watching the birds. Such a long period of time, from April to June of 2004, to 2005?moon.It seems that this story will never end. We have been smiling quietly in their years like this, blushing slightly when looking at Fu Xiaosi, happy when seeing Lu Zhiang, and wanting to gently hold her arm when seeing Lixia When I saw Yuyu, I wanted to hold her hand and run forward.Those people whose smiles are like scattered peach blossoms all stand in my memory.They were never far away.

And the story always has an end. Never regularly makes me sad that there is any novel that can be written.When I used to write novels, I was like a quiet bystander, or like a great and competent screenwriter, laughing and arranging the saddest plot.However, when I finished writing the last chapter of "Summer Solstice", I wiped off the remaining moisture in the corners of my eyes. Like a huge stage play, like a four-hour long movie, like a one-hundred-episode TV series, the lights are finally turned on at the end, the empty theater, the messy seats, the floor full of Coke can and paper bag with popcorn.The people who shed tears in the dark time just now suddenly remembered those girls and boys who appeared quietly and warmly in their lives in the past years. All of them disappeared gradually when the lights were on, leaving only one In the empty theater, I stood in the middle and shed hot tears.

I will never miss you like this again. I will never worry about your fate like this again. Because I know that you've matured, and the things you've learned by failing hard have made you so good.It's so good that I can watch you laughing quietly, so good that I like you so much, even so that I can feel soreness deep in my chest. That's why, at the end, I will be left alone, standing on the empty ground, crying sadly. I know you all disappeared. But if one day, I just said if. If one day, when I am sad, will you come back to see me? Xiaosi, Lixia, Zhiang, Meet, Duanqiao, Qingtian.You know, in my heart, you are all such lovely people.I even feel that I have been with you for a full ten years. I have seen the summer solstice for ten years.Camphor flourishes in every corner of the city. I have seen heavy snow for ten years.Asakawa No. 1 Middle School was unbearably cold.Everyone held a water glass and formed a long line at the door of the boiling water room. In front of the three hot water faucets, in the rising steam, we chatted happily, or fought with each other, and were even scalded by the splashing water. Gotta jump. I have seen ten years of growth.Lu Zhiang wore the XL school uniform early on.The ordinary student uniform is worn by you with a majestic temperament, but you are so playful, even after you come back from Japan and become quiet and mature, you will still wear it in those uncomfortable moments. The suit suddenly jumped and sat on the railing by the side of the road, causing Fu Xiaosi to frown. I have seen crying big and small in ten years.Lixia's tears make me feel real and not artificial every time.Such a peaceful girl, such a simple girl.Use her frail youth to help Xiao Si prop up a low sky.It is very low, very low sky.But it is Lixia's full strength.Even though you know that Xiaosi's sky is infinitely high, where the clouds cannot climb, but you still work hard quietly.In summer, help Xiao Si iron his shirt to look extra straight, and in winter, help him prepare warm wool socks. Watched the gritted teeth in ten years.In the journey of encountering setbacks, in those rough days, you still have a stubborn face.Sometimes when I think of you slightly, I feel sad.Not because of your tortuous fate, but because you refuse to admit defeat at any time.Such a stubborn life is very much like what I used to be. You are getting old.Where are you? Those poems that have been sung are slowly revived in the sunlight.The reeds continue to cover the quicksand and pupils, leaving only the legends carved on your tombstones, expanding into atonal ballads in the wind. Inscription on Summer's Tombstone.Songs sung by Lily Zhou. After many years, in your world, fresh branches and leaves will be re-issued, shuttled into a whole picture of radiant youth. How will you remember me with what mood after all the days have passed? These are the questions that I have repeatedly thought of this winter. Time flies by like a cloud.Our youth shuttles thinly above the blue sky. The sentences I wrote before seem cruel here. We have all forgotten that the years to come are still so long, so long that I can fall in love with someone again, just like I liked you back then. But, can you really like him the same way you like him? I don't believe it yet. Those deep traces of memory, only you can step out with your feet. In those long dark nights, only your smile can light it up. Those cold wind and snow, only your coat can let me hide safely, you are like a squirrel, completely unaware of the wind and snow outside the tree hole. In those weak moments, only your hug can give me strength. In your arms, all those heavy injuries that I seem to be unable to resist will slowly heal. Those sad years, only you can give me. Those prosperous camphors, only you can look up with me. Asakawa is a fictional city that I made up. In that city, I keep all my memories. And now, this city also appears in your eyes, leaving a memory ever since. I don't expect that you will still remember these kind people and the stories between them many years later.However, as long as you walk through the shadow of a camphor tree in