Chapter 100: Pitch Black Picture Book
The train started slowly on the track. Countless raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the windows, splashing water droplets, turning into water flow, blurring the vision. The cool wind blew the curtains, bringing the wet water vapor outside the window.
On the gray earth, vehicles were like small ants walking in this vast world. Wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas, people kept moving old things onto trucks in this rainy season, while some people stood in the rain, staring at the ruins of the city in the rain, saying their final goodbyes.
The train kept moving forward, the speed was getting faster and faster, and everything in sight gradually went away, became more and more blurred, until it could no longer be seen.
Leaning against the window, Heshia quickly wrote black words on the yellowed paper with a pen. This was a story describing an ancient legend. In the story, those people, those ancient survivors who lost their homes, once crossed the dark and empty universe and came to a new world. They came for refuge and finally found a place to live in this remote land.
The small pavilion is built on a lonely hill. There is no one around, only desolate grasslands and wilderness. Occasionally, wind fish will ride the cold current from the north to the south and cross the sky.
On sunny days, the silver wind fish will reflect a shimmering scale light, and when it encounters water mist and airflow, it will condense into water droplets on the surface of the wind fish and fall, forming a continuous rain curtain.
Wind fish are extraordinary creatures that like rain. Every season like this, they will play and shuttle in the rain, and cruise in the sky, just like the underwater world.
Gradually, more and more people live here, and the small pavilions have become high-rise buildings built on the mountain and continue to expand outward. Some high-rise buildings even reach the sky. Whenever it rains, you can sit by the window sill and watch the silver-scaled wind fish swimming outside.
In mid-July, the summer heat slowly faded, and the most lively celebration in the city arrived. Children, holding hands with adults, walked among the palaces and pavilions, watching performances along the street, including generals wearing colorful clothes and armor, dancers waving long sleeves, and poets playing the pipa and telling stories.
The tall palaces and pavilions bloomed with layers of colorful lights at night, illuminating the dark night sky. One after another, aircraft shuttled through these ancient and advanced floors, like thousands of flying birds, and it was extremely lively.
Although it was an era of advanced technology, people still missed the customs that had been passed down in the past and passed down from generation to generation.
However, the tide of the times slowly swept to the corners of this remote star field.
The protracted civil war began, and the demand for military industry became more and more vigorous. Countless immigrants moved from all over the federation. Giant companies also sent many technicians to this remote planet to support the construction of underground cities. Mines were constantly being mined, and the roaring machines like giant beasts resounded day and night.
These industrial behemoths are like the steel backbone of the Federation. Under their support, space battleships that intimidate the galaxy take off and rush into the vast universe. The pale blue tail flames are like stars rising up, covering the sky and the sun, no matter how many suns there are in the sky.
Dark raindrops fall from the sky, and birds are drowned in the dirty muddy water. Wind fish no longer visit this city. Tall buildings stand lonely in the rain, and there are no more people traveling on the streets.
Decades of brutal civil war have finally ended. Reforms are being implemented throughout the Federation with an unstoppable trend. Countless dignitaries are taken to the execution ground. One by one, giant companies that were once famous have fallen. After finally cleaning up these internal sores, the Federation slowly ushered in a new life.
Slowly, the industrial behemoths on this planet gradually stopped, and the industrial groups that were once everywhere gradually evacuated. Some buildings that were not moved away in time and could not be taken away were exposed to the rain, and slowly turned into ruins full of ruins. It is regrettable, but there is nothing that can be done.
In the ups and downs of the times, a city, a planet, even a country, a civilization is so small that it makes people feel lost and helpless.
Everything in the past is gone, and complaints, confusion, doubt, pessimism, and all kinds of 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 the tiles on the roof collapsed, revealing the deeply corroded backbone beams.
Far away from the blue sky, falling into the dark underground ruins, the residents who refused to leave wandered between the ancient and stagnant floors, and the struggle day after day began.
The yellowed corners of the paper were wet by the rain outside the window, and the few words were also hazy. Although it affected the reading, it also added a sense of sadness and time depreciation to the story.
At the end of the writing, the girl's writing speed became slower and slower, and the pause time became longer and longer. She was thinking about how to end such a story.
Is it just a sad story telling history, is it just a sad legend of reminiscing about the past that is no longer there, can there be a happy ending, can people still see hope...
"Finally, they stood in the dripping rain, letting the cold rain flow over their bodies, and slowly left this place in the shaking and bumpy vehicle."
"There is no tragic farewell, no relief, only such a plain forgetfulness."
"Not everything is worth remembering, and there is no need to beautify everything in memory. Forgetting may be the best comfort, and they will also build a small pavilion on the new hill."
"The pavilion will slowly become taller, and their children will swim happily in it, not remembering those uncomfortable past events, not burdening the children with heavy burdens, letting them grow up happily and freely, and no longer worrying about the past."
"May we all get rid of the shadows of the past and start all over again." The handwriting slowly stopped here, Heshia put down the pen, sat by the car window, and looked at the world in the rain. At this time, the tiny black city in the distance could no longer be seen clearly.
Closing the yellowed notebook, looking at the still blank title page for a long time, Heshia finally wrote a line of words.
'The bird drowned in the black rain - the thousands of sails in the memory.'
This is her seven-color picture book, and it is also the dark past memories in her life.
Although her mother, sister, and father have all walked through her life, they have finally turned into dark precipitation and buried deep in her memory. She will remember many words and scenes, and will forget those sadness and sorrow, and no longer indulge in this black rain curtain.
From now on, she will no longer be obsessed with finding those past events and memories, let these and her immature self be deeply sealed in the distant past, perhaps many years later, she will reopen this book and look through those blurred and wet handwriting.
Life is still long, and the new title page will slowly open.
(End of this chapter)
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