Author: Little Wolf

We rely too much on habits.

Travelers studying in different places, those in the south can't stand the cold in the north, and those in the north can't stand the humidity in the south. So everyone comforted themselves: just get used to it. Just get used to it.

Office workers who work late into the night rush home on the first subway in the morning and put their briefcases on the sofa, so they are too tired to get up. So I comforted myself: get used to it, get used to it.

Young people who live alone will feel cold and lonely in the face of flattery in the workplace during the day and tired of complicated social intercourse at night. When they go to an empty house to wait for their nest, when they walk alone in the street on lonely nights, they will feel cold and lonely. So I comforted myself: get used to it, get used to it.

We rely too much on habits.

Like smoking addiction. Like alcohol addiction. Like drug addiction. This is a violent and uncontrollable habit.

We will also get used to drinking a glass of milk in the morning. I am used to putting on my left shoe before going out. I am used to pulling out all the carrots in my rice.

This is a long-term, almost imperceptible habit, which was gradually formed after a long time.

It is very painful to get rid of violent habits. It is more difficult to get rid of habits. It's like a scar that has been stuck for a long time. Once it is torn off, blood will surge out. Shock, injury, infection. We will only constantly add habits to ourselves and never give them up. For example, standing on the balcony waiting for the wind to pass. Like sitting under the stars and waiting for the piano.

Once they don't come, we will be restless, stronger than smoking addiction, stronger than alcohol addiction, and more rampant than drug addiction.

Ibuki Fū ko. Ichinose Kotomi. You are all our best habits.

We all know that this is not the whole story. Before the arrival of the follow-up "The Story after", all the pictures flowing in front of my eyes were just excessive inheritance of cause and effect. KEY specially arranged the climax of the game for various fantasy worlds, and Kyoto animation did the same: just like Dan Qing's depiction, draw a shallow outline, dye it with ink, wait for it to dry out quietly, and leave its charm of years to refine.

But even if it is fleeting, it is still heartbreaking and beautiful, abandoning the ups and downs of the chapter. Because they are too real, too delicate, too simple, almost like uncut rough jade, just standing there is beautiful enough. The story that happened in this small town, like the smooth freehand brushwork of "AIR" and the natural connection of "KANON", jumped from the girl's side to the girl's front, not abrupt, not dazzling, and told in one go.

After the prologue of Furukawa Nagisa, it seems that the Tenglin sisters are still brewing an atmosphere. At most, Zhi Dai's footwork was just a joke, which drew cheers and whistles, while Ibuki Fū ko just jumped under our noses.

"Arnold, please take this if you can!"

The little girl looked so nervous that she didn't even look up at us. She tightened her body and her arms and feet were almost stiff. Carefully held in her hand is a wooden artifact almost bigger than her face. Maybe I'm used to it. In this era, the definition of a girl is always associated with such strange settings as "driving a huge robot", "a wave of magic war transformation" and "the strongest weapon after transformation", so we have never expressed any doubts about the identity of this girl named Ibuki Fū ko.

"It seems that the former childe teacher also surnamed Ibuki!"

"Probably the same surname."

We naturally ask ourselves and answer ourselves, and always regard every encounter as an unforgettable memory in our future life without thinking.

But we didn't realize that meeting Fengzi was more than unforgettable. It almost occupies our ditch and will never be erased.

Yo-ho, Feng Zi, today is also very energetic! In front of people, she always runs to people she doesn't know and gives others wooden handicrafts in fear. When the afterglow of the sunset began to paint the leaves with a layer of Phnom Penh, everyone ran towards their home. Only she didn't see a home to go back to. She walked back to a classroom in the school, sat at the desk and took out a knife. A moment is a night.

Ask her where you are after school.

She will put on a natural expression: Sure, just stay here.

The more he laughs, the more stupid he is, and the more heartbreaking he is. Especially when we learned that she was the only one who didn't sleep in the moonlight and was carving alone, the heartbreaking sound was more obvious. As if the ice melted in the wine and collided with the glass, it was crisp, but sad and heartbreaking.

Speaking of her obsession with sculpture. A giant five-pointed star. We have seen many five-pointed stars: a kid named Nohara Shinsuke tugged at his mouth and threw out a five-pointed star, which was full of sweet trouble-free cookies; A frog half a man's height, wearing a hat with a five-pointed star embedded in it, is a wild look that attempts to infringe on the blue star but is always funny; A girl named Ge Ji, who disguised herself as a human figure and became a new human idol, wore a hair accessory with a five-pointed star, but dragged her tail, which was a simple image full of longing for singing and dancing.

But what about the stars in Fengzi's hands? Rough, without a smooth surface; Monotonous and uneven lines show clumsy knife work.

