sunset mountains

It rained on the last day of March, when Erma's car stopped in front of Wei Chi's house, Xiao Yan climbed into the driver's seat and sat down next to Erma.

"Teacher Xiao leaned his legs inward," the Erma tricycle was on fire, "There is mud."

It didn't rain heavily last night, but the road surface was a bit slippery, and the tricycle would bring up mud spots when driving, Xiao Yanwei moved his legs, "Okay."

Erma put Xiao Yanwei at the intersection as before, Wei Chi hadn't finished class yet, Xiao Yanwei went to his dormitory to catch up on sleep.

He always slept soundly in Wei Chi's dormitory, but today he had a dream for the first time.

The weather in the dream is very good, like today, the sun is very strong, and every pore is very warm.

Dad drove his white car off the highway, Xiao Chengyang sat in the front seat, and he chatted with his mother in the back seat.

The car stereo is playing the slow rocking songs of the last century. After turning a corner, you will be greeted by lush trees, and in the distance are endless green hills.

There are thick clouds hanging in the mountains, because the vehicles are moving, so the clouds are also floating.

Then the village came into view, but Xiao Yan did not see a large piece of greenery.

Xiao Chengyang held the back of the chair dishonestly and turned his head and said something to him, both parents were laughing.

In the dream and outside the dream is spring.

Xiao Yan didn't hear some noisy bird calls, and the dream slowly dissipated.

As soon as Wei Chi returned to the dormitory at noon, he saw Xiao Yanwei curled up on the bed sleeping soundly. He walked over lightly, and put the back of his hand against Xiao Yanwei's profile.

Xiao Yan didn't sleep very lightly, he frowned and opened his eyes, seeing Wei Chi sitting beside him, stretched out his hand and pulled Wei Chi's sleeve to sit up.

Before the eyes were opened, the person leaned over.

Wei Chi's lips were dry, the tip of his tongue was soft, and the hug was warm.

The two kissed for a while, and Xiao Yan asked vaguely, "get out of class is over?"

"Well," Wei Chi helped him take his coat, "Get up, I'll take you to dinner."

Xiao Yanwei grabbed his coat and didn't want to put it on, "It's not cold anymore."

Wei Chi didn't insist, he thought about the current temperature, took his coat, "Then wear it when it's cold."

Xiao Yanwei sat in a daze for a while, Wei Chi quietly accompanied him, after a while, Xiao Yanwei said, "I seem to hear birds singing when I was sleeping."

Wei Chi bent down to help him take the shoes and arrange them, "The ears are really sharp."

Xiao Yanwei raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

Wei Chi asked him to put on his shoes, "Two birds came to the nest in the tree outside."

Before Xiao Yan was taken aback, he put on his shoes and ran outside.

Two very large birds were flying around the tree. I couldn't tell what the species was, and the flowers and colors were ordinary, but Wei Chi said, "It might be migratory birds."

Xiao Yanwei looked up and found that there were a lot of green shoots on the trees at some point. He looked to the side, and many trees were green.

He asked Wei Chi, "When did the buds sprout?"

Wei Chi shook his head, "I don't know."

It's windy outside, but it's not cold, with a mild earthy smell and some kind of light floral fragrance, and sometimes a cluster of floating fluff comes from nowhere.

The spring rain last night knocked down some early blooming flowers, Xiao Yan didn't look at Wei Chi, "Teacher Wei."

Wei Chi took Xiao Yanwei's coat and held his hand under the cover of the clothes, "Huh?"

Xiao Yanwei's voice was very soft, "Is spring here?"

Wei Chi squeezed his hand without any pause, and said affirmatively, "Yes."

Xiao Yanwei curled his lips, looked up at the two birds again, and said to himself, "When will it arrive?"

Wei Chi let go of his hand, took his shoulders and walked towards the main road, "Is it particularly important?"

"It's important," Xiao Yanwei said, "Didn't you say that spring here is particularly beautiful?"

"I'm lying to you," Wei Chi said in a very normal tone. Although he contradicted himself, he still gave off a very stable force. "It's the same in every spring."

Wei Chi walked very slowly, and spoke very slowly. His hand on Xiao Yanwei's shoulder rubbed against the side of his face, imitating Xiao Yanwei's tone,

"You must want to say 'Wei Chi, are you sick'."

