Chen Zhixia has only written one song in his life.
No one has heard of it, except the snowy mountain.
The snowy mountain can't speak, but the mountain remembers.
Just like his bone wrench, it had been sharpened for sixteen years, and the flesh and blood had been absorbed into it. Even if it exploded, he would not be willing to throw it away.
Later she glued it on and put it on her little finger. It was just the right size.
Someone asked her what she was waiting for.
She said no waiting, what was supposed to come has already come.
It's like someone asked him what he was guarding.
He didn't say anything, but pointed at the border, the ground beneath his feet, and the dazzlingly white top of the snow in the distance.
The wind in the valley that summer was very strong, and it blew away his question of her name.
There were a lot of cars at the intersection of Xingfu Road that fall, and it took thirty-seven seconds for them to recognize each other.
They were never separated again after that.
He took the first step, and she followed slowly.
I followed him for five years, to the snow-capped mountains, until the wind stopped, and until the strings of the piano could no longer be played.
So be it.
The mountains and rivers are still there, and so are the roads.
It's just that from now on, the weight of the Himalayan snow falling on each pair of eyes is different.
The idea: Three generations guard the mountains and rivers, the grandfather guards the flames of war, the father guards the hidden line, and the male protagonist guards the border. What was passed down was not the bone ring finger, but the matter of "keeping it until death" itself.
The heroine keeps a broken piano, a piece of music, and a person who has only seen two sides. Mountains and rivers never let down those who guard them, but mountains and rivers will not remember anyone's name. So she sat in the snow and carved herself into the memory of the mountain.
There is a deep feeling in this world that is not understood and does not need to be understood. Just like the snow-capped mountains never explain why they are so cold.