China Naming Network - Feng Shui knowledge< - Seeking the Story of Xin Lei101The full text written by Kakashi in Qi Mu in June 2007.

Seeking the Story of Xin Lei101The full text written by Kakashi in Qi Mu in June 2007.

Winter solstice

Chapter 1

Xiaobai broke into her desolate and barren world on the day of summer solstice when she was 10 years old.

What kind of person he is, reminds you of the first ray of sunshine on your pillow when you were a child, and makes you believe that he must bring you a bright world for no reason. Spread a gorgeous cover like a cloud and let the fire light at night.

Poor winter solstice, how much a world with light is needed at this time.

Standing at the door of his room on the winter solstice, staring at him.

What makes Xiao Bai feel incredible is that there is a far, far wind blowing in this thin girl's eyes, and she is involved with him.

The summer solstice dragged him to the winter solstice, and his eyes shone and he couldn't help laughing. On the solstice of winter, this is my brother Xiaobai. Isn't he handsome?

The solstice of winter is pale and smiling slightly. Little white brother is very good. Then he went into the room, closed the door and shut out the world of singing and dancing.

With Xiao Bai. Locked out together.

You shouldn't even consider the summer solstice, should you?

chapter two

As predicted by the winter solstice, the summer solstice began to attack Xiaobai on that day.

On the first day, of course, I took Winter to the sun to hide my thoughts. The winter solstice is also like a little elder, tolerating everything about her. This is the rule of the game since childhood, and this time it still cannot be changed.

The three of them got up early to climb the mountain and only prepared two bicycles. Xiao Bai indicated that he would ride alone on the solstice in summer and carry it himself on the solstice in winter.

The summer solstice came to her with twisted hands, blinked her watery eyes and pursed her cherry mouth, and the winter solstice-

I lowered my eyes on the winter solstice, then looked up and said with a smile, Little White Brother, you'd better take the summer solstice with you. She seldom rides a bike, which is not safe. I go to school by bike every day, and I like it already.

Summer solstice happily jumped into the back seat of Xiaobai, and the pink skirt floated out, covering the whole sky from winter solstice.

Along the way, the slender palms of their hands struggled to grasp the handrail from the winter solstice, but their eyes couldn't help following the car in front. Xiaobai is as tall and clean as a tree, and the summer solstice is charming. Who can say that his mother is not a lover?

Xiaobai turned her head and told her to be careful of the winter solstice, or stopped to give her water to drink. Her eyes are like a bunch of small Bai Yueguang, light, warm and heartless, but silent and moving. Wipe your sweaty head on the winter solstice, and let the summer solstice go with him forever. I just want to enjoy this look, that's enough, too much.

The mountain road is steep, and the summer solstice is shocking. The gigolo dragged her to the top of the mountain, where the winter solstice was already waiting early. It is not easy for her to climb up. Her pale face flushed, and her hair dripped down one by one, panting.

The wind on the south hillside smells of tree pulp. The white-eyed man watched the little girl swaying in the wind like a reed and felt her great strength again. Winter solstice, why are you so fast?

Brother Xiao Bai, he was not good at sports since he was a child this summer. I absolutely need your help to stand up. I have no one to pull, of course I have to rush it myself. The smile on the little girl's face does not conform to the loneliness and vicissitudes of age.

You two seem to have it backwards. The summer solstice is your sister, and the winter solstice is your sister.

Brother Xiaobai was right. The summer solstice is a child who can live forever, and I am old from the beginning.

The little girl's dumb and clear voice pierced the small white sky and echoed in his life.

chapter three

On the solstice of summer, Mickey Mouse wore pajamas and got into bed on the solstice of winter. She kept trembling and put her arms around her. On the solstice of winter, you are the kindest. Would you do me a favor?

What do you want to do when you smile helplessly at the winter solstice?

