Two weeks passed quickly, and it was Lin Weixia's last day at Shenzhen High School. She didn't really mind where she studied, but her aunt was worried about her condition and insisted on transferring her to another school.
It was Wednesday, the sky was clear and the birds were chirping.
Lin Weixia stood on her seat to pack her things. Unexpectedly, Fang Jiabei came to help her. There was a box of books and a box of test papers. Ning Chao picked up the heavy box of books and carried it downstairs.
The atmosphere in Class 1, Grade 3 was particularly silent that day. Everyone in the class had different opinions about the girl who transferred to Shenshen High School and broke the ecological chain.
Many people were hesitating whether to go up and say goodbye to her.
But in the end it didn't.
When Lin Weixia left with a box of test papers, she looked back at the classroom, the 100-day countdown on the blackboard, the blue curtains, the reading corner that everyone had set up, and the seat that had been empty for a long time.
She retracted her gaze, then walked out of the classroom. Lin Weixia turned around and walked away in the corridor, holding the box.
A gust of wind blew in, ruffling her long hair behind her.
As everyone watched, Lin Weixia took off the beautiful red bow tie on her collar without any reluctance, and used it to tie up her long and thick hair, revealing the hearing aid behind her ear without reservation.
The students passing by were looking at her in surprise. What they saw was the sunlight falling on Lin Weixia's face, which was so white that it was almost transparent. She straightened her back and walked forward calmly and firmly, not caring about other people's eyes at all. The red bow tie tied behind her head was shining in the sunlight.
After Lin Weixia transferred to Shenzhen High School, everything went on as usual. Everyone went to class, did exercises, and occasionally surfed the Internet on their phones.
One night, when someone was feeling depressed and had no way to relieve himself, he subconsciously thought of going to the YCH website for help. Other students from Shenzhen High School did the same, habitually opening the website to chat.
The circle in the browser kept spinning for a long time, and I finally logged in. What came into view was the same black and simple page as before, which made me feel depressed, but suddenly a beam of light shone next to the letters of the website.
The longer you stay, the more light there is and the brighter it becomes.
Like a ray of light shining in from the abyss.
After shining the light, people found that the name YCH is actually an English abbreviation, and the full name of the site should actually be you can hear.
Everyone eagerly clicked into the message board and found a slogan written there -
I have a lot to say, is there anyone
I'm here.
I want to say, you can hear it.
I can hear it.
In the past, the content of those message posts was mostly about one’s own troubles or things that he couldn’t get over.
Post 1: Is anyone here? I always feel like there are so few people in the message section. Is anyone listening to me? I don't have any friends. I had a delicious strawberry cake today, but I don't know who to share it with. I'm a bad student, I don't fit in with others, and I'm lonely at school. My parents only know how to scold me. The funniest thing is that my mom has never thought about me. She only has my brother in her eyes. It's so suffocating. I have a lot to say. Is anyone listening to me
[Funny Kitten]: I can hear you.
Post 2: I have been secretly in love with a boy for a long time, and I want to confess my feelings but I dare not go. I am so bad, my academic performance is average, and I am not good-looking. I often worry about this, which makes me so annoyed and I hate myself so much.
[Funny Kitten]: It takes a certain amount of time for a silkworm to break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly. It also takes a certain period of time for a flower bud to bloom before it becomes a beautiful flower. Seize the moment and leave the rest to time. Only when you like yourself will others like you.
Post 3: I have been bullied again and again. I don’t want to go to school. I hate and am afraid of seeing them. I really want to die.
[Funny Kitten]: Don't give up your life for someone who is not worth it. It is more useful to become stronger than to give up, isn't it? I have a nice song that I want to share with you.
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At the same time, a message popped up on the website that the moderator had resigned and would be replaced by a new person. The website was officially renamed You Can Hear It.
Especially the students in Class 1, Grade 3. They clicked on the user's personal homepage and found that the avatar of the moderator, Funny Kitten, who had appeared in many posts, had been silently leaving messages to accompany them for a long time and always jumped out to help them at the critical moment, had already turned gray.
