sunset melting gold

After returning from the hospital, Fang Shiqiu became more silent than before and stopped talking to anyone.

The trembling and crying appearance in the hospital that day seemed to be just an illusion imagined by my father and the doctor, and it disappeared without a trace after appearing for a short time.

The silent winter is coming to an end, and the beautiful birds and pigeons fly back from afar and return to the embrace of the garden.

The winter in the south is warmer than the summer in the snow-capped mountains. What you see outside the glass window is not the same snow-covered scene. In the not-so-long cold season, the garden is always green.

Even though the garden is full of vitality, the clear sky surrounds the crisp and bright singing of birds, but it has lost the only owner who appreciates it.

Fang Shiqiu no longer sat by the window gazing at the garden, but sat by the bed all day looking at the empty white wall in a daze, turning a blind eye to the arrival of his father and the doctor.

Sometimes he would sink into depression without warning, sitting alone in a corner or lying on the pillow and weeping silently without making a sound.

Almost no one noticed Fang Shiqiu's collapsed emotions. It was not until he saw his red eyes and the remaining tears on his face when he was feeding the medicine that he hugged him in a panic and slowly stroked his bony back.

When the breath of early spring climbed the branches of the crabapple, the news that Fang Shiqiu tried to seek euthanasia spread like wildfire among his family members, and the strange and dull atmosphere shrouded every corner of the manor like a winter cloud.

Friendly peers no longer intrude into his garden, and the brightly lit outdoor swimming pool is dead silent all night. When the elders and servants pass by the door, they consciously slow down their steps and movements for fear of disturbing his rest.

The housekeeper replaced everything in the room with a soft silicone material, which has no sharp edges and corners, and will not break to hurt anyone.

Everyone took care of Fang Shiqiu's emotions carefully, and tried their best not to touch the sensitive and easily broken string in his heart.

However, Fang Shiqiu was not as painful as they imagined.

He pulled his thoughts away from his brain and wandered around the white wall, like a curious cat chasing the deep and shallow light and shadow on the white wall.

When the brain is empty, some strange things often appear in the empty palms.

Sometimes it was a warm and soft palm, holding his hand tightly between the fingers, and sometimes it was something wet like an eyeball rolling back and forth in the palm.

"Qiuqiu..."

Liang Min's voice suddenly sounded, Fang Shiqiu raised his head in a daze, his gaze scanned every corner of the room, but he couldn't find Liang Min's figure.

Panting animals walked past him, birds with beautiful long tails chirped and landed on the terrace, wind chimes under the eaves jingled, and the crackling of charcoal came from the corner of the room.

Countless different noises echoed in the empty bedroom, but Fang Shiqiu could only see a sea of ​​snow splashed with crimson.

The sea of ​​snow only stayed in Fang Shiqiu's eyes for a moment.

When the long spring begins, the boundless sea of ​​snow dissolves and melts in the rising temperature, and the devils that frequently appear in dreams are also wiped out along with the bloody red mud swamp.

Fang Shiqiu no longer dreamed of Liang Ming, and was no longer intimidated by him.

He seemed to wake up from a real and bizarre dream. All the memories of being humiliated and tortured slowly disappeared in the endless darkness, leaving only a thin gray-white shell.

When summer came again, Fang Shiqiu, who had been silent for nearly four months, suddenly spoke.

"I want to go to the beach."

"I want to see the sea."

He was born in a metropolis on the southern coast, but he has never seen the sea for a long time.

He was tired of the endless snow-capped mountains and the flowery gardens, and began to miss the boundless sea.

Fang Shiqiu's wish was like a stone falling into a pool of water, causing shallow ripples in the manor that was as silent as stagnant water.

No one knew why he suddenly wanted to see the sea, and no one asked why, but they all put down what they were doing and tried their best to arrange a trip to the sea for him.

Two days later, his father drove Fang Shiqiu to a small coastal fishing port in a neighboring city.

The coast in summer is a stage for crowds to revel. The beaches around the city are crowded with tourists, and the crowds are endless at a glance.

The neighboring cities and small towns separated by dozens of kilometers are another scene.

