The train started slowly on the track. Countless raindrops fell from the sky and hit the windows, splashing water droplets and turning into water, blurring the vision. The cold wind blew the curtains, bringing the wet moisture outside the window.
On the gray earth, vehicles were like little ants walking in this vast world. Wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas, people kept loading old things into trucks during the rainy season. Some people stood in the rain, staring at the ruined city in the rain, doing A final farewell.
The train kept moving forward, getting faster and faster, and everything in the line of sight gradually faded away and became blurry, until finally it was no longer visible.
Leaning against the car window, Heshia quickly wrote black words on the yellowed paper with a pen. This is a story depicting an ancient legend. The individual in the story, the ancient survivors who lost their homeland, once traveled through Passing through the dark and empty universe, they came to a brand new world. They came for refuge and finally found a safe place to live in this remote land.
The small pavilion was built on an isolated hill. There were no people around, only desolate grasslands and wilderness. Occasionally, wind fish would ride the cold current from the north and cross the sky.
On a sunny day, the silver wind fish will reflect a shimmering scale. When encountering water mist airflow, water droplets will condense on the surface of the wind fish and fall, forming a continuous rain curtain.
Wind fish are extraordinary creatures that love rain. During such seasons, they will play in the rain and cruise in the sky, just like the underwater world.
Gradually, more and more people live here, and the small pavilions turn into tall buildings built on the mountains, and continue to expand outward. Some tall buildings even reach into the sky. Whenever it rains, you can sit Next to the window sill, I watched the silver-scaled wind fish swimming by outside.
In mid-July, the summer heat wave slowly faded away, and the most lively celebration in the city arrived. Children, held by adults, walked among the palaces and pavilions and watched performances along the street. There were generals wearing bright clothes and colorful armor, and some waving long swords. There are dancing girls with sleeves and poets who play the pipa and tell stories.
The tall towers and palaces bloom with layers of colorful lights at night, reflecting the dark night sky. Aircrafts shuttle through these ancient and advanced floors, like thousands of birds, and it is extremely lively.
Although it is an era of advanced technology, people still miss the customs passed down in the past and pass them down from generation to generation.
However, the tide of the times has slowly swept into this remote corner of the star field.
The protracted civil war began, and the demand for military industry became increasingly strong. Countless immigrants moved from various parts of the Federation. Giant companies also sent many technicians to this remote planet to support the establishment of underground cities, and mining continued. , the roaring machinery like a giant beast rings day and night.
These industrial behemoths are like the steel backbone of the Federation. Under their support, space battleships that threaten the galaxy take off and rush into the vast universe. The blue tail flames are like stars rising slowly, covering the sky. day, no matter how many suns there are in the sky.
Dark raindrops fell from the sky, and every bird was submerged in the dirty muddy water. Wind fish no longer visited the city. High-rise buildings stood alone in the rain curtain, and there were no more people traveling on the streets.
Decades of brutal civil war finally ended. Reform was carried out in an unstoppable trend throughout the Federation. Countless dignitaries were taken to the execution ground. One by one, once-prestigious giant companies fell. After finally cleaning up these internal sores, the Federation slowly Slowly ushered in a new life.
Slowly, the industrial behemoths on this planet gradually came to an end. The industrial groups that were once spread all over the planet gradually evacuated. Some buildings that were too late to move and could not be taken away were exposed to the rain and slowly turned into ruins and debris. , which is regrettable and helpless.
In the ups and downs of the times, a city, a planet, even a country, and a civilization are so small, making people feel hesitant and helpless.
Everything in the past is gone. Complaints, confusion, doubts, pessimism, various emotions emerge between the lines of the story. The remaining residents stay in this increasingly deserted high-rise building, watching the abandoned ruins spread step by step, until they reach the roof. The tiles collapsed, revealing the deeply corroded backbone beams within.
Away from the blue sky and falling into the dark underground ruins, the residents who refused to leave wandered among the ancient and stagnant floors, and the day after day struggle began.
The corners of the yellowed pages were wet from the rain falling outside the window, and some of the writing was also hazy. Although it affected reading, it also added bursts of sadness and a sense of depreciation of time to the story.
At the end of writing, the girl's writing speed became slower and slower, and her pauses became longer and longer. She was thinking about how to end such a story.
Is it just a sad story about history? Is it just a sad legend that misses the past? Can there be a happy ending? Can people still see hope...
"In the end, they stood in the drenching rain, letting the cold rain flow through their bodies, and slowly left this place on the swaying and bumpy vehicle."
"There is no sad farewell, no relief, only such plain forgetfulness."
"Not everything is worth remembering, and there is no need to embellish everything in memory. Forgetting may be the best comfort, and they will also build a small pavilion on the new hill."
"The pavilion will gradually become taller, and their children will swim happily in it, without remembering those uncomfortable past events, without burdening the children with heavy burdens, and allowing them to grow up happily and freely, no longer Worrying about the past."
"May we all get rid of the shadow of the past and start everything again." The handwriting slowly stopped here. Hexia put down the pen and sat by the car window to look at the world in the rain. At this time, she could no longer see the distance clearly. That tiny black spot city.
After closing the yellowed book of notes and looking at the still blank title page for a long time, Heshia wrote one last line.
'Birds drowned in black rain - thousands of sails in memory. '
This is her seven-color picture book, and it is also a memory of the dark past in her life.
Although her mother, sister, and father all passed through her life, they all turned into dark sediments and were buried deep in her memory. She will remember many words and scenes, and will also forget the sadness and sadness, and will no longer dwell on them. In this black rain curtain.
From now on, she will no longer be obsessed with looking for those past events and memories, and let them be deeply sealed with her immature self in the distant past. Perhaps many years later, she will reopen this book and read through it. Those blurry and wet handwriting.
Life is still long, and new pages will slowly open.
(End of chapter)
