Holding a small flower umbrella from the piggy cart in his hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Look at this guy's taste? Zhuo Yang walked in the dark and slippery campus with a sigh in his heart. The rain fell on the branches of the trees on both sides of the road, and then gathered into large droplets of water and fell to the ground, some of which fell on the umbrella cloth in the dark night, and the sound of 'bang bang' and the 'rustle' of the rain blended together, like the rhythm of the drum beat in light music.

The winter rain was like fog and smoke, lightly falling on the floor tiles of the campus road, on the dead branches and leaves, drenching the ground and the day. The mist that came with the rain was like an indissolvable mosaic, obscuring everything in front of us.

The street lamps in the distance emitted a dim orange light, like the red eyes of drunks, and the light formed a cold halo in the rain. Occasionally, there was a little bit of listless light in the building next to the road, like the tiredness of a person dozing off.

Zhuo Yang is still very excited, the big victory in the first C League, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol and beautiful girls just now, makes him not want to go back to the lonely bed in the dormitory immediately, he likes to breathe in the cold, moist air like this.

It was already a little late, Zhuo Yang walked aimlessly in the rain on campus, and unconsciously came to the dance building. It was a place he was familiar with, and the dance building contained the third-year classroom of Ryshakova's classical science department. Except on game days, he would often wait for Ressa here after class and then go to the restaurant to eat hand in hand.

On the roof of the five-story dance building, there is a large terrace.

There should be no noise of rain on the terrace, right?

Walking slowly up the stairs, passing the second floor, Zhuo Yang saw that the door of a large classroom was open, which is usually used for vocal exercises such as chorus. The large classroom is very large, and there are seven or eight groups of chandeliers on the ceiling, and at this time, only the innermost group of small chandeliers are on, and most of the classroom looks dim.

Zhuo Yang walked over curiously, and gently pushed the hidden door open.

There was not a sound from the door.

The hallway was dark, the entrance was dark, and there was only a little light on the innermost part of the floor.

Zhuo Yang casually glanced around the classroom, as if there was no one.

What careless guy forgot to turn off the lights? He thought to himself.

Just as he was about to step into the classroom and turn off the lone lamp, Zhuo Yang saw the two people in the corner.

There is a circle of single sofas in the corner, and on the sofa sits a man, who is very strange.

The man's pants had dropped to his ankles, and he was naked and half-lying on the back of the sofa. And on the carpet in front of him, there was a woman on her knees, her head buried between the man's legs, and her beautiful short blond shoulder-length hair gently rising and falling with her head up and down.

The woman is Rysa Kova!

As if sensing something, Ryshakova stopped and looked at the classroom door suspiciously, but there was nothing, no one.

She stood up, walked to the door, and looked into the dimly lit hallway, where there seemed to be a vague figure descending the stairs, and there seemed to be nothing. Ryshakova hesitated for a moment and shook her head, maybe she was thinking too much, right?

Gently closing the door, a towering man was still waiting for her.

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The winter rain dripped unhurriedly into the soil, like tears of pity in the sky, mixed with a faint desolation, a faint melancholy, drifting towards the emerald green plantains. In the dark night, it seems that a boy is holding a flower umbrella and walking alone in the rain of tears, and the tears condensed at the tips of the plantain leaves fall into the sad drizzle.

Zhuo Yang didn't know how he got out of there, and his mind was in a mess. Although he was still just an untrained young boy, he knew what those two people were doing.

Zhuo Yang didn't know what kind of emotions he was in now, angry, sad, desperate, entangled, painful, disgusting, desolate, disappointed, ......, as if he had no emotions at all, and he seemed to have a little bit of them. Zhuo Yang is like a body walking in the rain, empty inside, without emotion, no consciousness, no internal organs.

The night was even darker, and the boy gradually walked away with a small flower umbrella, and he could no longer see his figure clearly in the rain and mist. Inside Zhuo Yang's empty body, a trace of sadness slowly arose, and then slowly diffused, and then occupied the entire body.

