Snow on Long Island

Hearing the once most familiar voice softly calling his name in his ear, tears welled up in Huan Chu's eyes and rolled down his cheeks. In those years, the two of them were still green and youthful, the memories were of pure love, gentle emotions, the clearest being the fragrance emanating from her hair, the curve of her lips turning upwards, the slightly coquettish tone, the clear and agile eyes...

"It turns out that as long as you are by my side, I have the courage to live on..." Tears fell from the corner of the eyes, silently disappearing on the ground, just like in the past.

"Greet each other without mentioning the distance, until the long wind and sand." Huan Chu always thought that she would always be by his side, like the moonlight that falls on the ground every night, even though he had become so accustomed to it that he took it for granted, but he could never be without it. In the jungle of steel and cement, every household has tightly secured anti-theft doors. Many people who have lived in the city for years don't even know what their neighbors look like, making city children even lonelier.

Huan Chu felt fortunate to live in the government compound, surrounded by neighbors who were mostly colleagues and friends of his parents, making the neighborhood more harmonious and familiar. His parents often took him to visit neighbors nearby, and it was during one of these visits that Huan Chu experienced the luckiest moment of his life - meeting Zhang Jing, who lived across the street and was the same age as him.

She is like a gift from heaven to Huan Chu. In his eyes, she is as pure and flawless as transparent crystal, perfect like an elf lost in the mortal world. She is so smart, kind, and cheerful, always smiling, laughing, and playing the guzheng with ease, as if there is nothing in the world for her to worry about. She always liked to take advantage of being one month older than Huanchu, leaning on his back and forcing him to call her "sister". When their parents jokingly discussed their future marriage, she would always shyly hide behind him, revealing a pair of curious big eyes.

With her by his side, he has the courage to face anything.

Life is not a movie, the twists and turns of life are much more unpredictable than a movie. God is merciful. He gave Huan Chu exceptional talent in playing the piano, a father-like friend in the old man, and a perfect Zhang Jing, allowing him to have a brilliant and unforgettable memory. Heaven is fair. After letting Huan Chu enjoy all of this, it took them away from him one by one. When Huan Chu returned home after the old man's death, he found that the opposite side of the security door had already been occupied by someone else, and Zhang Jing, who had been out of contact for a month, had also left.

From the discussions of people around him, he knew that Zhang Jing's family had immigrated abroad and disappeared from his life like that. Sometimes Huan Chu can't help but think that the encounters in one's life are really quite magical. She was laughing and joking just the day before, how did she suddenly disappear like the wind? How did she, my childhood sweetheart, suddenly disappear from my life?

He doesn't know what he can do, or rather, he can't do anything at all. He could only lock himself in the room, looking at the photos of himself and her, looking at the letters written when they were close, burning them one by one on a certain night, in a place where no one was around, as if burning the traces she left in his life.

From then on, his world was only left with black and white. When the hurt is too deep, one naturally dares not approach emotions again. He can only constantly deal with all kinds of women on campus and in society, but he no longer dares to give out his true heart. Until I met that fiery queen in this era.

But at this moment, she appeared in front of him again, like a brilliant firework. Just when you are about to forget, it always rises up into the sky and reveals its incomparable beauty to you.

As long as you are by my side, my heart has the courage to bear everything.

Huan Chu trembled as he reached out his hands, wanting to embrace the girl in front of him, unwilling to let her disappear from his side again. But this time, Zhang Jing, who was a superior zombie, did not let the humans in front of her go. Even though this human stirred some emotions in her calm heart, the dignity of the superior made her sidestep, avoiding the hands of Huan Chu.

Huan Chu looked at Zhang Jing, who was looking confused with a hint of vigilance, and at the slowly scabbing wound on her sleeve, and said bitterly, "Yes, you are not the real you anymore." You are not my Zhang Jing. After speaking, wiping away the tears on his face, he lit a cigarette with a bitter smile and sat down against the wall.

Seeing that the human had not made any harmful moves towards himself, Zhang Jing's vigilance gradually faded from her face. She looked at Huan Chu, who was sitting on the ground with tears in his eyes, and for some reason, a faint pain arose in her heart. Unable to bear it, she asked in a bitter voice, "Why... are you crying?" "

Huan Chu took a deep drag on his cigarette, allowing his face to blur in the smoke, and said softly, "Because I have seen you again." "

Zhang Jing obviously couldn't understand this answer, but looking at the man in front of her with a somewhat familiar face, she suddenly felt that this was a natural answer. She shifted her gaze to the moon outside the window and said, "Am I... called... Zhang Jing?" "

"Well, your name is Zhang Jing, you are Zhang Jing." Huan Chu unconsciously repeated his words, surrounding himself with thick smoke, making the image of the girl blur in front of his eyes.

