The graduate is a college student before he graduates, which is obviously nonsense.

The graduate is the president of the poetry club in the university, and the poetry club is a place where the school's young people gather, people speak very well, it is a place with a clean atmosphere, and people talk about Gu Cheng and Haizi the most. The graduate is very talented, writes beautifully, is respected in the club, and is an excellent president and senior.

He thought that his college life was colorful, at least sublimating his soul and enriching himself. But such a time is short-lived, and it is time for the professional students to defend their graduation, and after hurriedly coping with the thesis and credits, the graduates graduate abruptly.

In the nineties of the last century, people talked about going to the sea and the Internet, and it was true that this was an era when pure liberal arts students were not popular, not to mention the president of the poetry club with poor professional results. At this time, graduates find that their talents seem to be extinguished when they leave the school, and the full and colorful campus life is as fragile as a lie, which is the most beautiful illusion, instigating your life to be more than what is in front of you, but also poetry and distance.

But, it's useless. The problem is unemployment, and although college students are still a good title, he has no choice for this kind of person who is obsessed with poetry and wastes his studies.

His family called him and told him that he had found a job as a junior high school Chinese teacher in his hometown, which might be good, because the graduates were useless other than that. But he didn't dare to go back, he didn't dare to face his upcoming students, if asked, "Teacher, why do you want to be a teacher?" His answer was by no means to teach and educate people, and he was not qualified to say so, so he simply responded honestly: "The teacher is a poet, and he is unwilling to go along with the world, so he came to this remote countryside to teach you?"

Irony.

On the day the graduates left the school, they dragged a huge suitcase with no clothes and supplies, which the graduates gave to their uncles or threw away. The only thing that is difficult to part with is the poetry collections he loves, you can skip the meal, but you can't stop reading the book. Whether it is to hold on to the façade or to prove to the children that he is really a learned poet, in short, it is far more useful than those material things that wrap the belly and keep warm.

Passing through the school gate, there is a short street outside the school, where students usually come to degenerate when they "waste" their studies, so this street is also called "Depraved Street". Dragging the surname suitcase and the tired and frustrated body, the graduates walked on the street, surrounded by some green faces, bursting with vitality, like the former self, if you want to find memories of the university, just look at these people, right? The absurd assumptions of graduates.

It was already dark, and when I got out of the "Fallen Street", I went to the outer street, which was really desolate, and I couldn't see the students, and when I walked out of here, I was really not far from my career as a teacher, and a short outer street was now extremely long.

Suddenly, raindrops began to fall in the sky, more and more urgently, more and more densely, and finally a rainy season came. The graduates dragged the cumbersome surname Li, how could there be any leisure to hold an umbrella, the heavy rain soaked the luggage box, and the smooth paper poetry collection inside was probably about to be saved, and the graduates quickly dragged up the alley and ran to a place where they could shelter from the rain.

The suitcase seemed to be graduating, and the old combination lock "clicked" and collapsed, with a long "bang", like a dead fish being cut open in its belly, the two sides of the box were turned over, and the books gushed out.

The graduate hurriedly closed the box, but it was in vain, the books were scattered on the ground, wrapped in mud and sand, the pages were sticking together, and the wet answer added a lot of weight, "This is the weight of knowledge!" The graduate smiled wryly.

Rain is a poet's favorite image, in other words, if you don't like rain, then what kind of poet are you? So the graduates are very fanatical about the rain. But today, a rain shattered his last illusions, depriving him of a decent chance to escape.

The graduates are disgusted with themselves, and they have written so many poems about rain, but now they hate the rain so much, is the love for rain also false? Is the love of poetry also false? Finally, he realized that, yes, it was false, and everything about the university was a scam.

Get up and go, not even the only proof that you have lived for four years.

Facing the heavy rain, I walked forward, and when I came to the end of the outer street, there was a bench, and next to the bench was a telephone booth where you could hide from the rain, but the graduate did not hide in it, because his four years of self-care and self-professing love for the rain made the rain shameful, and he was not qualified to escape the catharsis of the rain.

As long as you wait for another fifteen minutes, the bus will come, take it, go straight to the train station, get on the train, and your life will be a certainty.

In the haze, an oil-paper umbrella was on his head, wearing a plain long skirt, this was an almost illusory face, and the graduate was stunned, extremely familiar and unfamiliar.

"It's raining so well, are you lost too?"

In reality, a woman would not speak in such a tone, she stretched out a hand, and the water droplets slid over her raindrops, looking into the distance.

"This rain is cool, with the cold of Siberia, which makes people's skin thoroughly refreshing."

Muttering to himself, the graduate was a little confused at first, and then laughed impolitely, thinking to himself, what kind of contrived phrase is this, there is no charm at all, and the Siberian cold is the north wind blowing in winter, right?

