At night, there were only a few pedestrians, the vendors were playing with their knives and forks, the smell of meat was overflowing, and smoke was rising. A Yuan and I were sitting at the dining table.
The last time we went out together at night was on a rainy summer night.
We chatted about interesting things from the past. When we were children, we kicked water to catch shrimps in the river and flew kites on the grass; we competed in the running test in junior high school, and the two of us lay down directly on the ground after running; we studied together in high school and stayed up late to watch. novel. The timeline of memories moves towards the present, but we gradually become silent.
The drizzle fell like threads on the street, and the dry bluestone floor was stained with moisture.
"The rain is cool on a summer night." A Yuan looked at the deep end of the street.
In the chaotic night, his voice rippled gently on the street, as if recalling the soul of the past, as if commemorating the ignorant and fearless years of the past, reaching back to that past through the night.
Our high school life should be like a quiet lake, calm and uneventful. We have classes during the day, sleep at night, and occasionally stay up late to read novels to stimulate our somewhat numb minds.
But one day, she confessed her love to A Yuan. At that time, A Yuan's lips were slightly open, his eyes widened, and he looked at the note in front of him with the handwriting of the girl Juanxiu in shock.
Until the teacher hit A Yuan on the head with chalk accurately.
The teacher patted the blackboard, the chalk dust fell, and said loudly: "Please solve this problem."
He stood up slowly and stared at the teacher with big eyes. He opened his eyes and said blankly: "Teacher, I don't know how."
Those earlobes as bright red as blood diamonds softly told the shyness and bewilderment in the heart of the ignorant young man.
That night, with the pleasant and melodious ringing of the end of get out of class bell, the students picked up their schoolbags that they had packed early and stepped out of the classroom.
A Yuan and her stepped out of the classroom one after another. From then on, they walked together when the sun was rising, and they returned with their shadows when the crescent moon hung in the sky.
"Bang."
Purple smoke curled up and dissipated gently in the sky.
The athletes raised their backs, stepped like the wind, swung their arms like drums, and charged forward with indomitable momentum.
A Yuan was the first to cross the line, ranked first in the group, and was the only non-athletic student to reach the finals.
Thunderous cheers erupted from the stands. The boys in the class shouted A Yuan’s name, and the girls’ eyes sparkled.
A Yuan came back with sweat on his face and joy in his eyes. He lay on the railing with her and watched the rest of the game.
Under the warm autumn sun, the eyes of boys and girls overlapped, their smiles were bright, and the light of the sun shone in their hair.
The autumn sun in the sky is shining warmly, the sound of the playing field on the ground is boiling, and boys and girls cling to each other.
The night outside the window is deep, and the water on the glass is like a column. The college entrance examination will be tomorrow. God has set up this final dilemma for the students who are about to hatch into butterflies.
A Yuan was sitting in the classroom, looking at the pouring rain outside the window.
My mother is hospitalized and my father is working outside. A Yuan knows that no one will come to deliver an umbrella today.
A Yuan walked to the classroom door with her, opened her umbrella, and walked into the rain together.
On the campus trail, dim yellow lights were cast on the roadside, and two ancient vines covered the old houses on the roadside. In the old houses, some rusty iron sticks stuck out of the windows. They carefully avoided the wanton behavior on the road. Flowing rainwater.
The girl's soft body between the limbs made A Yuan feel wandering.
"Hiss."
Amidst the continuous rain, a gentle tearing sound passed by.
They walked to the school gate, and amid the patter of rain, the sound of vehicle horns came from the distance.
Her parents came to pick her up.
She raised her hands to cover her head and trotted all the way to the car. The moment you opened the car door, you raised your arms towards him and clenched your fists.
A Yuan nodded slightly and watched her walk into the car with a smile, the girl's body temperature seemed to be flowing on his hands.
He looked at the gap in the umbrella. Half of his body had been soaked. The coolness of the summer night invaded his skin, and the umbrella trembled slightly.
At the entrance of the station, travelers dragging their suitcases and folding umbrellas shed tears.
Outside the eaves, the rain rolled down like a beaded curtain. The girl, wearing white clothes and carrying a large and bloated box, stood there quietly.
People hurriedly walked through the door like a weave, and the sound of ticket check-in at the station was about to end. The girl looked up to the end of the misty world, lowered her eyes, and turned around to walk into the station.
At the station, A Yuan wore a hat and watched the light and slim girl slowly walk into the deep passage.
The girl never looked back, and the boy never looked back.
The rain outside the window hit the window, and every sound was clear and loud. People came and went in the station, and A Yuan sat there for a long time.
The vibrating sound of the phone came. He picked up the phone and listened quietly to the voice from the other end.
After hanging up the phone, he walked towards the icy rain, all alone.
On a sunny day, in the morning, he quietly watched his mother follow the black box and gradually be covered with loess; in the afternoon, he sat in the high school classroom and started over.