The night struggled in the almost stagnant rain and fog, ticking and ticking, without even a hint of wind, forcing people to breathe. The stars and moon in the sky all disappeared into a wet haze, and as far as the eye could see, it was only a void.

I felt like I was sitting in the empty shell of a grand city, the soul of Rome so far away from my world, I lay in its arms, watching the river of history pass by me, but I couldn't grasp anything.

In the rain, I slowly stood up, not wanting to borrow any help, and just walked towards the hotel with a sense of direction. Sadness is sadness, hypocrisy is hypocrisy, and those who should go back still have to go back. The hotel is near Plaza de España, and it takes about an hour to get there. The distance is not close, but as a geology student, the last thing I am afraid of is a long journey.

In the bitter wind and rain, I walked alone, and my sorrow dripped into a river, and then rose into a damp tidal gas that I breathed and breathed, which made people cry. Gradually, the rain became heavier and drenched my clothes, but I had no intention of avoiding them, and allowed myself to be trapped in helplessness, in loss, in damage and ruin. Perhaps, what I need is such a hearty heavy rain, and I can feel the pain in the wetness.

On the way back to the hotel, you still have to pass the bar. As I approached there, I could not help wiping my hazy eyes, as if I wanted to find a trace of Moses here. But at the same time, I reminded myself that he wouldn't wait here forever, don't get too much hope, and wait until he gets back to the hotel and get ready to see him. I believe that by that time, an hour of rain has washed away all my strength, and I have no intention of arguing with him again, which is good for both of us.

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but lower my head, quicken my pace, and run wildly down the street.

The sound of rain, footsteps, wheezing, mixed together. And in the midst of all this confusion, suddenly, I heard a voice that I was expecting and resisting, and called tentatively, "Cece?"

The voice, hoarse and painful, was about to come out with concern.

Was it an illusion of anticipation, or was it real reality? I stood still, not moving on, not turning my head, not knowing what I was supposed to say to him.

"Cece!" Seeing me standing still, his tone changed abruptly, trembling with surprise, and then, he strode over, pulled over my body, his eyes flashed with excitement, regardless of the pouring rain, he reached out and took me in his arms, "Cece, it's really you! I thought I couldn't wait for you......"

The torrential rain drenched him, and the water dripped from the ends of his hair and fell to the ground, where it soon merged into the choppy rain. The buildings on this street have no eaves, or the eaves are very shallow, and he waited for me outside, inevitably getting wet in the rain.

Mossa's embrace was tight, with a shudder in his body, as if he had exhausted all his strength to rub me into his bones.

I was almost suffocated by this hug, but I didn't move. The hand hangs softly at the side, and does not return the same movement. In fact, I wanted to lean into his arms and tell him my pain, my sorrow, and my embarrassment in sobbing, but when I saw his equally wet clothes, I felt that I was not qualified to talk about grievances, but was overwhelmed by the guilt of turning over the river and the sea. It was my fault that he fled alone, leaving him struggling in the pouring rain and anxious.

The hug didn't last long, the rain was too heavy, and Moussa quickly let go of me and said eagerly: "Let's get drenched, let's go, let's go to the store to hide from the rain first, and then I'll ask you slowly." ”

It's late at night, and the surrounding façade is almost closed, except for the scarred bar that left me with its doors wide open. Mussal dragged me to the door, and just as I was able to avoid the rain, I stood still, reluctant to step into the bar again.

"What's wrong?" he asked eagerly, "what's wrong?" or is it hurt?"

My body trembled, the corners of my mouth trembled, and I whispered, "No." ”

"It's good that it's not hurt. Moussa breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "Why can't you get through on your phone? ”

"My phone was stolen. I said bluntly.

"Has anything else been stolen?" he asked.

"Wallet. I replied succinctly.

"I'm sorry......" said Mossa, with tears of sadness in his eyes and full of guilt, "I shouldn't have left you there." I've heard that the law and order in Rome is not very good, but I didn't expect that it would be just such a short time for me to enter the clothing store and cause you to have an accident. What's wrong today? Did it scare you?"

I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were full of sincerity, and I only thought that something had happened to me, but I never thought that I had left on my own. Perhaps, in his mind, I didn't have any reason to leave in discouragement. The only discomfort is that it is too cold, and this will also be solved by the coat he brought out of the clothing store.

