Yang Yi, who came out of the shower, opened the suitcase, which was full of black, gray clothes and pants, and the only white shirt was a shirt.

Yang Yi gently picked up the white shirt, the comfortable texture was clear and touchable, the glorious scenes of the past were vivid, the scenes were as clear as reflected in yesterday, a slight sigh, in the silent basement to the touch and audible, very long and slow, slowly folded the white shirt in his hand and put it in the suitcase.

Yang Yi, who was dressed, took out a pack of cigarettes from the suitcase, the cigarette box was dark red, tightly wrapped by a layer of plastic, and it was clearly visible that the cigarette box was printed - smoking is harmful to health, six big characters, Yang Yi looked at the six big characters, smiled lightly, and then opened the cigarette box and smoked a cigarette.

With a snap, sparks burst out of the lighter, and after a long time, the smoke enveloped the entire basement, and the red glow of the cigarette butt was sometimes dim and sometimes bright.

The darkness slowly fell, the rain became louder and louder, and from time to time it was accompanied by thunder and lightning, like an arc of electricity shining unusually brightly in the darkness, cutting through the darkness of the void, and the rumbling sound resounded over the entire city.

Yang Yi didn't turn on the light, let the darkness wrap him, and the lightning that crossed the sky from time to time exposed Yang Yi's sad facial expression in the darkness in an instant, clearly visible, his eyes were dull, his face was full of deep pain, very pitiful, and the expression on his face had long lost his usual calm and watery expression, panic, sadness, and helplessness.

Some people say that silence is a delicate way of expression, and in the adult world, sometimes silence is a struggle for life, accompanied by suffering, but no one tells it, only to put yourself alone in the dark to wander, silently gritting your teeth and persevering, choosing to use silence to fight against real life, many people in the world are like this, and Yang is no exception.

Darkness can cover a person's inner fear, cigarettes can dissipate the loneliness brought by the night, a simple composition of darkness and light into a place to live, briefly curl up one's body here, and enjoy a moment of tranquility.

After a while, the cigarette in Yang Yi's hand burned out, and the ash slowly drifted in the air and fell on the cold ground, very light and soft, without a sound.

Yang Yi got up and turned on the light, a ball of light instantly expelled the darkness, a little more light, looking at the three bags of daily necessities that were still dripping with rain, Yang Yi first cleaned up the wooden bed, then spread cotton wool, and finally got the quilt cover, and after a short time, a simple bed was formed, extremely skilled, obviously not the first to make the bed alone.

After taking the changed clothes to the bathroom for simple cleaning and hanging, Yang Yi turned off the light again and lay quietly on the bed, listening to the wind and thunder.

The bed was a little hard, but Yang Yi seemed to have long been used to it and didn't think so.

On a rainy night, it seems to be more able to touch people's fragile emotional blank and deep inner pain, and they are more willing to face the sadness rather than blindly escaping, and also present their true selves, a little less hypocrisy, more real, but all this is hidden in the dark, no one can see it.

Rain is the most ordinary, some people say it is the tears of the sky, Yang Yi is a lonely shadow in the rain, walking in the desolate autumn drizzle, loneliness is the cold of the fingertips and the pain in the heart, in this cold night, loneliness always comes uninvited, through Yang Yi's skin, to the depths of the soul, looking up is still dark, but I don't know whether it is the rain falling from the roof, or the tears hazy Yang Yi's eyes.

Yang Yimeng sat up, wiped away the tears that flowed down his cheeks, and shook his head vigorously, as if to drive away the loneliness and sadness in his heart that surrounded him.

Yang Yi took out his mobile phone, which had been disconnected from the Internet, and played a cheerful song, and the singing voice from the mobile phone broke the confinement of the night in a short time, and his mind began to think about what kind of job he should find to maintain his debts.

Before Yang Yi came to Shanghai, he submitted a few resumes on the website, and he had been busy looking for a house before, so he didn't go to the interview, and now that the rent has been solved, the next thing is to work.

Maybe he was too tired the day before, and Yang Yi, who was thinking about it, fell asleep after a while, dreamed of the fragrance of the big osmanthus tree at the head of the village, and dreamed of his little girl at the same table, Wen Xiao, a girl who touched his childhood trauma lively.

"Yang Yi, come up and tell everyone why you were able to score 100 points this time. After handing out the students' mid-term exam results, the class teacher, Mr. Ou, stood on the podium and asked Yang Yi, the only child who can score 100 points in a year in primary school, to talk about his thoughts and share some learning experiences, so as to help more students learn efficiently.

Yang also heard the words of the head teacher, Mr. Ou, deaf and pulled his head, extremely reluctant, and walked up to the stage with a twisted body, compared to sharing his learning experience on stage, he was more accustomed to sitting in the audience and listening to others in front of him, and he was a quiet listener.

Originally, Yang Yi also enjoyed sharing his learning experience on stage, and enjoyed the envious eyes of his classmates to him, but all this changed after his parents said goodbye, and he became quieter and more introverted.

"I think it's not difficult to get a 100 point in the midterm exam. Yang Yi said truthfully, but it caused a burst of disdain among the classmates in the audience.

"Teacher Ou, Yang is also proud, and he will definitely not score another 100 points in the next test. ”

"Teacher Ou, Yang Yi is bragging again, if it was simple, why didn't I score 100 points. ”

"Teacher Ou, Yang Yi is just unwilling to share his learning experience with us, for fear that we will score 100 points in the final exam and surpass him. ”

A group of six or seven-year-old children in the audience were talking nonsense, without the slightest euphemism in the adult world, and whatever they thought of was what they wanted.