The secluded town is sparsely populated, and the fishing boats that have gone out to work have not yet returned. The snow-white waves beat against the reef and the beach, and the soft sand is covered with fragments of milky white shells.

There are no noisy tourists, this whole beach belongs to Fang Shiqiu.

He stood at the junction of the beach and the waves, stepped on the transparent light blue waves, and looked at the boundless sea in the distance.

Father stood on the dry sand a few steps away, and waited for the timid waves to recede before he stepped forward and put the coat in his hand on Fang Shiqiu's shoulders.

"Don't go too far."

Fang Shiqiu lingered in the white waves for a while, and soon returned to his father's side.

His father wiped the fine sand between his ankles and fingers, and then took him for a drive along the road around the island.

The car rounded several gentle curves, passed a barren and deserted reef beach, and finally came to the pier on the other side of the coast.

They boarded a private yacht docked at the port, facing the scorching sun and warm sea breeze in the afternoon, sailed out of the port with the sound of the surging tide.

The experienced captain sailed the yacht in the offshore. Fang Shiqiu sat in the semi-open rest area in the middle of the yacht, leaning on the fence to watch the sea scenery.

Shallow white waves floated on the endless sea, shining brightly under the sun, and the cool wind blew past the tip of the nose with a salty smell, leaving moist and sticky marks on the skin.

The buildings on the coast in the distance are shrouded in a light ultramarine mist, as hazy and illusory as a mirage that descended out of thin air.

The private yacht traveled around the islands around the town, and returned along the original route before sunset.

After drifting at sea for nearly an afternoon, even without much walking and exercise, Fang Shiqiu still felt tired.

He was lying sleepily on the sofa inside the deck, and his father who was sitting beside him suddenly patted the back of his hand lightly.

"Look, Xiaoqiu."

Fang Shiqiu raised his head and looked in the direction his father was pointing at. The distant sky was clearly reflected in his wide-open dark pupils.

The blue and clear sky half an hour ago has been submerged in gorgeous warm colors at this time, orange clouds are flowing away into the distance, and the sharp golden light cuts through the dense clouds, revealing the scorching sunset.

Fang Shiqiu didn't know how to describe the sunset in front of him, should he lay out a lot of gray purple and light blue, or use thick orange and thin red to outline it.

The intense red burns his nerves, making his brain intoxicated in the endless burning world.

He had almost forgotten what it was like to paint.

The yacht sailed towards the setting sun, the bitter sea wind brushed against his cheeks, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the setting sun.

The pervasive red orange sinks down from the sky, the deep blue precipitates a rich pinkish purple, and the shimmering light purple lines appear on the rippling sea.

The ever-burning sunset fell in mid-air, radiating the last lingering warmth while getting closer to the sea surface little by little. From Fang Shiqiu's perspective, it seemed that it was only a few miles away from being completely swallowed by the vast ocean.

It is warmer than the sunrise on the snow mountain, just looking at it from a distance, Fang Shiqiu felt that strong burning sensation.

He wanted to touch that warm sunset.

Those scalding golden lights will expel the haze covering the body, burn away the nightmare rooted in the heart, peel off the rotten and foul-smelling flesh, and reshape the twisted and deformed muscles and bones.

He will be reborn in that sunset.

Fang Shiqiu stretched out his hand towards the setting sun, the coat wrapped around his body was blown rattlingly, and his thin figure was tottering in the sea breeze.

The turbulent waves slapped the hull gently, and in a slight turbulence, the forward-leaning body lost its balance, fell from the high side of the ship, and fell into the icy cold.

The tide is like a boundless silk cocoon, wrapping Fang Shiqiu gently and properly, leaving no gaps.

The sea water covered the cochlea with a film, and he heard the sound of the tide flowing, and also heard the intermittent and indistinct shouts from the sea.

"—Xiaoqiu!"

Fang Shiqiu opened his eyes and saw the shattered sunset above the tide that was slowly falling down.

A translucent strip of light slid across his hand, and the sunset falling into the sea was like broken glass thrown into a furnace, and the hot red gold melted in the cold tide and poured into his chest.

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