Lu Qingci always remembers that the stupidest thing Lin Yanchun said was "it will bloom in winter."
At that time, she had just finished her first chemotherapy and lost most of her hair, but she insisted on sitting by the window of the ward to bask in the sun. Holding a candy he gave her in her hand, she said, "When I get better, let's go see the first snow. I heard that the snow falling on the plum branches looks like spring flowers blooming early."
He nodded and turned to the corridor to secretly wipe away his tears. He always lied to her that "the doctor said he was recovering well", but he trembled at night looking at the medical certificate - the word "late stage" on it was like a needle hardened with ice, making him unable to breathe.
Their spring is too short. It was him picking up the fallen notes for her in her second year of high school, it was her handing him hot milk late at night outside the convenience store where he worked, it was him carrying her up the long steps of the hospital after the diagnosis, and she lay on his back and whispered, "Actually, this is good."
Winter is really coming, and the snow is falling heavily. Wrapped in a thick coat, he went to buy the plum blossom cakes that she had been talking about for a long time. When he came back, the lights in the ward were dim. The nurse said that she was very quiet when she left. She still held half of the unfinished candy in her hand. The candy wrapper was his favorite blue color.
He sat in the snow for a long time until snowflakes fell on his shoulders. Later, he always went to that ward. There was a book she had not finished reading on the window sill. The bookmark was a piece of dried cherry blossom - she picked it from the school flower bed last spring and gave it to him.
Snow falls every year, covering the road, covering the footprints, and covering the promise of "blooming in winter" that she once said. Lu Qing resigned and guarded the empty city, and finally understood: some springs were not buried by snow, but the snow knew that she would never come back, so it sealed all the warmth into eternity for her.
Concept: Beauty is fleeting, but regrets last forever, which is the footnote of youth.