countdown to winter

September is coming soon, Wen Xia has to go back to class, so he can't stay here, when he left, he left the small card to Ning Cheng, and gave it to Shi Xing when he was transferred to the general ward.

It was still hot in September, walking on the street, but I always felt that the wind was bleak, with a feeling of autumn. Wen Xia didn't know who to talk to, so he wrote those words on a card.

On September [-]rd, Ning Cheng called and said that Shi Xing was out of danger and had entered the general ward, "Thanks to the fact that the concentration of drugs in the hands of those traffickers is not high...if the concentration is high - don't think about it." , Brother, you can come and see him when you are free."

But Wen Xia really couldn't get away. One of the teachers in the third year of high school was pregnant with a second child, so he was temporarily transferred there.

Shi Xing never called him, probably because he was with his family.

A few days later, Wen Xia was finally free, packed his things and prepared to go to Beijing. The male teacher in the same office saw him in a hurry and said with a smile, "It's the first time I've heard that the teacher is in such a hurry."

Wen Xia smiled embarrassedly, went out, and ran all the way until he saw the figure at the school gate.

As if in a dream.

Ning Cheng supported him, and when he heard about Xia Lai, he left automatically, and went to the side, Shi Xing's face was pale, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, in the hot wind and green leaves, smiling at him from a distance.

Wen Xia's footsteps slowed down, and then sprinted over again, hugging him very lightly, afraid of breaking him, Shi Xing stroked the back of his neck with an extraordinarily gentle voice.

"I'm late, sorry, my Mr. Wen."

The white light in the sky gradually became warmer, like a flame, burning all over the field and everything. Wen Xia stared blankly at the fire. The center of the flame was empty, and suddenly a rose bloomed, like the one that Shi Xing gave him a few days ago. .

When that flower burns to ashes, it's good to kiss.

Shi Xing returned to that house again, still with the dilapidated green door, small advertisements all over the wall, the things in the house were covered with dust, and everything remained the same as before.

He continued to renew the rent. The landlord was curious at first, but later learned that Shi Haoran had gone to prison, and his expression changed suddenly, so he didn't continue to ask.

The key was thrown on the cabinet, making a crisp sound.

Shi Xing walked into the bedroom and pushed open the door, the sound of "creaking" was no different from a few years ago, and the black and white portrait came into his eyes, still smiling brightly.

Too much happened in this bedroom, his mother took medicine and died here, Shi Xing saw the filth and filth here, the scars left by himself, the scars left by Shi Haoran, all mixed together, have also healed— —Wen Xia broke in that day, picked him up horizontally, and left in a mess, so many days have passed.

Shi Xing held the notebook in his hand, he pulled a pillow, sat on it casually, and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I feel a little sorry for leaving you here alone."

Mother still looked at him with a smile.

"But you should be the one who feels guilty. You left me here alone. I don't blame you very much, but I don't want to see you. It's the first time I talk to you in so many years. I don't know if you're still listening."

Shi Xing opened the notebook, the words inside had faded due to the passage of time, and the paper was yellowed.

"Sometimes when I look at this diary of yours, I just think about what you want to tell me. It's impossible for you to leave it to me without a purpose." Shi Xing smiled, "After thinking about it, besides freedom, what else do you want Let me do something."

"Live your own life and learn to struggle and resist."

"Now that I have learned, I will return this diary to you—I will also let go of the past."

A black lighter with spread wings on it, with a "click", the blue flame is bright and hot, and the temperature burns to the old notebook, the paper screams silently, dark brown, bright yellow, time stars quietly Watching the notebook burn to ashes.

Everything will be reborn from the ashes, and at the end of the ashes, there will be a new flame.

Shi Xing sat for a while longer without saying anything. He stood up when the sun was shining brightest, patted the dust off his body, turned around, and suddenly thought of something, he turned his face and said.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm in love."

"You may not be very happy to hear that he is a man," Shi Xing said, "I like him very much, the kind I love very much, I hope you will bless us too. If you can't bless us, then there is no way, I can't Let me leave him—I hope you are in heaven, and don’t meet someone like Shi Haoran again—stay away from him. Goodbye.”

Shi Haoran didn't come to look for him again, probably because he was afraid, maybe he wanted to live a normal life.

Later, Shi Xing contacted the funeral company, sent her to the cemetery, and chose a good feng shui.As for that house—

"Are you sure you really don't want to renew the lease?"

"I'm sure," Shi Xing took the phone, walked out of the house, and said, "It's not necessary."

Walking out the door, I just saw the brilliant summer flowers.

Wen Xia sat on that bicycle, smiling at him in the shade.

"Are you finished?"

"It's over, just go back and find someone to take her ashes to the cemetery," Shi Xing stretched, "It's all over."

Wen Xia led him, riding a bicycle, through the shade.

Shi Xing suddenly said: "Stop!"

Wen Xia didn't know why, but still stopped, Shi Xing told him to wait, walked into the alley, hid in the darkness, and came back after nearly 10 minutes, Wen Xia looked at the sweat on his forehead, a little funny : "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Before he finished speaking, a bright red color suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"I saw that flower shop before. I passed by it once when I was in high school. It was raining heavily. You took me to your house. I remember the rose at the door. It witnessed my ashes and rebirth."

"Now, my new life is yours."

Shi Xing took the rose and carefully pinned the rose to the handlebar of the bicycle.

The rose was still dewy, looking at them tenderly.

Wen Xia lowered her head and smiled: "You."

Shi Xing leaned over, Wen Xia hooked his chin kindly, and kissed him lightly, "Thank you for the rose."

The snow melted, dissipating in the hot wind with the last ray of coolness.

Bike through the alley, take that rose, and rush to a distant place.

Since then, the spring has been full of sunshine, and the countdown to winter has come to an end.

The author has something to say: It’s over, there are two extras (the first one has a car, QVQ, it’s a bit shameful, it’s the first time to post such a large-scale car on the Internet, if it is locked, my Weibo is the parking lot, QVQ.)