Minyou 01.

My world still remains black and white, like an old silent movie.

Such days, passing like flowing water, until one day, for some reason she did not appear, my heart began to become anxious, I haven't felt this kind of mood for a long time, I even felt a hint of nervousness and fear.

Then there was no more movement. I couldn't help but pull down the curtains, only to see her disappearing figure, flying away from my sight like a colorful butterfly, just like when she came. I kept watching silently, until that touch of color completely disappeared from my pupils.

Song Yan.

Fortunately, the days she comes are getting fewer and fewer. I know she is now in her third year of high school and will soon take the college entrance examination. She wants to be admitted to the university located in the City of Qionghua, because that is the university where Song Yan, whom she has been secretly in love with, wants to go.

I began to look forward to her arrival, and fortunately, she seemed to really enjoy this rooftop. She often brought her dolls up here to play. Gradually, I devoted most of my attention to observing her.

She has a pair of beautiful eyes, under long and curly eyelashes, hiding a pair of dark eyes. Sometimes, she would talk to her doll. At first, I couldn't hear what she was saying because I refused to listen to the outside world.

Until that day, in my black and white world that had lasted for many years, a colorful butterfly drifted by.

At first, I tried to accept this fact, but every day that followed, I found myself immersed in a crazy longing. I want to see her, I want to see what color the sky is, I want to see the beauty of flowers, and I also want to see the soft blue tone that belongs to her.

Close your eyes and imagine, staying in a black and white world for a long time, what kind of feeling is it to see colors for the first time.

Red, yellow, purple, these colors that have disappeared in my world, appear once again in front of my eyes.

The color was not dazzling, just a faint, almost transparent blue, reminding me of the sky I saw in my childhood. My gaze couldn't help but linger on it, and I was lost in thought for a long time. It wasn't until I came back to my senses that I realized it wasn't a butterfly, but a young girl.

This seems to have become my only adventure, like a leaf gently falling on a calm water surface, in my quiet world, it seems to have added a few ripples because of her intrusion.

Going to find her, this thought is like a cask of fine wine, fermenting purer and purer in my heart.

She seems to have just moved here. Every day, she would run to the rooftop terrace. There are many flowers planted on the terrace. In my eyes, those flowers have no color. But what surprises me is that whenever her hand touches the petals, I can see the true colors of those flowers.

In the days that followed, I heard this name more and more frequently. From her soliloquies, I came to know who this Song Yan was.

Someone hiding and crying must feel very lonely.

Her crying face is really ugly, but... ... That ugly appearance, however, makes my mood feel lost. I want to hear clearly what she is saying, I want to know the reason that makes her so sad, such a shadow-like girl, she would also hide and cry alone.

She came here for the last time without any warning and disappeared without any warning. She lay on the rooftop and shouted loudly to the sky, "Song Yan! I like you!"

So I think, this girl, is also my sun.

When I first heard her voice, she said these two words.

My name is Xu Minyou. I have lived for nineteen years. I do not want to recall any of my childhood memories, and my entire world is filled with darkness.

But my sun is gone.

The sun, it is an existence that captivates people's gaze, even if it may burn oneself, one is unwilling to look away, right?

Song Yan is her sun, but she is my sun.

He is her classmate, good at sports, and shines like the sun, making it impossible for her to take her eyes off him.

These unfamiliar emotions make me feel uneasy. Subconsciously, I want to escape from such feelings. So I pull the curtains tighter, as if by not looking at the rooftop, I won't anticipate her arrival.

I locked myself in a small attic. I don't want to care about the world outside this attic. I don't want to listen to my grandfather and others talking to me. They all say that I am sick, that I have a disease called autism.

In my world, there are only black and white. I don't want to see any other colors, so in my world, there are only pure black and white. I think this kind of world is good. My world only needs these two colors, and this small attic is enough. Here, I feel quiet, unprecedentedly quiet.

But I don't think so. The world I see in my eyes is different from what they see. Their world must be different from mine.

On the third day after her disappearance, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps once again. There was no need to listen carefully, I knew it was her. Because she was the only voice I could hear, just like how she was the only color I could see.

I know she will never come back here. The thought of never seeing her again fills my heart with panic. The once desolate world is now in chaos.

Until that day, she spoke to the little bear, and as she spoke, she started to cry.

I didn't think about this issue. I was lying on the edge of the attic window, quietly peering at her through the gap in the drawn curtains.

She was wearing a light blue dress, looking several years younger than me, with two ponytails combed behind her ears. She was really inconspicuous and would soon be drowned in the crowd. Is it because of this that I can see her in light blue? Because she is too inconspicuous, too transparent, so that I can see her?

She never appeared again. She disappeared just like that. I know she went to college where the person she liked was also there. She chased her sun and went to the city full of blooming qiong flowers.

I plugged my ears with cotton balls, but it was meaningless.

My Darkness.

I endured for a long time without touching the curtains. She spoke for a long, long time outside, but I didn't open the curtains to look at her. However, not looking at her doesn't mean I can escape from her. Her voice became clearer and clearer in my ears, whether I wanted to listen or not, I could still hear it.

Through her, I can see those colors clearly, some of which would burn my eyes, but I also feel addicted and reluctant to take my eyes off her.