Red Snow

200451811 赵婧伊Cindy

The boy first encountered the girl on his way home.

He could not forget that clear afternoon, when the gentle sunlight shone through the branches of the willow tree, casting a dazzling brilliance. The girl sat quietly on the grassless lawn, gazing intently upon the old church in front of her that was more than a hundred years old.

Her eyes were very solemn, and she had a sense of historical vicissitudes. The boy unconsciously stopped his steps and looked at her blankly.

After a while, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "You, what's the problem?"

"Oh, no. ..."

"If it's okay, please don't look at it...."

The girl turned around, said no more, and continued her business. The boy stood alone in disbelief.

In the days that followed, when he had been out of school for several days, the boy would always see the girl on the empty lawn. Still alone, still painting the vicissitudes of the church, which remained unchanged in its solemn expression and cold windows.

Every day when the boy passed, he always had to stop for a while. He was already accustomed to looking at the girl's back from far and then quietly leaving; the girl seemed to have some mysterious breath that had been pulling the boy's heart, but the child had never had the courage to walk up and talk to her.

On that day, the sky was falling for the first time since the beginning of Winter, and the boy, still accustomed to walking across the lawn, suddenly found that the girl was gone. His heart was inexplicably sad; perhaps she had already completed her work, the boy thought, looking at the place where the girl used to sit and unconsciously walking over. It seemed to be a holy place; a holy place that fascinated the boy.

As he was just about to sit down, suddenly a familiar and unfamiliar voice came from behind, low. "Sorry, this is my place, you should know." That girl! The boy turned his head excitedly, and sure enough, it was the girl who was drawing, the girl with indifferent eyes and a solemn expression. The girl who missed in her heart, the girl who has always been longing in her heart

. "I'm sorry, I...’’

"Please get out of the way..."

"Still painting?" The boy asked.

"What's wrong?

"But it's snowing."

"Maybe you can see red snow."

"Red?"

The girl turned her face and said to the boy something he would never forget: "Remember, only those who truly love each other have the opportunity to see the red snow."

The girl fell silent again, and one person described the ancient church and the ancient trees in front of her. Her eyes seemed to be as old as this strange building, with a fascinating and solemn expression.

The boy did not speak; he just stood quietly behind her, and the snow fell endlessly, like flying white roses, falling on the girl's body and hair. The girl was like a mysterious goddess, and her whole body was silvery-white. It was sad, but beautiful.

The boy looked at the girl in front of him blankly; he didn't know how long had it been, but he suddenly found that the girl had not moved. No matter how he shouted, she didn’t wake up.

When she finally woke up, it was at the hospital, and the boy's face appeared in her field of vision. "You took me to the hospital?" The girl asked.

"Yes." The boy replied.

"Thank you." So concise; it seemed to be colder than this winter. But the boy had become used to it, and he knew, that her heart wasn't what he had imagined.

"Have you seen my medical records?" The girl said suddenly.

"Yes ...”

"So you know?"

"Congenital, the doctor said I have a year left at most." The girl was calm when she said, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with this. I have no reason to linger on in this world...”

"Is there nothing I can do?" The boy asked.

"Congenital heart disease; there is no way." She was still calm, as if death was already something outside of her body. Perhaps she was accustomed to the days of worry; perhaps, she had become accustomed to the calmness of waiting for death. However, those words made the boy want to cry.

Countless times, when I woke up from my dream, tears blurred everything.

He consciously felt that he had already liked the girl and liked to walk through the lawn of the park every day and watch a figure quietly depict the surrounding scenery.

"Know what? The world is colorful, and there is a lot of happiness that we have not yet seen,” the boy said. The girl was silent. "One day you'll see your red snowflakes." Snowflakes fluttered throughout the winter.

Every day after school, the boy would take the girl's hand in time to look at the falling snow, and the snowy snow reflected the bloody sunset, which was very miserable. Girls still like to draw, paint landscapes, draw snow, and like red blood.