When my grandmother passed away, she left me a colorful paintbrush. The barrel of the pen was made of transparent resin and wrapped in a small section of iridescence. I tried to draw a line on the paper, and the pen tip slid over without leaving any trace. I think this is probably a beautiful ornament, the thought about color she left to me.
I later discovered that this pen only glows during the rainy season. When the rain hits the window, the iridescence in the pen holder will flow, as if it comes alive. To be more precise, when I hold it and draw in the air, what I draw will become reality after a minute. I didn't tell anyone and I didn't use it to treat myself. The doctor can't even say when I will leave. This kind of thing cannot be forced. It's good to be able to count one day at a time.
Lin Xiaoqi is a transfer student. She is not like other girls who are busy dressing up or chatting together. She always sits by the window and reads quietly. When the sun is bright, the light passes through the tips of her hair and casts a small swaying spot of light on the table. Her skin is very white, not the kind of bloodless white, but like a freshly peeled lychee, with a little pink in it. Her handwriting is beautiful, her strokes are thin, and like her, she has a clean arrogance.
One time I coughed so hard that I couldn't catch my breath while lying on the table. She didn't say anything, but gently placed an orange hard candy in my hand. The candy wrapper is transparent and printed with small patterns. I looked up at her, and she was looking out the window at the sycamore tree, her profile looking like a quiet painting in the light.
At that moment, I warmed up the cold paintbrush in my pocket. I didn't draw "I want to live", nor did I draw "I want to have a future with her". Those were too greedy and I couldn't bear to disturb her peace.
It rained again last night. I wrote on the paper: I wish Lin Xiaoqi always be safe every year.
Intention: In a limited life, love someone selflessly, not asking for possession, just asking for her peace every year. The real salvation is not to rely on external forces to reverse life and death, but to meet someone who makes you feel that the world is worth it.