Chapter 3 umbrella, cape sky

I like umbrellas, because the umbrella ribs are always close together, and they have such a beautiful arc shape when they are opened.I wore a raincoat when I was a child, and I looked forward to growing up so that one day I could hold an umbrella.When I was in middle school, I got rid of the wet raincoat and put a folding umbrella in my schoolbag, and I was a little complacent.A few years later, I gradually became impatient to go out with umbrellas. Once, a group of classmates came out of the audio-visual classroom and were about to take the bus home. The heavy raindrops fell and knocked on the veranda. Under the eaves to shelter from the rain.Suddenly, a senior said, "What did you girls do? You didn't even bring an umbrella?" The other boys echoed, and the female classmates next to them explained embarrassingly, saying that they didn't expect it to rain when they went out... ...The silent me has a little confusion and injustice: who said that carrying an umbrella is a woman's responsibility?

If there is a man who holds an umbrella for me when it rains, I think I will definitely fall in love with him. This idea soon faced challenges. There was a boy in the university who would often wander around the classroom where I was studying, sometimes asking someone to deliver an apple, or a bag of candied fruit, and of course, his poems. Poems are sometimes published in the school magazine.When I was rehearsing the play on the stage, he sat in the audience and stared at me in a daze. After the rehearsal that night, it started to rain heavily. As usual, I didn’t bring an umbrella. He held a black umbrella and waited at the entrance of the auditorium. He wanted to take me to a ride, but I refused to go with him, and he refused to let me get in the rain. During the stalemate, he suddenly stuffed the umbrella into my hand, ran away quickly, and disappeared into the night.I asked my classmate to return the umbrella to him, and asked him not to wait for me any longer.After a while, his poem in the school magazine reads: "Hold an umbrella for you / But think I am a poisonous mushroom." From then on, I understood that it is not an umbrella that can make me fall in love with a man .Things are never that simple.

Umbrellas also taught me to face loss more calmly—how many umbrellas do you have to lose in your life—we pick up umbrellas after throwing them away, and many umbrellas circulate in different hands. "Whoever owns it? Just keep it out of the rain." My friend Rarity rarely gets caught in the rain.I don't pick up other people's umbrellas, and even miss the ones I used to have when it rains.At a certain stage, I especially like the foldable small umbrella, which is light and easy to carry, and it will not appear redundant when it is not raining.I prefer a folding umbrella with very light material and completely different color inside and outside. I hold it to class and put it next to the podium to dry. Students often admire it, it’s such a beautiful umbrella.I once forgot that umbrella in the classroom and lost it. The students felt a sense of guilt, as if they had not fulfilled their duty of supervision.

I also had a golden European-style long-handled umbrella. The handle was like a bud, inlaid with a ruby-like glass, like a sword. When I carried it, it always attracted a lot of attention.From then on, I fell in love with long-handled umbrellas, not only for decoration, but also for self-defense. This umbrella has been with me for many years, but it was finally lost, which made me very sad.However, the melancholy doesn't stop here. I once had a secret love affair with a man. We traveled to different places. When it rained, I picked up an umbrella and he paid for it.He wanted me to go home with an umbrella, but I refused. He didn't understand why a woman has so many taboos in love?I don't understand why we were so cautious or broke up?The umbrella is still in his office, but we have each flowed into different love affairs.

Walking across the sea and the sky, I have met many people with umbrellas and no umbrellas. Now, there is an elegant man next to me. When it rains, he will always hold an umbrella for me. He doesn’t think it’s a woman’s responsibility to carry an umbrella. He always has There are many thoughtful and considerate actions, but I am not moved. I know he is gay, and I like to share an umbrella with him, the feeling of being together.