She no longer comes online and has deleted all the updates on her homepage.
She left a message for everyone:
I wish that your growth path will continue to be proud and bright, and that flowers can bloom even in the barren land. Believe in the light.
—Lin Weixia
And those people who watched Lin Weixia fall in the corridor and did not help her but covered their mouths and laughed, when they saw these, their hearts trembled and they were too ashamed to say a word.
Someone remembered that he had vented negative energy on the website again and again. Who was the one who patiently left messages silently to accompany him? It was Lin Weixia.
But in real life, they followed suit and laughed at her and criticized her behavior.
Lin Weixia is really cool. She profoundly interprets the book review of "To Kill a Mockingbird" with her own behavior.
"Your various interpretations and understandings of me do not constitute even one ten-thousandth of me, but they constitute the whole of you."
Lin Weixia's aunt contacted a new high school which was quite far from home. The new school advocated a hard-fought model, so Lin Weixia would often go out in the morning covered in fog before daybreak and return home in the moonlight at night.
Gao Hang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her sister's condition was getting better day by day. She felt good that her soul had returned.
Time flies, and the college entrance examination is coming soon. Lin Weixia didn't feel much, just remembering that it rained those days. On the day when the results were announced, Lin Weixia performed exceptionally well and won the title of second place in Nanjiang City with a high score.
My aunt was very happy about this and she boasted to everyone about how smart and obedient her daughter was. The fruit shop gave a 50% discount for half a month.
Everyone knows that there was a top-notch college student in Shuiwei Lane.
Just when everyone thought that Lin Weixia would choose a popular major with good employment prospects, she went against her usual practice and chose the psychology major at Beijing University despite everyone's dissuasion.
Reporters came to her home or called to interview her to find out the reason, but Lin Weixia refused every time.
On a July afternoon when the cicadas were chirping the loudest, Lin Weixia received a letter in front of the mailbox downstairs at home. The writer was Liu Sijia:
Xia Xia, when you receive this letter, I will already be flying to the sky of Australia. I always called you "Wei Xia Wei Xia" before, because of my own personality. I was afraid to take the initiative to get close to others, and to give everything without any result.
The "You Can Hear" website is run by you. I heard that senior sister Wu Suan handed her over to a very good junior sister. Let it become a tradition of Shenzhen High School.
I'll tell you something embarrassing in secret. I confessed my feelings to Ning Chao, but was rejected. I lied when I said I wanted to go to Beijing with you. After thinking about it, I decided not to bother you guys until I'm fully recovered.
I am going abroad this time to get medical treatment, but I don’t know if I can get better.
But the most beautiful summers in my life are all given to me by you. Thank you.
In the future, I will follow what you taught me, eat well, live a good life, and try to be a kind person.
I hope that when I become a little better, when I meet you on the street several years later, you will still remember me and call me Scarlett again.
I'm really sorry, and thank you for giving me a hand.
If I meet someone I like in the future, I will still love bravely.
I will always pray for you and hope that my girl will have a carefree life in the future with many people loving her.
Love you forever Scarlett.
Lin Weixia held the letter in her hand, her dark eyelashes drooped, and she didn't move.
When Lin Weixia established the YCH website, she wanted people to have a secret base for talking, to help more people, and to give everyone a place to seek help or vent.
She doesn't want to show off anything, but because she has experienced too many bad things too early, she wants to protect others as much as possible.
Lin Weixia said she would not participate in the game out of anger because she missed the exam, and posted a message online to discuss and vote to abolish the graded ranking. Everyone discussed on you can hear whether middle school students should really feel ashamed when facing sex, and then they gathered together to make suggestions for popularizing sexual knowledge.
Everyone participates in the sports meet together and experiences the confusion or pain of growing up together.
Everyone, including her.
If the price of growing up is to experience wounds one after another, then accept it and wait for it to fester; it will eventually form a scab.
