Chapter 14 rain, rain, rain

This short story is composed almost entirely of images from memories.The advantage of a ten-page novel is that there is no need to think about the structure of the story before writing.This time, I decided to use rain as the theme, and write down what comes to mind without thinking.When writing a novel, because the plot of the development is too strong, even the writer himself cannot create freely.As I wrote in this piece, I love rain.When I was in the lower grades of elementary school, I just walked home without an umbrella. It felt like I was drunk by the rain.In the summer of high school, riding a bicycle in the rain was a rare pleasure.Recently, when it's raining lightly, I'm not used to holding an umbrella either.Sometimes, it will rain suddenly and unexpectedly.At this time, I am very grateful for the plastic umbrellas produced in China.You can buy it everywhere, even if you lose it, you won't feel heartache.Last time, I went to buy a high-end umbrella in London worth tens of thousands of yuan. I am a poor man in my heart and have not used it once.I advise everyone not to buy things that do not conform to their status.What a mistake.

He likes rain. Because he felt embarrassed, he never mentioned this matter to others, but he still likes rain very much. This is a hobby he has never changed since he was a child. The continuous spring rain like smog, the heavy plum rain like a gray screen, the bold summer rain that is afraid of hitting the ground, the smooth autumn rain like the fingertips of an ice and snow beauty, and the winter rain like a frozen silver needle. It rains anytime, anytime.He likes them all.Just as clouds cannot have the same shape, rain is also full of personality, and it is different rain every time. The first time I was drenched by the rain was in the second spring when I entered elementary school.

It takes about ten minutes to walk from home to school with the foot strength of a child.Wearing a yellow raincoat and holding a yellow umbrella, he walked out of the school building on his stomach after school.Before walking to the school gate, because I was walking with other students, I held an umbrella together. "goodbye." "goodbye." After saying goodbye to each other, he watched the backs of his classmates who looked like birds and beasts go away, immediately put away his umbrella, and looked at the sky.The warm spring rain keeps falling from the sky.When it floats in front of your eyes.It can also be seen that once it drops into the eyes, it can no longer be seen, and after bringing a little coolness to the surface of the eyeball, it disappears without a trace.

He avoided the shopping street and walked home from the alley.He dragged the closed umbrella behind his back and looked up at the rainy sky.The rain not only hit his eyes, but also wet his cheeks and hair, flowing down his neck and behind his back. Even so, the smile on his face never disappeared. As he was walking through the crossroads, a great idea occurred to him.He wants to taste the rain.The second-year elementary school student, who was drenched all over, opened his mouth wide and faced the sky. The rain has a dusty smell, a little bitter, and a little numb on the tongue.However, after he drank the rainwater and walked a few steps, he quickly got used to the taste, and the slight stimulation brought out the taste of the water even more, as if he was drinking a low-carbonated drink.

The boy went straight back to the empty home where both parents were away at work.He changed his wet T-shirt, wiped his hair roughly with a towel, and lay down on the porch.He wanted to see the musical ripples of the rain as it fell slowly down the palm-sized backyard squirt. He wrapped himself in the blue bath towel that had accompanied him since kindergarten, and kept looking at the backyard in the rain.When the cloudy sky slightly oozes the rose color of the sunset, the boy does not realize that he has fallen asleep. The next memory about the rain is ten years later. The boy he likes to be with has become a second-year student at a metropolitan high school.It takes an hour in total to take the tram and then transfer from the home I just moved to the school.He hates the crowded time of Jianfeng. Although he can read books in the library in the car, the time will not be wasted, but he can't bear to be stuffed into a box made of metal and glass with many people.

So, he decided to ride his bike to and from school.He used the pocket money he saved to buy a French-made racing car.The bicycle tires dedicated to racing are only the width of a thumb, weigh only a little over ten kilograms, and can be easily lifted with two fingers.If you switch to the maximum gear and step on the pedal hard, you can ride at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour on flat ground, and if you go downhill, you can reach 60 kilometers per hour. After switching to a bicycle, the commute to and from school was shortened to 30 minutes.Not only can it save half the time, but also save the bus and tram fare, and it will not be crowded by strangers.Cycling to school can be a great exercise, and riding against the wind is also very comfortable.