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, falls in love with the floor, and says sorrow for the new words.

Every immature teenager has experienced some ups and downs in life, but how can the emotions of teenagers be profound?

I thought that heart-rending rock and roll was pain, that chasing butterflies in the flowers was sadness, that I understood sadness by watching a crying movie, and that love letters would be extremely desolate after being torn to pieces by my peers.

However, at this moment, all the negative emotions come together, and there is only sadness. For the first time in his life, seventeen-year-old Zhuo Yang had a real emotional sadness.

It's not sorrow, it's not anger, it's not pain.

It's just very simple and deeply sad!

Zhuo Yang is a simple person, he will divide things simply.

When he arrived in Hanover, he heard about the legend of Ryshakova and gossiped about her anecdotes during small talk with Mark. But when he fell in love with Resa, he simply divided Reshakova into the legendary Reshakova and the Reisa in front of him, or knew his former Reshakova and the Reisa who fell in love with him.

In his subconscious, they were two different women, one existed in the scandal that had been circulated, and the other was real and alive in front of his eyes.

And in the scene just now, the two Ryshakova became one.

Zhuo Yang is a clear person, he loves all the good things in the world.

Does Zhuo Yang Erissa? The answer is undoubtedly yes. Beautiful, sexy, passionate, cute, fashionable, smart, and warm, this is the label that Zhuo Yang has put on Ressa in his heart, and it is also all his feelings for Ressa.

Does Ressa love Zhuo Yang? Zhuo Yang believed that she loved him. He could understand the tenderness and love in Ressa's eyes, and often held her in his arms, Ressa put her ear to Zhuo Yang's chest and muttered: Zhuo Yang, I love you, I love you......

First love will spontaneously form a sense of perfection and ritual in the depths of the teenager's heart, and even become a self-justifying fantasy dream.

The perfection created in the subconscious made Zhuo Yang ignore the age gap and psychological experience differences between him and her, as well as the gossip that circulated in the streets.

Zhuo Yang is a proud man, and he rejects all attempts at humiliation.

He didn't break through that filth, he didn't hit the ugly in anger on the spot, just like the heroes in the old version of "Water Margin" he watched when he was five years old, and everything was innocent.

The purity and pride in his bones made Zhuo Yang feel that it was a humiliation to continue to face that scene, whether it was peaceful or rough, it was an insult to himself.

Therefore, Zhuo Yang left quietly, or rather, he silently escaped.

Escaping is one of the oldest and best human behaviors. In order to evade and fight against the Neanderthals, Homo sapiens invented the stone spear; In order to escape the attacks of wild beasts, primitive humans built semi-burrowing houses; In order to escape the hunger caused by the reduction of food, the ancestors of mankind set out from the coast of Africa and traveled to the whole earth.

Each of us unconsciously escapes, from poverty, from ignorance, from responsibility, from darkness, from depression.

Zhuo Yang's departure is an escape, and if he does it in anger, it will also become an escape. Escape from the love you once had, escape from the kindness inherited from your father, and escape from your own heart.

How can I not run away? Only by bravely facing one's own heart and bravely acknowledging the truth of one's heart, all behaviors will change qualitatively, become a challenge, and become a desire. Just like our ancestors!

Courage is the noblest quality of human beings! -- Zhuo Tongtong

Zhuo Yang walked aimlessly in the rain, and the rain became heavier and heavier, wetting his trouser legs and back, and tiny droplets of water began to drip from his hair. The freezing rain of the cold night made him begin to regain consciousness, and Zhuo Yang was very cold.

The sad mood and cold body overwhelmed Zhuo Yang, he had no experience and experience to deal with such emotions. However, what about experience?

When negative emotions are pervasive, people need to vent. Some people choose alcohol, some people choose indulgence, some people choose violence, some people choose confiding.

Zhuo Yang chose the piano.