Dongxue once had a dream.

She saw people smiling and looking at her, like treating animals lowered by them, like dust under their feet.

Her secret emotions were revealed bloodily, and she felt like she was tearing her skin and bones.

She became a sheep in the rain.

She has always been naive, possessing the sin called "not growing up" and the sin that was denounced by her parents.

But someone will always stop in place and wait for her, like a blue whale that sinks to the bottom with her.

Like a sheep who was wet in the rain with her.

As long as she hugs the other person, she is like hugging the whole world, and her arms seem to be able to carry all the suffering.

She used to be like a dead skin, like a wandering ghost, indulging in the dream of reincarnation again and again, repeating the most painful time and unable to get out of it.

...In such an uninclusive world, she experienced an extremely long growth.

"People die after giving others life, and no one can make a choice about it." The old lady whispered: "...what can affect us is more about ourselves - we will live our lives without regrets."

As the flames filled, Dongxue looked up and saw the fire on the glass wall jumping.

She stood there, like a plaster sculpture, silence suppressed the emotions that rushed out like a flood in her heart. She felt like a hand holding her heart.

In this suppressed "paradise", life is squeezed and broken by a small space.

...The illusory world that should not exist, bound students and teachers, and locked herself.

But now, through the barrier of time, she saw the [future] she had never touched.

Her palm was separated by a layer of glass of time, and she was pressed against the old lady's outstretched palm.

"You have obviously been talented and capable, but you chose to draw a prison when you are the most glorious." She whispered: "Why do you have to find me back?"

"[But in such a world, you shouldn't be young forever." The old lady responded softly.

Her emotions were particularly peaceful, and it made people calm when they were heard.

Dongxue clamped against the glass wall, as if she wanted to crash into the other person's arms.

The old lady spread her hands out.

Just like Yang Xia once hugged her, she was pressing against her.

The eyes collided directly.

A strong sense of weightlessness suddenly rose in Dongxue's chest.

The belt on her body was shaking with her, the bright red dance skirt was pressing against her body in the flames, the lace on her skirt jumped in the fire, and the long tail band behind her was like a slanted fire.

In the burning heaven, tears disappeared in the surging fire.

"Can I still grow up? Yang Xia."

She asked softly, "...can I still love you?"

The old lady nodded firmly and shook her head again.

"Love and death are the greatest topics in life - but why do we die because of love?" she said softly:

"Winter snow... [Love] is not an absolute sign of maturity, but a person who wants to become a human being."

"No matter what the future ends, it may not be worse than the present... This is the uncertainty of the future, and the fascinating unknown..."

In a bright flame, her eyes looked over clearly, and under the heavy wrinkles, it looked like a pair of lakes locked in the deep years.

"Winter snow, romance, innocence, illusory emotions... these are things that I cannot give up - these are you."

"Whether the brilliance of the pen tip, the inspiration that leaps on the paper, or the desire for expression coming out of the throat... we would not have become silent islands."

"In your eyes."

"There can be unfair facts, there can be food and vegetables."

"...You don't have to be a standard gear."

"Only by living can the river surging, and by standing up, you can see the sky."

"Red umbrellas in the rain, classrooms in summer, crowded streets."

"The falling waterfall, the Gobi flowing under the sunlight, the plains with saline and alkali, and the hot rivers and mountains all year round."

“…Lower or later we will see the scenery and become the 'people' in it.”

"When at that time, whether you sit down, stand up, stop in place or go against the abortion...it's fine. You should have chosen your own way of traveling."

"Watch persecution as injustice in the world, turn speech into a cry of reorganization, and you deserve to transform your microcosm of where you are from to an upright individual."

“[We will take the initiative to approach situations where we once avoided fear, otherwise we will never be able to look at everything tolerantly and tolerantly.”

“You should never be a victim, nor a perpetrator.”

"The kindness flowing in the blood vessels has never been blocked."

"And the shackles of man never disappear, we are destined to dance with shackles."

"Nevertheless, this land is always worthy of love and the world is always wonderful."

"The new will be created, the old will be continued, the rigid will be hot, and our mentality will always be young."

"The life that stops, it can be reborn."

“It has been like this for thousands of years.”

“Spanning a long time.”

"After the cold, summer and winter."

“…because we are ‘people’.”

"And we must go to the end with freedom and dignity."

...

"Winter snow."

"I love you."

...

Dongxue closed her eyes.

The dancing blood-colored skirt flew behind her, and the burning flames were red and bright.

Her fluttering black hair was dyed deep red by the flames like rays of light, and even her face bathed in the light was like soft white sand.

The hot air poured into her chest, and she moved her lips slightly, and a tear fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Thank you for your love."

She whispered.

"listen……"

The old lady closed her eyes.

She smiled and looked peaceful.

"Dongxue, you hear..."

Dongxue turned her head.

She heard the sound of shattering.

I saw the collapsed nightmare.

What was collapsing and disappearing was this nightmare that kept her suffering and crazy and followed the rules.

...It is this paradise that is infinitely integrated with hell.

She saw bright flames jumping on the glass wall, like a ray of reddish rays.

She saw absurdity.

The trivialities that were derived broke in her eyes in an inch. Through the bright fire, she saw a line of small words on the glass wall, reflecting the fine sparkling light like the setting sun in the flames.

【Winter Snow.】

【Be yourself.】

【Don't be afraid.】

She suddenly hooked her fingers, as if she wanted to break through the glass in front of her.

"—Can I meet you in the future?" she asked with a sob, and then the voice gradually evolved into a roar: "Yang Xia—Can I meet someone as good as you again?"

The old lady smiled.

The fire pounded in her eyes, and there was peace in her eyes.

She withdrew her hand and turned around.

“…You will be a person as good as me.”
To be continued...