I like Xiao Bai very much and want to write a love letter to express my love to him. But, you know, my writing is terrible. I can't write a sentence like yours, and I don't even know how to copy it. So, can you learn from these books and help me write a decent letter, preferably one that touches people's tears? This is a matter of success or failure. After that, I'll treat you to pigeons and hazelnuts, okay?

I don't eat chocolate, but I will write to you. You can go back to your room and sleep.

That summer, Solstice chewed her face for a long time and then sneaked back.

Get up on the winter solstice, turn on the light and solemnly write the first line on white and soft paper.

Xiao Bai, I love you.

On a midsummer night in the south, on the solstice of winter, I found a rushing river in my body. The river keeps flowing out along the tip of the pen, making every word on the white paper sweet and crisp.

The next morning, when the summer solstice pushed the door and came in, her pen was on the way to finally sign. At that moment, this lifeless little thing was almost out of the master's control. It struggled to paddle in different directions. It had its own will like a magic pen in ancient mythology, but it was killed by screaming at the summer solstice. Its owner heavily engraved the words "summer solstice" on it, and the paper was punctured.

You wrote all night. Solstice of winter!

She put a thick stack of paper on the table, turned around and smiled wearily, which is related to your life. How can I not try my best?

Tears glistened when she was moved to the sun, and she rushed to be hugged. The solstice winter opened her heart.

Ok, you take your love letter to meet your lover, I'm going to bed.

At sunrise, Chen Bailu said, the sun rises and darkness stays behind. But the sun is not ours. We're going to bed.

The sky in the city struggled to light up one by one. She listened to the summer solstice and called Xiao Bai outside. She walked step by step to the cold bed and suddenly had a strange illusion. He felt like a dying man, moving away from the sound and light of the world, step by step towards the dark and cold grave.

Hehe, music, sound, light and shadow have always only cared about happy people. They are as cold as themselves, and what they have is only a silent and colorless world, which is blind. In fairy tales, the idle fairy holds a play and asks, beautiful little girl, why are you so sad?

Because, Xiao Lang is a passer-by from now on.

chapter four

In summer solstice and winter solstice, the birthday of summer solstice is grand and lively, but the birthday of winter solstice is never mentioned, which is as distinct as these two solar terms and has not changed for more than ten years.

Mom and dad in summer solstice are not mom and dad in winter solstice.

I also had a beautiful and warm birthday on the solstice of winter. There were big dolls with pink ribbons and layered princess skirts in the box. All this came to an abrupt end on her fourth birthday.

That day, she obediently sat at home waiting for her parents and the big cream cake, without crying or making trouble, but the lantern went up and down and didn't come back, so she fell asleep on the sofa.

It seems that someone enchanted her dream. When she opened her eyes again, she saw her parents from the summer solstice. The place where she sleeps is a small wooden bed from the summer solstice.

The naive little girl lost the whole world and became a child with nothing on her fourth birthday.

Even if we make every effort, it is impossible to have in-depth communication between the summer solstice and the winter solstice. Although we changed our names to mom and dad, we can maintain the relationship before everything happened. A paranoid and stubborn little girl, proudly insisting on nothing, unwilling to set foot in the complete world of summer solstice.

Every winter solstice is the birthday of winter solstice, but it is also the anniversary of her flesh and blood relatives. Parents can't smile on the day when they lose their brothers and sisters on the summer solstice. Ruthless summer solstice never remembers it, so she is the only one who can wish her a happy birthday.

She usually gives gifts to satisfy a small wish of her own. For example, she bought all her savings for Sheritz. She likes this kind of marshmallow with pink jam. They are as beautiful and sweet as dreams and soft in texture. Or do nothing all day, reading the new books of favorite female writers under the covers. All these wishes have come true, and she also feels that her birthday party is grand and complete. She is such a contented child.

In the days of her 16 birthday, her wishes suddenly expanded unprecedentedly, many times, which was frightening, but she could not control it.

chapter five

Since the love letter was handed in that summer, I got my wish from summer to day, and I grew up quietly hiding in a heavily guarded middle school campus in another city from winter to day.

