(1) It's better to be young. Despite the lack of money, there is time and mood. Ma Guang and Bai Xian rarely come back, what's the matter, the National Day is also going to be celebrated.

Ma Guang and Chunchun proposed that the four of them go to the forest park for a picnic, but Chang Xia shook his head in denial, no money and no mood. But he couldn't withstand the persuasion of the other three, and later agreed.

Buy chicken wings, skewers, grilled ingredients, etc., big bags and small bags, four young figures walking under the trees in the mountains. Under a tree, the chicken and beef pieces were charred in a rented charcoal stove, but they were all happy to do so. The four of them were sweating profusely and working together, some skewering, some flipping, some smearing honey on them, and another eating.

After the picnic, it suddenly began to rain on the mountain, and first I saw large clear raindrops, falling on the leaves and making a rustling sound, and soon a dense rain column was formed around.

Everywhere I heard, there was the sound of rain. Looking around, the mountains were originally empty, but now there is no one in the sky.

"It's fun to get drenched in the rain at this time, come on!" Chunchun said, giggling and getting into the rain.

Chang Xia had never been so crazy, but looking at Chunchun, he also followed in, and the other two people rushed into the rainforest from under the pavilion one after another. The rain crackled and crackled.

Chang Xia felt a primal passion, the fierce whipping of the rain falling to the ground, falling on the leaves, and falling into the mountains.

The four of them ran along the mountain road, their clothes wrapped tightly around their bodies like rice dumplings, and the rain spread on them like water snakes.

The thunder roared overhead, and the firewood on both sides of the road was weighed down by the rain injection, and the people of the forest farm stood under the eaves and watched them, and they remained in the rain like a flock of ducks with wet feathers. The rain barely kept them open. The mouth is rain, the ears are raindrops, and the eyelids are rain. The skin on the body breathes rainwater.

Chang Xia and Bai Xian spread their arms and recited the poems they could remember. "You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning; You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

"The knife is cut off, the water is more flowing, and Xiao Xie in the middle clears his hair again. All the strong men fly. ”

The depression and despair of these days of survival are all fanned, like flying insects that have been wet with their wings by a drifting rain pillar, and they fall down heavily, washed away by the dust and mud vortex on the road.

Chang Xia shouted at the lush mountains with his hands in his mouth, "Fucheng, I want to conquer you!" I'm going to be your master. "I'm going to conquer you—" The rain drowned out her voice, and she seemed to burst her lungs. Tears and rain mixed together.

"I'm going to be your master." She screamed in the rainstorm.

Chang Xia and Ma Guang also arrived, and the two pairs of lovers hugged their waists, put their shoulders on their shoulders, and rested their heads on their heads, smiling at each other stupidly like four chickens in soup.

Ran down the hill, and the rain actually stopped. Looking back, I saw the vast mountains. The four of them climbed out of the river like water ghosts and got on the bus. The car drove to the city, looking at the window Outdoors, the road surface on the street is actually dry, the buildings on the street are also dry, the people in the bus are also wearing dry clothes, only the four of them are wrapped in wet clothes, their hair is close to the scalp, it seems that their faces seem to be bigger than usual, eye-catching, the rain washes their youthful faces more clearly, they look at each other, from the river ghost in "Liao Zhai", the four of them laughed uncontrollably.

Who ever ran in the rain like this, only in youth. The past of the wind and snow moon drenched in the rain and the wind, I cried and laughed.

(b)

After taking a shower in the evening, Qingqing shouted and played cards. Chang Xia does not like to play cards, the card art also stinks, get a full hand of cards eyes can not be busy, out of the later, can not remember just their own cards. As the saying goes, a dragon is a dragon, and a phoenix is a phoenix. Ma Guang's card skills are also stronger than Bai Xian,

Chunchun's card art does not need to be praised again. Strangely, every time the foursome played against each other, the final winners were always Chang Xia and Bai Xian.