Swallowing his throat, he suddenly didn't know what to say. I left willfully, more or less with some punishment for him, but as soon as his anxiety and worry welled up, my heart seemed to be soaked in tears, eroded by the strong salty smell, and throbbing fiercely.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Moussa hugged me again and lowered his head and kissed me on the forehead: "Cece, fortunately you are back, I thought I had lost you." ”

I hesitated, my heart ached, and I exhaled and said, "You didn't lose me, I left on my own." ”

His expression froze suddenly, his eyes widened, and he asked me in surprise, "Why?"

I lowered my head and didn't look at him. How am I going to explain it to him, how am I going to get him to understand me? If I say it, he may only think it's pretentious and unnecessary, and will he understand my sadness?

Seeing that I was silent, Mosa's breath became somber, and his hand turned over my face, his voice tinged with a little anger, and asked again, "Why?"

The damp breath clamped down on my jaw, and the pain and self-reproach made it difficult for me to speak, and I couldn't stop trying to escape. The two of us were blocking the door of the bar, and at that moment, someone in the bar was about to come out, and they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the stalemate between me and Mussa. Embarrassment, I turned around and ran, plunging into the rain again. Anyway, the whole body is already wet, so why not get wet again.

It's just that it's not only my body that gets wet, but also my fragile heart, so wet that it's almost annihilated in this merciless rainy night.

I ran forward with all my might, but I was weak, and in a few moments I was overtaken by Moses. The moment he grabbed me again, my body trembled, and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. Under his control, the body was forced to forcibly twist its direction.

"Why did you run? What went wrong?" Moussa's eyes were frightened, panicked, puzzled, angry, and all kinds of emotions were mixed together.

"Let go!" I shook off Mosa's hand with all my might, but his hand was like a pincer, firmly grasping my arm, and I couldn't break free, and couldn't help but cry out, "Why don't you understand!"

Musa's voice also raised a few pitches, and he said hoarsely: "Yes, I don't understand, but don't you always think about running away, can you tell me that you can't?!"

His emotions, mixed with the sound of the raging rain, made me tremble. Although my body was soaked by the rain, it did not extinguish my grievances, failed to annihilate my sorrow, but made me stimulate catharsis, so urgent and unbearable.

I have told you many times before that I can't accept polygamy, and you say that you understand that I want monogamy. But now? You already regard me as your second wife, and you are still smugly saying in front of others, 'She is my second wife'! Are you great to have two wives? Have you satisfied your vanity? Others have asked me if I am happy with your eldest wife, tell me, how can I be happy? I am afraid that other people's minds have already made up the picture of three people legally sleeping together, how powerful you are, how enviable you are?!"|.

The rain kept falling down the contours of Mossa, and even the long eyelashes were stained with rain and dew, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain and fog or tears, he squeezed my hand and shook his head vigorously: "I didn't think so! I just really feel proud of you, and I want to tell people that you are my wife." ”

"In that case, isn't it okay for you to say that I am your only wife? Is it so difficult to make up a lie? I would rather you deceive others and give me a little sweetness of happiness, why do you still say that I am the second?"

"In my opinion, it's all equal, just telling the truth on the facts. It's not demeaning at all, don't think too much about it, okay?"

"I think too much?" I looked at him with teary eyes, and asked in a strong tone, "why can't you understand me? What am I insisting on being with you in this way? In fact, I am not your wife, I am not your lover, I have no qualifications, but I still want to be by your side, can't you give me a little face in front of others for my sake?"

Musa opened his mouth to defend something, but after all, he pressed it down for the time being, restrained the waves in his chest, held his breath, and said, "I will pay attention to it later." ”

The angry justification flashed by, but I caught it anyway. The rain hit my face painfully, and I couldn't help but vent at him: "What do you want to say? Say whatever you want! Don't always use your tenderness to me, you just want to use this damn gentleness to soften me step by step, make me rely on you, love you deeply, and give up on you, and finally agree to be your second wife, right?

As soon as my words fell, Mossa's enduring anger finally burst out, and he roared in a low voice: "Yes! You are right! I still want to marry you, I want you to be my wife! Is there anything wrong with this? I love you, I want to have you, I touch you with tenderness, I never force you, am I wrong? Even if I only want to marry you alone, but does reality allow it? I just want to keep you by my side, and I want to keep you with all my heart, why should I be blamed like this?"

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