She easily degenerates and becomes a beautiful girl. It's just that this beauty is still behind the times compared with her 16 age. This kind of beauty is like the delicate stem of freesia in the valley, touching enough, sad enough and desolate enough.

Because of the heavy schoolwork in middle school, she has little time to go home, while Xiaobai seldom goes home during the summer vacation, so there are few opportunities to see them.

On the solstice of winter, I walk under the big camphor tree with a book in my arms, and sometimes it suddenly occurs to me. Maybe I can really be a little white. I didn't show up

However, this is impossible after all, and she doesn't give herself this opportunity. Even, even Xiao Bai did not give it.

Every summer after the winter solstice, she receives a parcel from a strange place. Sender: Summer Solstice of Xiaobai. She walked far away from her.

They say, Happy birthday to the solstice in winter! Gifts always make her happy, hard-won titles, hardcover editions of every book by Li Bihua, and a set of jewelry that Indians care about when they get married. She is always sweet and sad when she holds these things. This is not the smell of summer solstice, nor is it the mind of summer solstice. My brother Xiao Bai thinks of himself as the sister of the summer solstice. The summer solstice is ignorant, but he is not a blessed man.

At Christmas, she will send them cards, usually only a few simple words of blessing. She is afraid to write more, for fear that the river in her body will rush out like that summer night.

Once, Xiao Bai passed by her city on business and came to see her at school. They are chatting under the camphor tree, where she stays for a while every day. He hurriedly took out a box of CD from his handbag and handed it to Vivaldi's Four Seasons from Winter to Sun, saying it was a souvenir left by the organizer. The winter solstice trembles over, so why not keep it and go home and listen together?

The morning sunshine filled the camphor trees above their heads, and under the golden secret of the trees, there were white lonely little smiling faces. You know, summer solstice doesn't like these.

At that moment, Winter's heart ached terribly. This angel-like clean and beautiful man has never met anyone he knows.

After the college entrance examination, she stayed in Solstice for a few days. She is still the same, hugging everyone's neck and coquetry, sneaking into the bed at midnight from the winter solstice. It seems that Xiao Bai has taken good care of her over the years. I think, if I were a little white from the winter solstice, I would also like the summer solstice. This innocent doll will never be old, and no matter how much you love it, it is not worthy.

In September, I came to the north and started the legendary eternal years.

Without heavy practice to suppress ancient Chinese vocabulary, the flowing river in his body began to roar day by day, and there was always a voice echoing in his ear. The birthday present is to tell him, the birthday present is to tell him!

She said to the voice over and over again, no, no, no, no.

Tell him, tell him.

In the grand noise of the university campus, the beauty of her freesia is easy to appear abrupt. Boys all envy girls' quietness, but who would have thought that under her quietness, there is a boiling soul that is about to split.

Chapter vi

Winter Solstice, your letter.

There was no sender, so she tore open the brown paper bag. What she saw was a lonely ticket. At ten o'clock that morning, she flew to the southern ancient city, the southern hillside.

At that moment, the winter solstice lost its self, and the body was composed of two words: go back, go back, go back. A girl who has been depressed for 16 years, for the first time, found that there was pentium magma flowing in her blood. With a little light, she can burn happily. What awakens this soul is the life that the world cannot escape. Its other name is love.

The solstice of a quiet winter, like a vine, turned into a fearless heroine in an instant. She ran back to the dormitory with the ticket, put on a cotton-padded jacket on the bed, grabbed a handful of change from the drawer, stuffed it in her pocket and went out. When she strode down the street, she kept giggling, just like the winter solstice, she had nothing since she was a child. On that foggy winter morning, she felt that everything would get better soon, just because she was going to her love, a world with light.

At an altitude of 90,000 feet, she had the most beautiful dream of her life.

After getting off the plane, she dialed Xiaobai's number, and a reassuring voice came from the other end of the phone.