Teacher Ou clapped his hands to tell everyone to be quiet, and then motioned for Yang Yi to return to his seat first, and then encouraged everyone to study hard and strive for 100 points in the final exam.

As soon as Yang Yi returned to his seat, Wen Xiao, who was at the same table, was dissatisfied, and Weng said angrily: "The test is 100 points great, don't be complacent." ”

Xiao Yang also heard the words and said: "I do think it's simple, I didn't panic, it's because you are too stupid, and you can't score 100 points for such a simple question." "I look like I'm a genius, leisurely, and my mouth is about to go up to the sky.

It was only at the moment when he quarreled with Wen Xiao that Yang Yi showed the smile that he should have at his age, showing the liveliness and innocence that a six- or seven-year-old child should have.

Wen Xiao heard Yang Yi's words, and saw Xiao Yang Yi's smug appearance, his cheeks bulged out in anger, his silver teeth clenched viciously, and his big eyes looked directly at Xiao Yang Yi, and the anger revealed in his eyes was eager to swallow Xiao Yang Yi directly, and his little hands habitually pinched Xiao Yang Yi.

Xiao Yang also hurriedly turned sideways, looked at Wen Xiao's murderous eyes, and suddenly felt weak, "Hey, what do you want to do, Teacher Ou is here, don't mess around." ”

Wen Xiao heard Teacher Ou in Xiao Yang Yi's mouth, and the little hand that was originally pinching Yang Yi was immediately withdrawn, and he still glared at Xiao Yang Yi viciously, and said, "When class is over, I'll clean you up." ”

Xiao Yang also heard Wen Xiao's words, and immediately felt that he had nothing to do to provoke this girl, isn't that looking for his own guilt? ”

Ding, the bell rang for the end of class.

"Okay, let's go here for this class, let's take a good look at the questions you did wrong in this exam after class, let's get out of class. After speaking, Teacher Ou picked up the textbook and walked outside the classroom.

Yang also heard Teacher Ou's words: After class, the small figure rushed out of the classroom like a whirlwind, and slammed into Teacher Ou who had not yet left the classroom.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ou, I have diarrhea. Xiao Yang also made up a reason casually, and smashed it into the men's toilet.

Wen Xiao looked at Xiao Yang Yi who fled in the wilderness, his figure followed closely, the short hair on his head was blown up as he ran, and he still didn't let Xiao Yang Yi go, and went directly to the door of the men's toilet.

The immature girl's voice sounded at the door of the men's toilet: "Yang Yi, you come out for me." ”

"Why am I coming out, you pinch me again when I come out, I won't come out, I'm not stupid. Yang also replied.

"You come out, I promise not to pinch you. Wen Xiao didn't give up, and still persuaded Xiao Yang Yi.

"That's what you said last time, so I'm not fooled. Xiao Yang was also completely unmoved, because he knew that only the men's toilet was the safest in the entire school, and Wen Xiao didn't dare to come in no matter how powerful he was.

A little girl and a little boy form a unique picture in the men's toilet, one outside the toilet for a long time, and the other in the toilet and never get out.

Since Wen Xiao became Xiao Yang Yi's tablemate, the two slowly got acquainted, and Wen Xiao's appearance slowly faded Xiao Yang Yi's defense of this world, and slowly outlined the innocence that Xiao Yang Yi should have in his heart.

The world of children is simple, every word and deed is shown on the face, far from the pain hidden in the heart like the adult world, but Wen Xiao has also developed the problem of pinching Xiao Yang Yi at every turn, pinching when he is happy, pinching when he is unhappy, anyway, it is always Yang Yi who is injured.

There is always a person in her life who naturally appears, slowly gets used to her village, and is deeply seared in her heart.

The bell rang again, and Wen Xiao looked at Xiao Yang Yi, who couldn't come out, and could only return to the classroom helplessly.

Yang Yi showed his little head and looked around, until he saw Wen Xiao leaving, he slowly walked out of the men's toilet, and rushed into the classroom the moment the teacher entered the classroom.

sat in the seat in a regular manner, pretending to read the book seriously, to avoid Wen Xiao's eyes that were about to erupt fire, cautiously, submissively, without making a sound, he had long lost the calm and quiet expression of hiding in the men's toilet.

Yang Yi dreamed of this scene in his sleep, the saliva in the dream flowed down his cheeks to the pillow he had just bought, with a slight smile on his face, happiness flowed deeply in his heart, full of happiness.

Dreams are short-lived, and no matter how beautiful and sweet dreams are, they will eventually wake up and be in line with reality, because reality is the real life, and dreams are just memories of the past, not all.

The alarm clock of the mobile phone rang at an inopportune time, completely disappearing Wen Xiao's shadow and his former self into the dream, Yang Yi opened his sleeping eyes, stretched his waist, and got up quickly, because today he will officially start to enter the state of looking for a job.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and it never stopped, and the sound of trickling rain accompanied Yang Yi to have a good dream, even if it was short-lived.

A gloomy floating in the eyes, covering the dream that there had been, the drizzle came into view, maybe in exchange for the pain that had been, the sky frowned, a whimper is also heroic, hiding in the corner with a sad heart, holding back tears and listening to the sound of the rain crying, let the rain fall on his shoulders, let the tears flow, just don't want to put his heart on the tip of the knife, thinking that this can get rid of the sadness of the past.

Wipe away your tears, you still have to move forward, even if you walk very slowly, you must not retreat, this is suffering, this is the attitude towards life!

Life is endless, and progress is endless.