"Oh..." Zhang Jing nodded, withdrew her gaze, the man's face in the swirling smoke had gradually blurred, but she still stared at Huan Chu tightly, as if trying to remember this human who had talked to her for the first time. After a long time, she spoke, "I'm leaving... don't worry... there are no zombies here... it's very safe." "

Huan Chu heard Zhang Jing say she was leaving, and unconsciously stood up, asking, "Where are you going?" But Zhang Jing had already pushed open the window and jumped out, a white figure shining brightly in the air. Seeing that Zhang Jing did not answer, Huan Chu tightly grasped the railing and shouted loudly, "Can I ask you a question?" "

Zhang Jing, not far away, paused for a moment, did not look back, and drifted away, just like in the past. In the wind, there came the slightly awkward words: "Should have... loved..." Upon hearing the response in his ear, Huan Chu felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained in an instant, barely managing to stay upright by leaning on the railing. He trembled as he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the voice of the queen suddenly came through the intercom: 'Huan Chu, I have completed the search here and found no threats. Over.' In the conversation, there were also a few barks mixed in with the black's woofs. Huan Chu adjusted his spirits slightly, pulled the walkie-talkie over his shoulder, pressed the call button, and said, "I haven't found any abnormalities on my end either. Let's regroup in the room. Over." "

After a moment, hearing a 'Understood' from the queen's side, Huan Chu looked out the window again. The white figure had disappeared from sight. Huan Chu sighed softly, believing Zhang Jing's words. He walked downstairs, humming softly the old song in his mouth.

The story begins as if sending you on a high-speed train journey, with shadows gradually fading as the train passes by several stations. Forget not to remember the background, the origin, and the cowardice in your heart. It's just one step away from how I can say goodbye to you.

Talk about the past, talk about recent events, talk about you being in New York, sitting in the Empire State Building every day overlooking Fifth Avenue. Or reminisce about the days when you used to hold onto my clothes, sharing half a pack of cigarettes with me and then quitting together.

You long for the snow on Chang Island, frozen in the night of midsummer dreams. Perhaps in just one more second, the poppy flower will wither. You are faintly whispering in my ear, the eternity of eternity. We haven't forgotten, the most beautiful scene in our hearts...

When Huan Chu returned to Room 214, the queen was feeding Blackie dinner. Upon seeing Huan Chu return, the queen nodded, poured the canned beef into a plate and handed it to Blackie. Then she turned to Huan Chu and asked, "How was it?" Did you encounter any zombies up there? Huan Chu nodded, took out a bottle of water from his luggage, and poured it into his mouth.

The queen seemed completely unaware of any abnormality in Huan Chu's behavior. She took off her gun holster and placed it in the bedside cabinet, then threw herself onto the inner side of the bed, stretched lazily, and said, "Ah, my luck is really not bad today." It would be great if we could feel this comfortable every day, don't you think so, Haku? "

Hei Zi lifted his head from the beef and let out a 'woof' to show his agreement. Huan Chu chuckled and casually threw the empty bottle in his hand into the trash can, saying, "It's not that easy." Let's have something to eat and go to bed early. We still have to continue our journey tomorrow. As the hotel was already out of power and water, Huan Chu had to take out some instant food from his backpack and threw it to the queen on the bed. He sat aside, lit another cigarette and started smoking.

Another vacuum-packed product! Fast food again! The queen complained as she angrily tore off the packaging and stuffed the cooked food in the bag into her mouth, chewing hard: "Eating this is bad enough, and there's no water for a bath. When will this kind of day come to an end?!" "

Huan Chu listened to the queen's complaints, patted the black dog lying on the floor after finishing dinner, looked out the window, and said softly, "Who knows?" Get used to getting up early, there will be some time like this... Well, maybe in the future, we will only have days like this. "

Unconsciously, Huan Chu once again thought of the figure in white clothes, and his thoughts began to drift away. Why did she go abroad in the first place? Why did he suddenly leave without even saying hello to me? Why did you stop contacting me after going abroad? Why did you suddenly appear in a hotel in this small city in the country?

Unconsciously, Huanchu's mind was suddenly filled with all kinds of 'whys', but he found that his usually self-proclaimed clever mind could not come up with any answers or even plausible guesses. Huan Chu shook his head, pulling himself back to reality, no longer dwelling on these almost impossible questions to answer.

When he turned around, he saw the queen had stopped what she was doing and was looking at him with a playful expression. She said, "Changdao, there is no snow." "