Little white brother, I'm back. Will you pick me up at the airport? I have something to tell you.

That's great. On the solstice of winter, you sit quietly inside. I'll be right there.

At the sight of Xiao Bai from the winter solstice, I thought I hadn't woken up from my dream. Xiao Bai is a person who doesn't like dressing up, but on this day, he is wearing white clothes and combing his hair, standing tall, slim and clean as a razor. When he came to himself with a slight smile, he was like a prince riding a white horse in a fairy tale.

Xiaobai embraced the winter solstice and led her to his parking space cold and thin. The longer the solstice winter, the more beautiful it is. For two years, the little white dove was too moved to stand beside you.

The eyes of winter solstice never leave the man they love in front of them. The running river in her body made her afraid of nothing. How can it be? The solstice of winter has grown up, and my brother Xiao Bai is still so young. How can he not stand together? Brother Xiao Bai, I want to tell you ...

Xiaobai interrupted her, the solstice of winter. He stopped and looked at her wholeheartedly. It was obvious that he understood something. At this moment, his face turned white, and despair swept like a flock of winter birds.

Xiao Bai, who has always been calm as water, stood in the cold wind for a long time and barely squeezed out a smile.

Winter solstice, I see. You want this year's gift, right? Hehe, this year's gift is a surprise. Do you like my wedding to the summer solstice?

Chapter VII

The wedding that winter became a myth in the southern mountain city. The most beautiful groom, the most beautiful bride and the most beautiful bridesmaid.

They all smiled more beautifully than ever before, just like the brilliance of their lives, just for that moment, like epiphyllum, leaving no room.

That winter solstice accepted their gift with the most perfect performance, abandoned her own gift, and then returned to the dying city in the north. At this point, she was exhausted, and all her courage and enthusiasm for leaving with a handful of change were exhausted. Some brilliant things are like flames, which go out when the wind blows them.

She buried her head in this city like an ostrich and turned a blind eye to the outside world. I seldom go home, even if I go home, I don't miss a bit, but I want one, with an empty platform and quiet fields.

In the bleak climate in the north, he is as desolate and beautiful as ever.

Waves of boys gave her shiny little rings and pink soft dolls. She kept them carefully and put them in a big box. She felt flustered, so she took them out, covered the whole bed and sat in the middle. Who said I had nothing? I have a lot of things. Aren't they love? Isn't it love?

She read the love letters happily. She wanted to read them word by word, but she was disappointed every time, because these words were pale and weak, and they would never be as sweet and crisp as the sentences gushing out on a southern hillside at night and the water vapor dripping from those sentences. She always dreamed of receiving a love letter as good as that night, and was quickly moved, but she couldn't get it. No one has such a magnificent love anymore. Therefore, she can't willingly fall into anyone's hands.

Loneliness has taken root in the corner of her eyes and brow. She can stay indoors for a whole month, reading in the bedroom, staring blankly and coding words.

She used the summer solstice as a pseudonym, published novels one after another in her favorite magazines and websites, and only wrote novels. She gave the world without the heroine's enrichment and arranged a happy ending for them. When she answers readers' questions, she always emphasizes that I am very happy and I am very happy.

However, all this can't change the fact that she walks alone in the endless ice and snow streets in stiletto boots. Footsteps are so empty, empty, empty, she can't be the solstice of that summer. She is still just the winter solstice with nothing. No amount of beauty and wisdom is more than vanity and chasing the wind.

Back to the north that night, an idle fairy once appeared in a dream with fairy wand in her hand. She asked, beautiful girl, why are you crying?

Why are you crying?

The answer to this sentence, I asked myself repeatedly on the night of the winter solstice, but I never knew it. In the Spring and Autumn Period, in the following four years, she saw the change of the morning bell in Yun Qi, heard the sound of everything in the ancient city of Zhao Xi on the summer relief day, and experienced the biting heart when the ice and snow melted and the cold swallowed the skin. This answer is like an inaudible "unwilling", which growls in her heart day by day.

