It was raining, dripping, and thundering, like a catharsis of dissatisfaction with the cloudy sky for days, and like a response to the cloudy weather. Running or walking fast in the rain, Ye Jiajin didn't bring an umbrella, he didn't like to play umbrellas very much, he was as cold as a statue, he was so numb that the rain slid down his hair and cheeks, but he didn't run fast or walk very slowly.

At noon, only a thin white mist was left on the top of the mountain, and the rain did not weaken in the slightest, like a broken curtain, there was no gap, and the dense rain splashed on the ground and broke into hundreds of millions of water particles.

Accustomed to the cool breeze, the Ye family looked closely at the birds in the distance in the sky outside the window, the pomegranate trees in the courtyard of the residence, and the iron gate with a silver-white luster, he was not happy at all, everything was alienated.

"Why are you walking so fast at noon? Don't have an umbrella yet? Shui Miao looked at Ye Jiajin, whose hair had been wiped dry, "Here you go," Shui Miao said and handed the ginger cola in his hand to Ye Jiajin.

"Do you think I'm hypocritical?" Ye Jiajin took the hot drink in Shui Miao's hand that was bubbling with white water mist and said in a mocking tone, "In the sports meeting, the people who ran 1,500 barefoot on the dirt track barefoot, regardless of the gravel chips on the ground, still finished eighth among the forty people; Ye Jiajin couldn't deny Shui Miao's statement, "The real existence is not you now." "Throughout his junior high school years, he never used an umbrella, but now he is extremely cautious and sensitive like a rabbit with a moon.

The school is crowded, the dormitory for twelve people, the restaurant on the second floor, lunch, dinner, the crowded crowd, the crowded restaurant, and the food with a tired sense of taste, "It's not that I can't stay here, I can't imagine living in the same space without losing my human touch, stiff and indifferent, but the reality is like this, all my good hopes have collapsed without leaving a trace, one second I am still smiling like a flower, and the next moment only a piece of crumbs, fortunately, there are still you," Ye Jiajin wrote down his feelings and experiences in his notes, Since the last time he had an argument with Shui Miao about what he wrote, he had reverted to the habit of keeping a diary. He told Shui Miao that I would keep writing until I couldn't write anymore, and Ye Jiajin would not say these words to his parents.

What Ye Jiajin can firmly believe in is a beautiful vision of the future and his outline of love, and he will always carry these thoughts until the end. The rain was still dripping, he was still walking alone in the rain, while Shui Miao was holding an umbrella behind him, watching the Ye family take a step forward and he would follow.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and the Ye family was not unexpectedly sick. The fire in his mouth and the cold afflicted him, and the cough, runny nose and sore throat caused by the cold followed one after another, and his head would ache until the next day.

He told Shui Miao: "I have a cold, it shouldn't be serious, but the cough will make my chest uncomfortable." Shui Miao came up with a not-so-clever idea, "Soak in 60-degree hot water for an hour and you will get better with a cold." Ye Jiajin did not forget to laugh at himself during his illness, "This is a closed school, there is no place where I can soak in 60 degrees of hot water, and at the same time, 60 degrees will be very hot, it feels like cooking a living person." Shui Miao obviously forgot about the Ye family's stay.

"I remember that I gave you the name of the metaphor." Ye Jiajin didn't expect Shui Miao to suddenly mention this stubble, "Now it seems that I made a mistake, you are not quiet enough now." Ye Jiajin was noncommittal, Shui Miao looked at Ye Jiajin, who had been silent, and sighed and said, "Silently, you have to be good." ”

Ye Jiajin has always thought that when people are about to die, their memories are like the content fragments on the film in the old movie theater kept replaying in their minds, and he asked Shui Miao: "I am experiencing this wonderful feeling, am I dying?" "This kind of plot always appears in movies, when people are about to die, they recall all kinds of life and regret themselves. When a man is about to die, his words are good. Ye Jiajin inquired if he was dying, and kept repenting of the past and reminiscing about the past. Shui Miao had no choice but to comfort Ye Jiajin, who was normal in the last second, "I know you are afraid of death, you are still young, after all, youth is beautiful, life is beautiful, not to mention that the scourge has been left for thousands of years, you didn't die so early." This is tantamount to a slap in the face for Ye Jiajin, who questioned death, but despite the strange and far-fetched reasons, Ye Jiajin also felt better, "Life is only once, you haven't realized the true meaning of life, you haven't felt the beauty of life yet," Shui Miao didn't let Ye Jiajin think carefully about what he just said and continued.

Ye Jiajin didn't continue to struggle with the question of whether he would die, and he started his initial question again, "If a person dies in a coma, will he remember the past?" Shui Miao told him that unless he wanted to faint, in his consciousness, if he died or fainted in an instant, there was no time to remember the past, if a person was desperate for life and swallowed a lot of sleeping pills or tranquilizers, he lay on the ground, looking at the ceiling, his eyelids were heavy, the ceiling was getting blurred and blurred, in the process of his slow sleep, he might recall something that made him hopeful again, and then suddenly repented, struggled to get up, and fainted after dialing 120. Ye Jiajin said: "Your statement is not reliable. ”

"Suppose a person is walking on the road and suddenly someone knocks him unconscious, and then he is injected with a lot of sleeping pills." Shui Miao didn't know how to respond to him, and we were all the same for this kind of thing

Shui Miao told Ye Jiajin: "Your life will not just make up for a moment of freedom, there will be no love, there will be no other, and there will be only deep loneliness and tranquility." ”

Ye Jiajin obviously didn't know when Shui Miao became so pessimistic about him, maybe Ye Jiajin didn't know himself from the beginning.

Ye Jiajin and Shui Miao didn't want to do more exploration on the topic of death, "You borrowed the second compulsory political course?" "I borrowed it, I posted a post in the school's forum, and the school sister lent it to me," "It seems that you are the captain, and you are the one who has sailed by the side of the sunken boat," Shui Miao began to say the code that only a few of them understand, because Shui Miao always has a lot of friends, so they also call Shui Miao "Captain", "What do you want?" I bought her some snacks and said thank you, and never communicated again, do you think I'm like you? Our captain. "What bad ideas are you two doing here?" Don't know how to ring the bell? Qiao Song's sudden interjection made the Ye family close to them, and they found that it was already in class at this time.

Ye Jiajin doesn't know how long he can fight with Shui Miao like this, maybe life is to move forward in loneliness. When you are carrying something and are ready to go on the road, there will always be some reasons that hinder your progress, and when you choose another direction, there are always some accidents that force you to change the route you walk.

Ye Jiajin didn't notice that there was more than one classmate here who was Qi Yue, but for people he didn't know very well, he never knew how to communicate. When he sat in the last row and saw Yu Ling's back, he found that Yu Ling's tablemate was his elementary school and junior high school classmate - Wang Cheng, who spoke first between him and Wang Cheng, he couldn't recall the scene at that time, the only thing that was certain was that the appearance of a few familiar faces made him feel that he was not always alone.

Yu Ling was wearing glasses at that time, with dark pupils like ink under her bangs, a small black mole at the corner of her right eye, and her lips as red as cherry blossoms under her nose. Ye Jiajin had to pretend to pass by Wang Cheng's seat inadvertently, and Qiao Song sat behind Wang Cheng, which had a legitimate reason for Ye Jiajin. From time to time, he ran to Qiao Song's place after class, as if he was torn apart layer by layer because of the partition of the class seat, Ye Jiajin wanted to know Yu Ling, he knew that none of this could restrain him, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of her shadows.