天空阴沉，预示着一场暴风雨即将来临。

The sky was overcast, hinting at an impending storm.

梁站在曾经的学校门前，思绪如这不稳定的天气一般混乱。

Liang stood in front of his former school, his thoughts as tumultuous as the unstable weather.

多年前，这里充满了欢声笑语，如今却只剩下破碎的玻璃和倒塌的墙壁。

Years ago, this place was filled with laughter and joy, but now only shattered glass and collapsed walls remain.

仲夏的季节，空气中弥漫着潮湿和腐朽的味道，四周安静得令人不安，只有远处的雷声隐隐作响。

In the midsummer season, the air was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, save for the faint rumblings of distant thunder.

“我们真的要进去吗？”云紧紧拉着梁的胳膊，担心地问。

"Are we really going in?" Yun tightly clutched Liang’s arm and asked worriedly.

他知道，尽管这里早已没人居住，但仍有未知的危险潜伏着。

He knew that although no one lived here anymore, unknown dangers might still be lurking.

“我必须找到那一页。”梁坚定地回答。

"I have to find that page," Liang replied resolutely.

他的手中拿着一本旧笔记本，那是他与过去连接的纽带。

In his hand was an old notebook, his tether to the past.

智的身影悄然而至。

Zhi's figure appeared silently.

他是个神秘的人，总是说自己能和灵魂交流。

He was a mysterious person who always claimed he could communicate with spirits.

今天恰逢中元节，智说，灵魂会在这一天重回人间寻找答案。

Today, coinciding with the Zhongyuan Jie, Zhi said that souls would return on this day to seek answers.

“灵魂们需要你去解答。”智的声音平静而深邃，他的眼睛盯着学校的深处。

"The spirits need you to uncover answers," Zhi's voice was calm and profound, his eyes fixed on the depths of the school.

梁深吸一口气，点了点头。

Liang took a deep breath and nodded.

他知道，时间不多了。

He knew there was little time left.

三人走进破败的走廊，沙沙声在脚下回荡。

The three of them walked into the dilapidated corridor, the rustling sounds echoing beneath their feet.

阳光勉强从破碎的窗户中洒进来，空气中浮动的灰尘犹如无形的幽灵。

Sunlight barely streamed through the broken windows, and the dust floating in the air resembled invisible ghosts.

随着他们走入记忆深处的教室，墙上的黑板早已空白，如同被时间洗净了一般。

As they stepped into a classroom deep within their memories, the blackboard on the wall was blank, as if cleansed by time.

“就是这里。”梁的手指抚过一个老旧的课桌，这里曾经是他的角落。

"This is it." Liang's fingers brushed across an old desk that used to be his corner.

然而，未等他开始翻找，暴风雨突然而至。

However, before he could start searching, the storm abruptly arrived.

狂风卷起地上的杂物，房子摇摇欲坠。

The fierce wind lifted debris from the ground, and the building trembled.

梁在慌乱中寻找那遗失的记忆。

In the chaos, Liang searched for the lost memories.

就在此时，智闭上眼睛，轻声喃喃：“她说找到了，是一段未完成的告别。”

At this moment, Zhi closed his eyes and murmured softly, "She says it's found, it's an unfinished farewell."

云盯着那些飘浮在空中的纸张，突然发现有一张纸慢慢掉落在梁的脚边。

Yun gazed at the papers floating through the air and suddenly noticed one slowly descending at Liang's feet.

梁急忙捡起，那是某个夏日午后，一个关于爱与梦想的瞬间。

Liang hurriedly picked it up; it was a moment from a summer afternoon, a fragment about love and dreams.

随着这个心底的片段重现，暴风雨也随之平息。

As this fragment from the depths of his heart resurfaced, the storm subsided.

梁感受到一股前所未有的平静。

Liang felt an unprecedented calm.

“或许，过去并不需要解答。”他的语气平和，“重要的是心中的那份温暖。”

"Perhaps, the past doesn't need answers," he said with serenity in his voice, "What's important is the warmth in our hearts."

云微微点头，他开始意识到，有些事物比生存更有意义。

Yun nodded slightly, beginning to realize that some things are more meaningful than mere survival.

而智，在找到灵魂的答案后，重重地点了个头，似乎对两个新朋友感到满足。

And Zhi, having found the answer for the spirits, nodded heavily, seemingly satisfied with his two new friends.

天边的乌云逐渐散去，阳光将废墟染成温暖的金色。

The clouds in the sky gradually parted, and the sunshine painted the ruins a warm golden hue.

三人并肩站立，终于拥抱各自的内心，在这个被遗忘的地方，重拾珍贵的回忆与情谊。

The three stood side by side, finally embracing their innermost selves, reclaiming precious memories and connections in this forgotten place.