With a band-aid wrapped around her finger, she waved vigorously behind us. "Please be sure to bless my sister's wedding," she shouted. That star is her affectionate gift to her sister, like a silent invitation, hoping to get everyone's prayers and admiration for her marriage.

"It's a starfish!" She will also argue angrily. Then they ran away singing "Starfish, Starfish, Starfish, Starfish Family".

A girl who worked tirelessly for her sister's wedding. Just listening has won us some praise, what's more, the disclosure of the truth came earlier than we expected, which is even more unpredictable.

"Didn't you hear that Mr. Gongzi's sister had a car accident a long time ago and has been in a coma in the hospital?"

Words like "I heard" and "I said" always convey one hurtful truth and lie from person to person, and always put the blame on others instead of myself again and again. We were dumbfounded to see that the scar was really uncovered, the wooden starfish was not finished, and the salt water soaked in the starfish was unstoppable.

I heard that tears are as salty as sea water!

It is said that starfish is the product of seawater tears!

It's both "hearing" and "speaking"-we like to get information from the side door and dig our brains in other people's privacy, which is a bit shameful. Especially this time, I dug up a little girl's indomitable fragile secret, but it implicated our hearts. The dominoes collapsed at the touch of a button, and then the qualification secret was lightly touched, which flooded Wang Yang.

Gradually, the joy and happiness that once really appeared around you disappeared. The day when we had lunch together, the sleepless night when we carved starfish together, and the time when we tried to distribute starfish in every corner of the campus for the debate about whether the mascot of the drama department was jiaozi or starfish ... all gone.

Just because we know the secret better than anyone else. Originally, as long as we pretended not to know, we could barely make this short happiness last for a second. However, we finally crossed the yellow cordon, and a train roared by, screaming with despair and pain.

Curiosity kills cats. Curiosity will also tear family and friendship to pieces and devour them, even the residue is not willing to leave.

Then, the girl named Ibuki Fū ko suddenly disappeared, just as she suddenly appeared.

"You left quietly, just as you came quietly. You wave your sleeves without taking away a cloud. "

When we read this poem in middle school textbooks, we all laughed at the poet's crying. Only when I faced the same situation did I find this poem so sad. So lonely.

Ibuki Fū ko himself is lying in a hospital bed. The girl standing in front of them is Ibuki Fū ko, not Ibuki Fū ko.

This is Ibuki Fū ko's disappearance, but not Ibuki Fū ko, a real person. When she was in a coma, she did not forget to send her best wishes to her favorite sister in the world. Even though she knows this very well, such a lonely day every night is never the right way to a happy ending. Although she knows very well that once this secret is revealed, she will completely disappear from the memory of all those who have contacted her-she can't fall in love with others and can't be loved by others. This seems to be the law of a cruel game, which firmly binds the most primitive feelings of human beings. Whether this love brings affection, friendship or love, the result is the same. No one can change it.

Ibuki Kouko's wedding has finally arrived. All the people who touched the starfish sent out by the wind gathered around the couple, smiling, rejoicing and praising, and all the words of heartfelt blessing were contributed.

They have long forgotten the existence of Toyoko-when the fact that Toyoko was still lying in the hospital was revealed, Ibuki Fū ko, who had nowhere to go from her closest person to her closest person, couldn't remember the girl who immediately fell into her own world at the sight of the stars.

As for the use of nostrils and juice, I still drink to the peak-no one can see it except my friends and Zhu, and I won't be squeezed in my heart. Even the Furukawa couple, who have always loved Fengzi as their own daughter, are brimming with regret and loss. Obviously, they have forgotten, struggling to catch the last piece of memory tail, not to let the girl disappear from their lives.

Preserve memory. How sad it sounds. We lost to our own powerlessness, to our irresistible fate, and to the habit of obedience. I thought it was a habit to blow. Only when you know that your habits have been mercilessly deprived will you regret the past.

But everyone, even if forgotten, still gathered around his son. They don't remember why they came, why they received a wooden starfish, or what promises they made to others-but at least, they can be sure that there was a little person sitting in the corner of memory, resenting "that's terrible", believing all the absurd lies told to her, whistling silently, and then a group of people rushed over, took away tears and took away infinity.

You used to dance happily in the center of the world under the clear sky with light breeze and clouds.

Then, when the next windy day comes, you will definitely come back to us.

"If ... you forget all about me ..."

It doesn't matter. Let's get to know each other again

We agree with that. Hook hook, one hundred years, don't change. It's a puppy!

"Woof woof woof ...", no matter how many times we know each other, we will always be best friends. Forever and ever.

Longer than starfish will live on this planet forever!