Scarlett, I wish you the best too. I hope my girl will grow brilliantly and freely in the future, have plenty of nutrients and sunshine, and grow into a beautiful rose.
The sun was blazing that afternoon, and it burned Lin Weixia's calves. She stood in front of the green mailbox for a long time without moving.
During that time, the most common gossip Lin Weixia heard was that Ban Sheng had been sent to the United States by his father early in the morning, and then she completely lost any news of Ban Sheng.
No one dared to mention this name in front of Lin Weixia.
Once, Lin Weixia went out to take the bus. Just as she passed Shenzhen High School, she sat on the back seat and looked back. At the gate, young boys and girls in school uniforms, carrying their schoolbags, walked into the school talking and laughing.
The bus swayed along the way, and the four gold-plated characters of the dark blue No. 1 Middle School gradually disappeared from sight. Fragments of the past flashed behind Lin Weixia, and finally faded into phantoms.
She thought of many people.
Ning Chao failed the college entrance examination, but he worked hard and resolutely chose to repeat the year. He also changed his signature to: If you don’t get into the police academy, you are not a human being, please don’t bother me.
Fang Jiabei was admitted to a normal university in the far southwest and left Nanjiang completely. Liu Sijia went to Australia for medical treatment.
There has been no news of Ban Sheng since he went to the United States.
The paradise collapsed. They cried, made noises, laughed, and ran in the rain together. The summer wind on the corridor was scorching. They talked about the past and fantasized about the future.
And now, they are scattered all over the world.
The notice arrived soon, and Lin Weixia was about to leave here to study in Beijing North, but she did not feel it was real at all.
On Friday, Lin Weixia was in so much pain during her period that she curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and watched a movie at home. The movie was about a movie that her lover missed.
The cell phone on the coffee table vibrated, alerting me of an incoming call.
Lin Weixia had a severe stomachache and a layer of cold sweat on her forehead. She didn't want to answer the call. She didn't want to move at all. Before this, she had already received more than a dozen real estate sales calls.
Every time she called, Lin Weixia refused patiently, saying that she didn't need a thank you.
The phone on the table was still ringing relentlessly. Lin Weixia got upset and bent over to pick up the phone and answered it. Her tone was not nice, even a little cold:
"How many times do you want me to tell you this? No, thank you. I don't need to buy a house."
"Hello, is this Ms. Lin Weixia? We are the AiChong Dingdang Pet Shop. A customer named Ban Sheng ordered a white puppy from us on April 25th. The breed is West Highland White Terrier. We are very sorry that it has only been delivered to you now. Because the customer's requirements are relatively high, we have been arranging the goods from other places for a long time..." A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone.
Lin Weixia clenched her cell phone tightly, as if she had suddenly caught a cold. Her nose felt sore and her eyes were hot. She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but found that she couldn't utter a single syllable from her throat.
She remembered that a year ago, Ban Sheng celebrated her birthday and the boys asked Lin Weixia what wish she had made.
Lin Weixia put the cake aside and looked up, with doubt in her pupils: "How can you achieve what even God can't achieve?"
Ban Sheng exhaled a puff of white smoke from his thin lips, the smoke slowly drifted upwards, his eyes were filled with dejection, but his tone was extremely frivolous:
"I don't believe in heaven, ghosts or gods, but you can believe in me."
Lin Weixia didn't say anything. After the two people's eye contact, she gave in and said, "Okay, I'll tell you one."
"I like dogs and my wish is to have a dog because when I was a child, I had a puppy but my parents gave it away..."
He always remembers.
"Hey, Ms. Lin, are you still listening?"
The voice of the staff member on the other end of the receiver brought Lin Weixia back to her senses. She came back to her senses and said in a dazed tone:
"Yes, does it have a name?"
"Yes, the customer who ordered this dog named it Midsummer—"
"When is it convenient for you to pick it up? I'll send you the address." the staff continued.
"good."
Time passed like a white horse, and in a flash, Lin Weixia boarded the flight to Beijing North as she wished, leaving Nanjiang which she had always wanted to leave.