those sunny summers, when you look up and see the fragments of sunlight, and when you see a boy in a white shirt with clean hair outside the window riding When waiting in front of a red light with a bicycle, when I saw two girls holding hands and rushing down the stairs with happy smiles on their faces, when I saw a boy swimming silently in the swimming pool, one after another. One time back and forth, when I saw two handsome boys wandering on the street with a tall shepherd dog, I saw two boys lying on the grass flowing like mercury in the sun, with them by my side when the drawing board. At these times, will you think of everything you have seen in the book? Those tragic youths we once thought, those dark years we once thought, and those things we once thought wronged, all become forgivable stories in other people's stories. It may be that I was young and frivolous before, and always felt that the world was dark and everything was unforgivable.But on the sundial where the sun is flowing quietly, on the rainy mountain road, when the wild flowers burn continuously across the wilderness, and when the monsoon brings rain once a year, everything is like a shell that has faded in the accumulation of years. The hard shell reveals the soft interior, giving birth to shining pearls. Is this growth? Is this the adult world I've always felt dark? How can there be such a kind and beautiful face? So for a long time after I finished the manuscript, I felt that these characters that appeared in my book were not actually created by me. They were there long ago, and they really existed in the depths of a dense jungle in the world. Or the top of the snow-capped mountain, and one day they coincidentally appeared in my life, taught me to forgive and tolerate, taught me, no matter how big setbacks I encounter, how much I am lost, in the end, they can all be in the palm of time, In the change of time, he was completely healed. This is an amazing thing that can teach me things that I would never have learned in previous lives. It's just that now you're all gone, like angels, back to a distant heaven. Chapter.forver was added last.Originally, the ending was the most tragic time to stay in the front. However, after so many years and so many things, I am no longer the child who doesn't want to grow up, I am no longer the weak person who likes to cry, and I am no longer the one who is unrelated to unrelated people. And sad. Because deep down, there are too many things.Along with the different wind directions in the four seasons, they blow into my body continuously and endlessly, and something called forgiveness and forgiveness flows in my blood. This is also my first novel in which the villain has not been discovered. Even if Qi Qi has done a lot of things that I have done wrong to Li Xia and the others, in the end, I didn't have the heart to expose it. Like an old man in his late twilight years, with the mood of "a person who is about to die speaks kindly", so all the things that were once thought to be tragic, in the end, turned into a kind of faint heartache. No one cried, no one roared, no one mourned the dead like Lin Lan missed Lu Xu by leaning on the tombstone.Everyone is carrying the tranquility after the tsunami has passed. Standing in a quiet and long summer.With eyes that are so deep that they can pass through the seasons, engrave a more profound inscription on the summer tombstone. The plot that finally appeared in the dream was not written into the book: Lu Zhiang leaned against the cold prison wall, with a letter written by Fu Xiaosi in his hand.Those familiar and neat fonts, with the familiar taste of summer, smudged layers of halo in the eyes. Looking up the window is already deep autumn.Countless migratory birds fly across the sky in groups.He knew they were all going to the open waters to the south.The reeds are softly pulled out of the water, and the sea mouth reveals a quiet face behind the deep and shallow wooden piles.They will then roost throughout the long winter.And the thoughts that the migratory birds took away when they left stretched on the water surface, sparkling.The long summer is finally over.The temperature dropped rapidly.It seems that winter has broken through the envelopment of summer heat, slowly walking on the shadow of the sun heat. Lu Zhiang closed his eyes, a tear silently hit the paper, blurring a small piece of pen writing. Xiao Si, there are many things I want to say to you, but I can never find the opportunity to say them to you again.Under the sky at the four corners, I often watch the dim sunset alone. People in the prison have their own groups, activities and meals together, but I am still used to being alone.This is not so-called loneliness, but a lonely world.I used to always feel that you are living in a world that no one can enter, which is unimaginable, but now I can finally feel it clearly.It was a world where you could only stand in the wilderness by yourself, watching the clouds float across the sky and cast deep and shallow shadows from above your head.Many times I say to myself, I am not sad.However, when I watched the late autumn coming when Tianguang fled, my heart was still slightly sour.There will be a day when some miracle will suddenly appear, time will be reversed, or fate will come.Will we lie on the lawn again, let the soft grass tickle our necks, let the scent of the green grass make people drowsy, and let the summer sun make our closed eyelids bleed red? Do you think there will be such a day?