"Hello, meet for the first time. I'm Ichinose Kotomi from Class One, Grade Three. My hobby is reading. If possible, I hope to make friends with you. "

The graceful girl bent down seriously and stood up again, just like every other year.

Memories about her are really trivial: Qin Mei, written under three pseudonyms, moved her body with her knees when kneeling and turning around, favorite contents in the book were cut out, the delicious apple pie, and the violin sound waves that could destroy the earth with a pull. ...

It's too trivial It's like a messy movie in a movie editing room. Get rid of it one by one: hang it on a wire with a clip if you need it, and throw it all into a basket if you don't need it.

What's more, we are not directors, and we can't control our memories. How can we talk about stringing everything about this girl into a complete movie for people to remember slowly?

However, her smile, her kindness, has penetrated our eyes, our ears, infiltrated the skin, did not reach the bone marrow, and can no longer be separated. It's like if you don't listen to her piano music for a day, you will feel uncomfortable. If you really listen, it must be uncomfortable-the habit left by Ichinose Kotomi is always hot, and you can't bear to throw it away, but it will always cause some minor troubles.

But who really cares?

The first time I met her, I only knew that she was a famous girl with both talents and looks in the school, and she could get the first place in the school without following the rules.

It has the coolness and indifference of Nagato Greeks, but it also has the confusion and clumsiness that Nagato does not have. If a otaku jumps out, there is a familiar comment: "What a lovely walking element!"

There are never really innocent girls in KEY's works. The more seemingly harmless she is, the more she has an inseparable past.

Especially after experiencing the deep sadness of the rich and graceful articles, I am more cautious to explore the beauty of Qin. I am afraid that the next step will be swallowed up by quicksand, leaving none.

As usual, it is from unfamiliar to familiar, thinking that everything is a routine encounter. But how many people have tasted the slightest trace of the twists and turns in the future from Qin Mei's eyes when she first met her friends?

Friends forgot, too. This time, it was not that his memory was forcibly erased, but that he chose to close himself.

This little girl, who knew her many years ago, completely forgot the past because of his negligence: "the beauty of Qin Xiao", afternoon tea cakes, birthday parties, flames, and heartfelt crying ... If he could put these fragments together earlier, maybe we could try our best to avoid bypassing the scars in the girl's heart. Unfortunately, Peng also tripped over the manhole cover at his foot, so the thick darkness spilled out, and the only remaining smile was defiled, and he could never recover his true colors.

"The world is made up of countless piano sounds that can't be captured by the naked eye, and each one has its own timbre. Different timbres harmonize with each other and become complex melodies, which is why the world is so beautiful. "

It sounds like a fairy tale my mother read before going to bed when I was a child, but today's story is just as dreamy, but it also contains many truths that will not be revealed until later. Qin Mei listened so cleverly, and then fell asleep sweetly with a smile-this dream, if only I hadn't woken up.

No matter how good the piano sounds, there will be an end. Unfortunately, we didn't even have time to listen to the long ending, and the strings suddenly broke. When I woke up, my eyes were suffocating crimson, which inexplicably scared people into a cold sweat.

Qin Mei's parents are flying a plane and falling from the sky. Not as bright as fireworks, not as bright as meteors. The last cry failed to escape my throat, and I fell into the cold sea with a wisp of black smoke. The light of the sunset, sadly hitting the sea, is as incomplete as blood.

Young Qin Mei is sitting alone in the living room. On her birthday, her parents disappeared. Then, her only friends, Ye Peng and Ye Peng, said that she would bring more and more friends, and they all disappeared.

From then on, there was only her heartbeat and her breath in the world.

Every time we talk about the story of orphans, we always habitually end with a "poor thing". Then I put this topic aside at a distance, took the unmarried child of a star as the next topic, and chatted with relish-because it was none of my business.

Qinmei is also an orphan, but she is strong enough not to let herself be the talk of others. The weak flame of the lighter burned to death. I think the culprit who killed my parents. From then on, she only lived in her own world. When she saw the news about her parents, she cut it out like a jigsaw puzzle thrown by a naughty child.

She always shuts herself in a very small space, from the bedroom to the garden, but only a few tens of square meters. For her, one's life is enough. More people wanted to come in, but she closed the door quietly. She said it was unnecessary.

Peng didn't give up everything about the girl: he shoveled away the hard ice covering his heart with a shovel. Shovel can't move, it doesn't matter, with Zhu's smile and apricot's fist, plus gentleness, he doesn't believe that the switch of the chandelier can't be touched in a dark room. So Zhi Dai came out in a furry bear costume, and Jin Mei jumped into her arms cheering.

This is a bear, he said with a smile. It's a bear! She screamed with excitement.