University life is a little more surprising than I imagined, and interpersonal relationships are relatively easier. I meet many different kinds of people, but they are all very tolerant.
No matter whether you are transgender or how exciting your private life is, it is allowed to exist.
This should be the charm of adults. University has provided certain nourishment. Everyone has learned to look at problems with dialectical thinking, rather than absolute right or wrong.
In the winter of the same year, my aunt had an operation. Lin Weixia was worried, so she took a week off and flew back to Nanjiang to take care of her aunt.
When my aunt was pushed out of the operating room and woke up from the hospital bed and saw Lin Weixia, she immediately pointed at her nose and told her to go back to school.
"What can happen to me? Go back to school right now."
"But I've already asked for leave from my counselor." Lin Weixia looked innocent.
Later, when my aunt was discharged from the hospital and recuperating at home, Ms. Lin was sitting on the sofa watching TV when she glanced at the calendar and said, "Today is the winter solstice, so let's eat dumplings. Weixia, you and Hangzi go buy flour and stuffing."
Lin Weixia subconsciously looked at the perpetual calendar, which said December 22, the winter solstice, was a good day to eat dumplings. It was the day with the shortest day and the longest night in the year.
She looked at the calendar for a long time without moving, and her aunt said in dissatisfaction: "How come you are so quiet after being called for so long?"
"Okay." Lin Weixia came back to her senses after a long time.
The two siblings went out, and Lin Weixia bought beef and green onions as usual. Gao Hang saw this and wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he obediently helped her sister carry things without saying anything.
It was already evening when I got home. A dark blue curtain was hung outside the window. The night was dark, the lights inside were warm, and the family was making dumplings around the dining table.
A piece of news just happened to be broadcast on TV, saying that there have been global changes this year. Volcanoes near the Pacific Ocean have erupted, volcanic dust has floated into the sky, and snow has formed in many areas.
My aunt rolled out the dough and watched TV and said, "It's really cold this year. I've lived in Nanjiang for most of my life, and this is the first time I've seen such cold weather. This is also the first time I've bought a down jacket."
Lin Weixia took half of the beef filling with a spoon and placed it in the middle of the dough, then pinched a plump dumpling and smiled faintly: "No matter how cold it is, it's impossible for Nanjiang to snow."
Nanjiang has a subtropical marine climate with no snow all year round, and summer is the longest season of the year.
"Sister, sister, please come out for a moment." Gao Hang's continuous shouting came from outside the door.
Gao Hang must have asked her to go out and play, because he bought a lot of firecrackers when he went shopping for groceries in the afternoon. Lin Weixia continued to make her dumplings and ignored him, but he kept pestering her and kept yelling.
Lin Weixia had no choice but to go to the kitchen to wash her hands, hurriedly put on a thick coat, and walked out of the house absent-mindedly.
When I opened the door, a sharp cold wind blew, and a white ice particle fell on my eyelid. I raised my eyelashes, and snowflakes fluttered down from the sky. Everywhere I looked, it was white.
The warm-colored street lights hung high on the roadside, illuminating the path not far away. Lin Weixia walked out in a daze, snowflakes kept flying on her face and in her eyes, and finally melted in her eyes, with obvious wetness.
It actually snowed in Nanjiang during the winter solstice this year.
Lin Weixia recalled that she had said in a firm tone, "If you want me to be with you, it will only be possible if it snows in Nanjiang," and that person had replied nonchalantly, "Don't be so sure."
In order to please her, the boy gave Lin Weixia a crystal ball-shaped music box on her birthday. When the music played, butterflies flapped their wings and snowflakes fell.
She watched the snow with him.
Lin Weixia stood in the snow, tilted her head back and closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling. She heard the whistling wind, the snow dripping on the trees, melting in the eaves. The sound of the snow falling was very light, but she heard it all.
If you hear.
Happy birthday, 18-year-old Ban Sheng.
Will it snow again on the winter solstice next year