Under the secret of shining trees, lonely eyes and overwhelming despair outside the airport, another person may not want to.

She hid in the house and drank the wine gloomily, thinking like this.

Chapter VIII

No matter what you think, the unwilling lonely winter solstice finally took her suitcase to their city.

Although she doesn't want to, in fact, she has no idea what she can do. She just followed her heart and unconsciously walked in the direction of Xiaobai.

Like a moth to the fire, blind, but extremely firm.

After she found a place to live and put down her luggage, she knocked on the door of the summer solstice home.

The man who opened the door listened attentively for a long time, then jumped on her and called out his name.

Winter solstice, you let me not recognize you.

The winter solstice also embraced the summer solstice emotionally. At this moment, she realized that the summer solstice was more important in her heart than she had imagined.

Summer solstice is now a 30-year-old woman, but she still has bright eyes and white teeth, and her skin is better than snow. Compared with 10 years ago, I just changed my clothes. Changed clothes, doll. The only change is that there is a trace of sadness in the brow.

On the solstice of summer, you have everything you want. Why not be as happy as you were when you were young? Is the little white brother bad for you?

No, he treated me like before. It's just, it's just that he seems to like other women.

The winter solstice is like falling into an ice cave. The god she believes in so far, the god who can bring people to the bright world, is no different from the laity on earth. She is very happy that the new people laugh and the old people cry.

How did you know?

Inadvertently opened his diary and found that every article was written by the same woman who had known each other for many years. He used my name instead of the woman who wrote the book.

At a young age, you may not be able to pay attention to this sadness. The person you love thinks every day that the summer solstice is like this, and the summer solstice is not me.

I dare not ask him for fear that he will get angry because I read her diary. You know, he is still very kind to me.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shines through the French window. Elves are usually very delicate and lovely. They reached for it on the solstice of winter, but only saw a pale palm print on the open palm.

The solstice of winter once again embraced the solstice of summer, once relied on her, and the solstice of summer that warmed her whispered in her ear, you have to pretend that nothing happened and everything will be fine, believe me. Brother Xiao Bai only loves one person, and that is you, the real summer solstice.

Winter solstice, I listen to you. You are always right.

Standing in the shadow of the wall under the street lamp on the solstice of winter, quietly watching the man coming towards him through the rainy season. Xiao Bai is dressed like all men in their thirties, a shirt, a tie, a briefcase and a portrait of all beings, but his face and the way he walks are still so full of energy that people have to be fascinated.

As she expected, he didn't see himself and went straight over.

The solstice of winter not only keeps dissatisfaction, but also enjoys the moment when you can hear your breath and see your back.

Xiaobai suddenly stopped. He didn't look back, just talking in the dark.

Winter solstice, don't follow me, go back to your own side. I am getting old.

The winter solstice hangs its head and smiles. He never let her down, and even the way he refused was so touching.

Little white brother, I am going back to my side, but I have a request, please love the summer solstice. I really love her.

He turned his head and smiled sadly, but his eyes were still as white as moonlight, keeping the appearance of his youth.

I know that you will always love the summer solstice more and will do everything for her. If I really hurt her for you, I'm afraid we'll never meet again in this life. You can rest assured that I will take good care of her. But you promise me that from now on, you will be really happy and happy.

She smiled brightly, like a fire in the night sky.

Well, thank you. Goodbye.

Love you at home.

She repeated it in her mind.

Chapter 9

I went back to my apartment and turned on my laptop in the dark. In this boundless darkness, the only warm thing in Xi is a stranger's music file, Karen Mok's Winter Solstice.

Singing a few deep sentences repeatedly is especially confusing in the early winter night, pushing the winter solstice farther and farther and falling into a deep sleep.

However, tears, after all, rolled out one by one under the thin and cool eyes of autism.

I'm exhausted ~ ~ LZ ... Give me more for my whole hand ~ ~ ~