When Qin Mei was very young, she longed for a birthday present from her parents. A big, hairy bear doll.

She doesn't really like such a little girl's toys, but she read that most girls should like bear dolls, so she decided to make herself look more normal and not let her parents worry too much about her.

"We will definitely send you the biggest and cutest bear doll in the world." Parents fondly touched her head and walked out the door. In order to explain their understanding of the world at the world congress, they had to leave Xiaoqinmei alone at home.

So all the pictures we haven't been able to connect are really closely related at this moment. Just like two tightly clasped hands, even a little time can't slip through each other's fingers, and this girl who has gone away before we have time to understand, lingers in the gap of time alone, and when she wakes up, spring has arrived. Who has ever seen the flaming fire before the cherry blossoms fall devour hope?

Peng also broke into Qin Mei's room. There is a long-lasting sadness in the darkness. The scattered newspaper clippings recorded all the news of Qin Mei's parents before their death. This is not Hogwarts. Harry Potter's parents can still dance vividly in the photo frame, but Qin Mei's parents finally turned into a pool of ink in the extremely low-resolution photo, smiling strangely. In the past, I loved my parents, my parents who drank tea together in the garden in the afternoon sunshine, and my parents who used the warmth of family as seasoning at dinner. Two such real people, with a temperature of 37 degrees and a heartbeat of 80 times per minute, like black tea and she likes cakes. She recalled the slippers that tidied the porch-now they were a pool of ink, black and covered with tears.

How not to be sad?

Qin Mei finally came out from the shadow of the curtain. With a little anxiety, and a lot of loneliness.

She is no longer lonely: the little boy who was many years ago is now standing in front of her with a smile; New friends, all warm feelings, piled up into a Lego castle-in this space, there is no harm, no smoke, no one in the castle will be lonely, the princesses salute each other, the prince's right hand is raised, and then he will dance a happy waltz all night.

What's more, on her birthday, the gift that was nearly ten years late was finally placed in front of her.

That's a motley suitcase. Opened, a little bear doll smiled wearily, and then a note floated out:

"If you find this box, please take it to our daughter."

A scribbled English, even the meaning is fragmented, not like a request, but like a prayer. Pray that someone can find this box, someone can pass it on, and the little girl who expects a bear doll as a birthday present can get this box smoothly.

At that time, Qin Mei's parents left their last words in this world. They threw away enough papers to change human science without care, and wrote down their full love for their daughter with only a few minutes before the plane crashed.

Maybe there were screams of horror everywhere in the cabin at that time, maybe most people were desperately begging for the blessing of God, or maybe desperate people had curled up in a ball and trembled all over. Qin Mei's parents are very quiet, and every stroke is fighting for time with death, and every word is conveying their feelings to their daughter.

This is the letter we have ever seen, made of the simplest and most beautiful words on the planet. Although it is a masterpiece, it has infinite vitality.

It is this love, carrying a box, flowing across the ocean, across the mountains, across the plains, across the polar regions, and finally staying in an island full of cherry blossoms, sleeping quietly in front of Qin Mei.

At Christmas, we will search seven languages on the Internet to say "Merry Christmas" to others. On Valentine's Day, we will look up the dictionary and find thirteen languages to write "I love you" on the invitation. But this box of Qinmei's parents has already gone beyond the meaning that language can express. It represents the highest respect that people in all countries can express for this strong and inseparable family relationship. Words are not enough to express love. A thousand "I love you" sentences are just a misunderstanding of the moment when hormones are overproduced.

Only when love is more important than life, the bond from blood to soul will be revealed in detail.

Qinmei held her parents' love in her arms and her friends gathered around. Silence, breathing, heartbeat, crying, and then, the girl's loneliness is no longer lonely, lonely is no longer lonely, everything is achieved by tears, crystal clear and beautiful.

She and she used to dance happily in a corner we didn't know. Of course we can't see their kittens, and of course we can't hear their voices. But we can actually feel all their joys and sorrows. Even if we can't sleep in the middle of the night, we can still feel tired.

Why? Why?

Because of that family, we are also with you? Because friendship always surrounds us? Because the beauty of the world is always mixed with some sadness, it is even more melancholy to pick all the locks one by one?

Clear water without fish, how can the world be pure and monotonous?

There is always a feeling of sadness, which will break free from the shackles of words, get rid of the barriers of shelling, clean up the dirt of time and space, and fly freely between hearts. From one person's psychology to another's psychology. From your heart to mine.

Listen to the wind and wait for the piano to end. Where the wind passes, there will be traces; There is always love at the end of the piano.

Traces are caring, but family ties are hard to give up.

The day before yesterday was a bunny, yesterday was a deer, and today is you.

We are all family. isn't it? ...