He imitated him very much, Xiao Yanwei was amused by him, and also said, "Wei Chi, are you sick?"

"Well, I'm sick," Wei Chi laughed for a while, then turned his head to look at Xiao Yanwei, "Do you still remember when I told you that there is a pear forest on the mountain?"

Xiao Yan nodded, "I remember."

"I'll take you to see it tomorrow," Wei Chi said, "The pear blossoms are blooming."

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, he walked quietly beside Wei Chi, and after a long time suddenly said, "Wei Chi, I'm not going."

Wei Chi stopped, "What's wrong?"

There are many flowers and trees in the school, many of which were knocked off by the rain last night, and they were scattered around Xiao Yanwei's feet without any aesthetic feeling.

They stopped under a big tree, on which were purple-leaved plums that bloomed just right in April, Xiao Yanwei broke off a branch and pinned it to Wei Chi's neckline, "Every spring should be the same."

Wei Chi looked at him quietly without speaking.

Xiao Yanwei smiled, and said in a serious tone, "I've already seen it."

He said, "Wei Chi, thank you."

Wei Chi's last class was a psychological class meeting, and Xiao Yanwei didn't want to follow, but Wei Chi forced him to bring him here on the grounds that "if he doesn't see Xiao Yanwei, Wei Chi will be psychologically traumatized".

Several sets of desks and chairs were vacant in the class, Wei Chi moved a chair and sat next to Xiao Yanwei, watching the students exchange experiences.

The two sat in the last row of the classroom and occasionally met to exchange a few words.

Halfway through the class meeting, Jiang Shuo stood up, glanced at the two of them, and walked towards the podium.

"Hello everyone," Jiang Shuo said in a low voice, "I want to use this psychological class meeting to express my gratitude to a person."

His tone was firm, but his breathing seemed unsteady.

Wei Chi and Xiao Yan didn't look at each other, but they both looked at Jiang Shuo on the stage.

It took nearly half a minute for Jiang Shuo to speak again, "He is a person I can't figure out."

Jiang Shuo is not a person who talks a lot, but he talked a lot on the podium today.

He said, "I thought he was not very careful, but I only had a few words with him that day, and he saw my short sleeves."

Jiang Shuo's eyes were always shallow, Xiao Yanwei's eyes turned red when he saw him.

"That day he asked me, 'Jiang Shuo, aren't you cold'."

There was steam in Jiang Shuo's eyes, Xiao Yanwei looked at him quietly, moved his mouth, but did not make a sound, "Don't cry."

So Jiang Shuo blinked and continued, "I like Sunset Mountain very much, but I also hate it here."

"Teacher Wei is the one who gave me the idea of ​​'go out and have a look'," Jiang Shuo paused, and continued, "but that person is the one who made me think that 'there is hope to go out and have a look'."

He didn't say Xiao Yanwei's name, nor did he mention anything reminiscent of Xiao Yanwei, but he never took his eyes off Xiao Yanwei.

"I am walking behind him now, and I want to be like him in the future."

Jiang Shuo's words were sincere, but Xiao Yan didn't feel that he deserved it.

He was a person who wandered on the edge of the cliff all the year round, and there was no hope in the past few years. It was only after meeting Wei Chi that the severe winter passed.

Before he had even thought about it, he gave Jiang Shuo a hand.

But Jiang Shuo said, "Thank you for letting me see hope."

The last ten minutes of the class meeting were reserved for Wei Chi.

Wei Chi walked to the podium and raised his hands, "We can start applauding."

The class burst into laughter, Xiao Yanwei applauded with the students, and then stopped under Wei Chi's signal.

"I have taught many classes," Wei Chi smiled, "and taught many students."

He scanned the classroom with his eyes, and his tone was very gentle, "There are seven empty desks in our class. In fact, I have to go through all these every time the school starts."

"Teacher is also very fragile inside." Wei Chi joked, and the students started laughing again.

When the laughter gradually died down, Wei Chi's tone became serious again, "So the first person I want to express my thanks to is you."

The class gradually quieted down, and the smile on Wei Chi's mouth never faded.

"I am honored to stand in front of you and become the person I always wanted to be. Thank you for sitting here and supporting my simple and ordinary dream."

"I am an ordinary person with little power, but when I stand on the podium, I still feel that I have a great responsibility."

