Chapter 10 10

I opened the door of the store, and the sudden roar of wind and rain made my eardrums uncomfortable. "The wind and rain are still so strong." She took out the umbrella in the umbrella bucket. "If you don't mind, I'll take you back." "I still have to go a long way, so I'm sorry to bother you." "It's okay," I said, "it's how it should be." "Then I'll trouble you," she said. "Where's your umbrella?" "I'm wearing a raincoat." I said while running, "Please wait, I'll be right back."

I ran to the parked motorcycle, quickly put on my raincoat, and ran back to her. "Thank you for your hard work." She said. "Where." I was still panting, "Let's go." She was holding an unopened dark red umbrella, and I was wearing a yellow raincoat, walking side by side on the arcade. Neither of us spoke, maybe neither of us knew what to say to match the noisy wind and rain. When the end of the arcade was reached, she stopped, and I followed suit. She raised the umbrella, and I stood a little further away, and with a bang, she opened the umbrella. The distance I kept from her was exactly the radius of the umbrella, and then we stepped into the wind and rain together.

"The wind is really strong." She held the handle of the umbrella tightly with both hands, holding the pink rose between her fingers, Although a little embarrassed, she smiled happily. "It's better to wear a raincoat." I said, "Do you want to exchange it?" "I didn't hear what you said clearly!" The wind and rain were too loud, and the volume of normal speech could not be heard clearly, so I had to raise the volume: "Let me hold the flowers for you first! Be careful holding the umbrella!" "Yeah!" She nodded and handed me the flowers.

I unbuttoned the top of the raincoat, put the flowers in the jacket pocket, and buttoned the buttons. "I saw someone driving in a raincoat on this road!" I said. "Really?" "Well! At that time, I was very curious and took a closer look. It turned out that the windshield in front of the car was gone, and a man and a woman had to drive in raincoats!" "That's a good joke!" she laughed. "No!" I also laughed, "This is a story!" It's tiring to keep raising the volume and talking with exclamation points, so we choose to stay silent.

In the wind and rain, she changed the angle of holding the umbrella from time to time. Occasionally, when the umbrella bloomed, she laughed and seemed to find it very interesting. I also find it interesting, because the raindrops on my body seem to be doing a free spa for me. Although I should seize this last time to talk to her more, but I don't want to bother to find topics to chat with her, because nothing I can say or do at this time is as good as watching her smile happily. Even though her laughter is often drowned out by the sound of wind and rain, her smile is still warm and lovely.

I was a little worried about her umbrella, and even more worried that she would get wet, so I turned my head to look at her frequently. Looking through the blurry glasses, I found that she seemed to be covered with a white halo. I suddenly had the illusion that she might be an angel. "Here we are." Ten minutes later, she stopped under the awning of an apartment building and put away her umbrella. She let out a breath, brushed the messy hair covering her forehead with her hands, and smiled. This canopy not only blocks raindrops, but also purifies the sound of rain into a muffled tick-tock.

Although the space under the canopy is small, it is enough to protect her voice, so that I can hear her "here" clearly. "Thank you for taking me home," she said. "You're welcome," I said. "I'm very happy today, and it's a pleasure to meet you," she said. "You stole my lines." "Thank you for giving me such an unforgettable experience." "No," I said, "I'm the one to say thank you." "Oh?" "Because you left the most colorful colors in my pale youth." "you are too polite."

"No, I'm really thankful to you." I said, "Thank you for giving me such beautiful memories. Even after ten years or more, whenever there is a typhoon, I will definitely think of tonight." She didn't answer, but raised her head and looked at me slightly. The eyes are still clear and bright, and the dim light and the loud wind and rain can't cover it up. When I am old in the future, when I look back on this life, many images should quickly flash through my mind. But it will definitely freeze here, maybe only for two seconds, but it must be a freeze frame. Everything that happens in the present moment is immediately eternal.

Because it is impossible to be eternal, it is also a kind of eternity. The look in her eyes at this moment is eternal to me. I am very happy and proud to know beauty No. 6. Maybe it was out of vanity at the beginning, after all, knowing a beauty is something worth talking about for ordinary boys. But at the moment, I just feel grateful, grateful to God for letting me know her, and to be so close tonight. There is a war between heaven and man in my heart, and I really want to ask her if I can meet in the future? Is it possible to leave some contact information?Is it possible to bring me closer to her?

But I never spoke. Not for lack of courage, but it would make me feel too greedy. God has cared enough for me, I shouldn't ask for anything more. Just like winning the special prize of the invoice is enough luck, it would be too much to require the bonus to be used in brand new banknotes. I know that people usually regret not the things they did, but the things they didn't do. Maybe in the future I will regret not speaking now, but I still make up my mind and choose contentment. I unbuttoned the raincoat again, and took out the pink rose from the jacket pocket with my right hand.

"Thank you." I handed her the flowers, "I wish you a long life." "It's a weird congratulations." She took the pink rose, "but it blooms so beautifully." "Yeah," I said, "the waitress forgot another truth. The man who knows the value of gold best is the owner of the silver house, and the man who knows the value of the house best is the real estate tycoon. The man who knows the most about the beauty of flowers is, of course, beauty." A girl who looks like a flower." She was stunned for a moment, with a shy expression on her face, and after a while she said, "You are too much." "Then..." I struggled for a few seconds, and finally turned around and took a step, "Good night." "Huh?" She suddenly whispered. "What's the matter?" I stopped and turned to face her. "My inexplicable premonition has come again." "Really?" I was taken aback. Holding the flower in her right hand, she lowered her head and touched the center of her eyebrows with the petals three times, then raised her head and extended her right hand, the petals just touched the tip of my nose. "We'll meet again," she said. That faint scent of roses is also eternal to me.