That is rain. When it rains in the morning, he will skip the first class.Monday morning rain was the worst because the first period happened to be math class which he hated.He sleeps in just right, so if he can't ride his bike, he'll be late. On rainy mornings, he could only go to class by bus and tram, but he didn't like the stuffy feeling in the closed compartment. After entering high school, the first class at Qiao was not a big deal at all.Just go to the roof and watch the rain hit the concrete, and wait for the bell to ring again. On rainy days, cycling home is also a lot of fun.It was sunny in the morning, but the weather changed during class and it started to rain.The summer showers were the best, and he drenched himself in big, warm drops every time, even taking the long detour home on his bike.The journey that can be reached in the fastest 30 minutes is often extended to one hour, one and a half hours.

The race car is light, with minimal parts, the tires are exposed, of course, and there are no fenders at all.After riding in the rain, there will always be a splash of gray cement on the back of the white shirt, but he still can't stop riding in the rain.You can enjoy the summer showers as long as you show the face of "it's raining suddenly, it's really troublesome", but you can't enjoy this kind of fun if you just take a walk.There are plastic umbrellas everywhere, and if someone walks down the street drenched, they will definitely stand out. When riding a bicycle, you can enjoy the rainwater to your heart's content. There is a long bridge nearly one kilometer in length across the spacious water supply road.Sometimes a rainbow can be seen from the bridge, a colorful semicircle spanning the Tokyo sky.He rode on the sidewalk at a slow speed equivalent to walking, watching the splash of water from the bicycle, and was intoxicated in the colorful magical light beams and soft rain.

After college, he chose to become a freelancer.During the two years, he lived by working around.Subway works.Warehouse managers, tutors, and among them, the guards on the construction site have done the longest work. It was an expressway construction site by Tokyo Bay, and there were no other vehicles passing by except construction site vehicles.In one day, there are only a handful of jobs to guide the vehicles. All he had to do was hang the small radio on the fence and stand at the door all day before he got off work.On windy days, you must fill some water with a hose and sweep the road with a broom to avoid dust.Besides that, when people pass by, say hello to them.

While the summer sun can be daunting, standing for seven hours at work and scorching heat isn't a problem at all for young people once they get used to it.And, tanned, feels like healthier.As long as you stand there and think about your own affairs absent-mindedly, you can get a lot of part-time wages. He believes that the advantage of this job is that it is not productive.At the end of the day, you can receive a certain amount of money. There is neither a sense of accomplishment nor a sense of accomplishment, let alone hard work and goals. You only use time in exchange for money.He is not good at communicating with people, so he is very suitable for this job.

While doing the job, rain was also his favorite.Putting on a transparent raincoat over his uniform and standing in the rain made him feel good.He stood at the door in the rain, softly humming the song he liked at the time. He didn't care if the rain got in through the helmet and the raincoat and soaked the uniform, and he didn't care if the rain boots got water.The construction site is rushing to work. Unless there is a storm, it is impossible to stop work under normal rain. Both the workers and the on-site supervisor were drenched by the rain.The cranes and cement mixers were also soaked, and the wet cement was poured into the rain-soaked formwork and steel bars.Even if it is raining, the cement will dry out.It was a wonderful sight indeed. Nearly another 20 years later, he became a novelist.Even now, if it's just light rain, he can hardly hold an umbrella.He still loves the rain and hates umbrellas. When encountering misty and rainy fog and rain, he will go out for a walk specially.The drizzle drenched the surface of the skin, and before it could turn into water droplets, it was evaporated by the body temperature.At this time, he will happily conceive how to use this rain in his next work. Even the melancholy rainy season is not a problem for him at all. The gloomy sky, the chance of rain, and the rainy season information, these words with moist air can make people excited. No rain is ever the same.