Usually, Ma Guang made a mistake, Chunchun glared at Ma Guang with his eyes, Ma Guang made a look of chagrin, stood up, and roared and turned around three times, which was regarded as self-punishment; Chang Xia is a master of making mistakes, and Bai Xian gently laughed at it.

Bai Xian made a mistake, Chang Xia stretched out his hand to grab a circle in Bai Xian's hair, looked at each other and smiled, just playing cards, why bother with chagrin.

But the anger of that night was wrong. At the beginning, Chunchun was very anxious and kept reprimanding Ma Guang, "How stupid are you, you made the wrong card again!" ”

"What's going on, don't you have a brain? Obviously we can win. Chunchun had a coquettish voice, but scolded fiercely. started the same pulse, Ma Guang was also very honest, as respectful as before, and looked like he was willing to be trained: "Yes, wife, it was me who was wrong!" But the pulse image is getting more and more wrong, Chunchun is more and more aggressive, almost roaring:

"You're stupid, how can you meet someone like you, you can't even play a card." The following lines are clearly not going to make money!

Chang Xia and Bai Xian looked at each other, a little uneasy in their hearts, and smelled the smell of the mountain rain coming tonight.

A day ago, Chunchun played cards with netizens at home, and Ma Guang has not commented on the story of that night, tonight, is there always an outbreak?

Playing to ten o'clock, Chang Xia hung cards, ready to deduct the bottom of Ma Guang, Chunchun was angry: "What's the matter, how do you play cards?" Yes! Chunchun glared as if he wanted to eat Ma Guang: "How can you play cards like this?" "The smell of gunpowder in the air is already so thick that it is on the verge of exploding. Ma Guang's pulse was in turmoil, he lost his last patience, threw the cards on the table, and shouted: "What's the matter with you little girl, you can't hold your breath at all, who is wrong?" ”

Ma Guang did not make a mistake, his cards were bigger than Chang Xia, Chang Xia couldn't buckle his bottom at all, but Ma Guang didn't have time to dry the cards, and Chunchun had already lost his position and hurt people indiscriminately.

Chang Xia had never seen Ma Guang so angry, and the angry Ma Guang seemed to have changed as a person. Usually, his face is big and white, and he looks kind, but now, his eyes are like a cow, and his face is as white as a ghost of Hades rising from the stage lights.

Honest people don't often get angry, and once they are really angry, it suddenly makes people feel frightened. Chang Xia and Bai Xian looked at each other nervously, wondering if the innocent table would be overturned by them.

Leave in time. The anger of both of them was like a boil on the skin, swollen and high, but the pus did not break through, did not fester, and was red and swollen in the flesh. Yu Wan did not hear the two of them talking again. The quarrel caused by playing cards is only red and swollen on the surface, and the deeper core is buried in the emotion.

Chang Xia thought that if one person is "good" to another person, maybe he can start a love, but he can't keep a love. This kind of "good" that binds all the hopes of life to others will collapse sooner or later.

Different from Chang Xia, love for Chunchun is to give her a higher material life that does not need to be created by herself, rather than the spiritual encouragement and companionship of forging ahead.

Chunchun, who used to exchange her most delicate and glamorous youth from 19 to 25 years old for a comfortable life with a slightly richer man, picked the flowers and branches of youth, hummed the fragrance of youth, but wasted her time, did not learn much to make a living, was comfortable, and refused to work hard.

When she met Ma Guang on the Internet, she thought that she was in love again, and she gave up everything in Beijing to come to Fucheng, but in fact, it was a continuation of her consistent way of life. Ma Kuang failed to fully provide the material hotbed of the extravagant love between the two - the life of driving a car, playing cards and going to nightclubs, at most renting her half of the old house with peeled off the walls.

After a little effort failed, he blamed Ma Guang for his uselessness and blamed Fucheng for his difficulty finding a job. The rupture of this abscess is a matter of time.