"I will tell you books, do test questions, and talk about small but real hopes."

"The book depicts a world that is completely different from Sunset Mountain, but for the specifics of this world, you need to go around the book and take a look outside."

"In Sunset Mountain, each generation has its own mission, and everyone has their own pressure."

"But if you really can't get out, I hope you will never stop."

"One is to maintain enthusiasm, and the other is to have hope."

"The spring in Sunset Mountain is good, so it's not a bad idea to stay here."

Wei Chi paused for a moment when he said this, his eyes crossed the entire classroom, he paused for a second on Xiao Yanwei in the last row, and then quickly left.

"There's one more person I really want to thank."

Wei Chi lowered his head and smiled, "He is my friend, my lover."

The students booed again in the classroom, Wei Chi raised his hand and gestured calmly, pretending to be puzzled, "What's the matter? The teacher is so handsome, is it hard to understand after getting married?"

Before Xiao Yan looked at Wei Chi, he also laughed.

Wei Chi coughed twice, and said slowly in the rustling classroom, "I'm a teacher, and I can talk about the big truth, but I'm... clumsy with my tongue, and my love is beyond words... surface."

Wei Chi slowed down his speech, "Walking on this road, I will feel helpless and sometimes feel lost, but I will never be disappointed."

"Because every time I look into his eyes, it hardens."

The students were still immersed in the excitement that Teacher Wei had married. The classroom was not very quiet. Xiao Yanwei stopped smiling and looked at Wei Chi from a distance.

Wei Chi's eyes fell on Xiao Yanwei, and he said softly, "I want to walk by his side all the time."

Xiao Yan didn't look at Wei Chi on the podium, his heart ached slowly, he thought of the dream he had when he was catching up on sleep in Wei Chi's dormitory at noon.

Xiao Chengyang supported the back of the chair, turned his head and said to him, "Brother, I have made three wishes."

Xiao Yanwei didn't hear what he said clearly, a migratory bird came to the window and woke up Xiao Yanwei who had been refusing to wake up after a long dream.

He opened his eyes, and kissed Wei Chi, who came from afar, for a short but long kiss.

Those regrets and sorrows, like the melting snow on the top of the mountain, came in a big way, rolled around on the sunset mountain, and in front of his eyes, there was only a thin handful left.

He ushered in the spring of life.

Wei Chi said amid the applause from the audience, "For the last two minutes, let the special guest, Mr. Xiao, talk to you."

Xiao Yan didn't look at him, but walked up to the podium amid the applause.

Wei Chi brushed past him, and their fingertips touched each other.

Xiao Yanwei stood on the podium and waved his hands, "It's not Mr. Xiao, I want to come and he won't let me come."

The students started laughing again, Xiao Yanwei said, "Teacher Wei is too careless, if you really want me to talk, you won't just stay for 2 minutes."

Wei Chi booed from below, "You can wait."

Amid the echoes of the whole class, Xiao Yanwei said, "I'm a liberal arts student, so please say something sour."

The classroom returned to silence, Xiao Yanwei smiled.

"I hope you have the urge to move forward and the courage to face the past boldly."

"I hope you have your own ideals, be brave to test, less wrestling, less rain."

"I hope that there is no standard to measure your preferences, you don't have to be logical in everything, the future is open, and there will be no disadvantages."

There was thunderous applause from the audience, Xiao Yanwei took a piece of chalk on the podium, "Teacher Wei teaches English, so I'll 'follow what I like', and send a message to Teacher Wei."

Wei Chi stood up and looked at Xiao Yanwei.

Xiao Yan did not turn around and wrote a line on the blackboard.

"I go first."

When the period falls, the far-reaching and long-lasting bell rang throughout the school, and the students rushed out of the classroom like birds and rushed to far, far away places.

The setting sun fell into the mountains, startling the clouds in the valley.

Wei Chi and Xiao Yanwei stood at opposite ends of the classroom, looking at each other in the afterglow of the setting sun, Xiao Yanwei smiled, "The translation of this sentence is..."

"The road ahead is clear, you and I will go forward together."

Spring is not too late, and it has never fallen on every inch of the 960 million square kilometers of land, in the Sunset Mountains, beside Xiao Yan.

In the hearts of every hopeful, ordinary and great ordinary person.