Preface

The rain in the southern city lingered for nearly a week.

Gazing at a misty rain and fog, the dark clouds cover the white of the fish belly on the horizon, the whole distant mountain seems to be shrouded by a layer of white veil, and you can vaguely see a black and pressed green, "the river is a green Luo belt, and the mountain is like a jasper fence", which has been covered without a trace.

The rain is like a transparent condensation, first a dot, then a line, and finally a piece, dripping, beating all the scenery in front of you. In the rain, the southern city became ethereal, and the locust trees standing in the middle of the road were forced to bow their heads, and through the gaps in the trees, the afterglow of the street lamps loomed.

The streets are still full of traffic, with a few pedestrians, holding canvas umbrellas, strolling in the rain, splashing their shoes wet, and the joy on their faces fades with the surging summer rain.

"Ding, the system has assigned you a new task, please deal with it in time and pay attention to traffic safety!"

"Roger!"

"Ding~Ding~Ding~"

"Roger, receive, receive!"

Ye Fan's brows were tight, his head was steaming, and there were a few shiny droplets of water on the tip of his nose. Five or six takeaway orders, accompanied by the continuous rain, almost overwhelmed him.

"It's going to run out of time, it's going to have to be faster!"

Shook his head helplessly, and if he came, he would be safe. The wheels whizz down the slippery asphalt, the numbers on the front panel display ranging from thirty to forty and finally eighty, shifting gears expertly under your feet, crossing the alleys and pressing the doorbell.

"Hello, your takeaway, I wish you a pleasant meal, goodbye!"

"Thank you!"

There was no time to say too much to greet, Ye Fan tried to squeeze a smile out of his dark and wrinkled face, so he hurriedly ran downstairs, stepped on the motorcycle, and galloped towards the next destination, leaving only a hurried figure, a little thin.

The afterglow left by the years made him somewhat wooden, and thousands of thoughts were like lingering dreams, stirring in his heart.

The arc-shaped pendant on the neck, swaying in the rain, seems to be carved with a white-robed and silver-helmet general, holding a bright silver spear in his hand, and a magnolia white dragon horse under his crotch.

After delivering the last order, Ye Fan breathed a long sigh of relief, sweat slowly flowed down the back of the clip, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Parking the car on the side of the road, squatting slightly on the stone steps on the side of the road, his eyes slightly closed, his nose was sore, and a few tears were squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Let's smoke a cigarette!"

It was a sallow, wrinkled hand, with a thin cigarette sticking to it, and handed it over.

The owner of the hand, he is familiar with it all too well, the destruction of the years, so that the originally slender fingers have become a little bloated, and the long-term exposure to ultraviolet rays makes the back of the hand look somewhat dark and wrinkled.

"Well, Brother Luo!"

The young man's voice was a little hoarse, accompanied by a slight cry, and he slowly raised his arm and took the cigarette.

The index finger and middle finger clamped the cigarette butt and gently placed it on the lips, perhaps because it was too cold, the hands and lips were trembling slightly, the breeze was blowing, the cold was not ding, and the whole person trembled.

Taking a deep breath of cigarette, his chest heaved slightly with his breathing, and it took a long time to slowly exhale a white smoke ring, floating in the rain, and gradually disappearing.

"Haven't you been relieved? ”

"I ......"

Ye Fan shook his head slightly, then lowered his head and was silent, the light rain slapped on the back of his head, diluting the thoughts in his head, choked up, his nose was sore, and a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, with a sobbing sound.

The current life is not the life he wants, wearing the stars and the moon, exchanging hard labor for value results, is a way of life that he has never imagined before.

And all this is real, and perhaps in the future, ten or twenty years, until old age, gray hair and eyebrows, and a person setting the sun, will not change this situation of misery and poverty.

"Forget about these things!"

There was a slight patting sound on the young man's shoulder, and then his right shoulder felt a little heavy, and Brother Luo put his palm on Ye Fan's shoulder.

He stopped sobbing, and the palm on his shoulder gave him enough support, this slight strength, but it filled him with a sense of security.

"Hmm!"

However, everything that had been, everything he had once had, was like this smoke ring from his mouth, gradually fading in the air, as if it had never existed at all.

High grades, good colleges, unlimited life?

Perhaps five years ago, he did it, and the famous university in Monteong, majoring in history, once had his name.

It backfired, and the news of his parents' death was like a sharp blade, deeply inserted into his chest, and the heart-rending pain accompanied Ye Fan for five years, like a lingering nightmare.

Disasters are like a butterfly effect, one after another, making the young man's originally weak body become a little weak, even vulnerable.

"Brother Luo, I could have ......"

Looking away from the splash of raindrops on the asphalt floor, he looked up at Brother Luo, tears still swirling in his eyes.

He just wants all the painful thoughts to be washed away in the rain, and Brother Luo has become his only confiding object and only relative.

The rain seems to be lighter, and the streets washed by the summer rain look particularly cheerful.

"It's going to get better, it will!"