It was still looking into the distance, and it was not affected at all, and the graduates were like air to her.

"The girl with the oil-paper umbrella, holding the umbrella from the bridge, pacing with her little feet."

The graduates laughed and squeezed out tears, and said what should they do? Myself, I'm still so lacking in vocabulary.

"The sudden drop in the sun is like a thousand needles falling to the ground. Suddenly displayed in the youthful time, it is a memory, how many people remember you, and it has never been far away......

"That's enough!" The smile on his face was completely uncontrollable, and a man in his twenties began to cry, touched by some poems that were all childish and incomparably not even prose sentences that he had written.

The graduate lowered his head, a little dazed, he didn't dare to look up, he didn't want to look up, and the past was as rapid and clear as a marquee. After a long time, a long time, he raised his head, and there was an empty space in front of him, an oil-paper umbrella was lying next to the bench, and the graduate looked up at the sky, and the raindrops fell gently on his face, blinking, "The rain has stopped."

Just in time, a bus stopped in front of the graduates, the doors opened, and the various people on the night train were crowded with unsightly expressions on their faces, which in the words of the graduates was "worldly."

He stood up and didn't move, and the people in the bus still had the same worldly faces, and even urged him to "don't rub shoulders, get on the bus quickly!" Neither. After about ten seconds, the driver became completely impatient and wanted to scold the graduate. Before he could speak, a big smile appeared on the graduate's face.

"I really like the rain!"

The driver didn't say anything, closed the door and drove away. The graduate ran on the watery road, the more he ran, the more crazy he became, the smiles on his face were all crowded together, looking either perverted or sick, but he didn't care at all, blindly ran back, time began to go back, everything around him grew backwards, he returned to the campus, and returned as a teenager.

Mo Ming used that sentence that is now very popular as a summary, this story originally had a follow-up, but Mo Ming omitted it on his own initiative, I don't know how many parts of the story are compiled, where it started to become fantastic and ethereal, Mo Ming doesn't know, in the process of telling, Mo Ming can't tell the reality.

Qiu Yanzi just listened quietly, his expression was a little subtly lost, and after a long time, he eased up a little and stared straight at Mo Ming. Mo Ming is already mentally prepared, and next she will ask the truth of the story or the true identity of the graduate? Or the end of the story.

"Under what circumstances would you have had such an experience? It's a story of despair and disappointment."

Qiu Yanzi propped his head and said lightly, although it is a questioning sentence, it is not a questioning tone, it should be a sigh.

This reaction surprised Mo Ming, according to common sense, it shouldn't be like this. But I didn't even ask, so let's not spoil this strange experience.

"I don't think you're very satisfied after listening to it?"

Mo Ming felt that Qiu Yanzi's reaction was too strange.

"Huh?"

Qiu Yanzi, Qiu Yanzi turned his head and looked at Mo Ming very puzzled.

"Why be satisfied? Do you think Mo Ming is the kind of person who just listens to stories?"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Stories are fascinating, but listening to them is not the most important thing."

"Did you enlighten yourself after listening to the story?"

"It's not enlightenment."

Qiu Yanzi shook his head, denied Mo Ming's statement, thought for a while, and drew circles on the table with his fingers.

"It's a bit too utilitarian to say it's inspiring, and listening to stories doesn't necessarily mean that you can learn anything."

Qiu Yanzi's statement made Mo Ming refreshed, not simply to satisfy the psychological curiosity, nor did he expect to teach himself anything through the story.

"What's that?"

Qiu Yanzi closed her eyes, tapped her temples with her fingers, and shook her head, as if she was organizing her words, and after a while, she was ready. Mo Ming just watched this process quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

"Storytellers all have stories, and Mo Ming is also a person who has a lot of fantasy experiences. But the existence of these fantasy experiences is also real and illusory, that is to say, the stories that happened and the stories I heard are actually different, but I can't distinguish this kind of thing, so I think that Mo Ming's life is more exciting than mine. In addition, Mo Ming learned this story from someone else's mouth, right? So some of the facts have changed, after Mo Ming told me again, the facts have changed again, the original appearance of things is no longer the same, but it is really imprinted in my memory, so ......."

Qiu Yanzi's long words can't be understood without listening carefully, but after figuring out what she meant, I felt a kind of bitterness and helplessness.

Mo Ming wanted to comfort her, so he used his clumsy and direct method.

"There is nothing too incredible about this experience, the key is the perspective, if there is a different perspective, no matter how small a thing, it can leave a deep memory."

These words made Qiu Xiaozi think for a long time, and then his expression gradually brightened.

"That's right, the poetry of the graduate made him experience the poetic scene, and Mo Ming also revealed poetry in his bones, so he can rehearse one thing in his mind, that is to say, poetic people can have the whole world!"

Mo Ming suddenly laughed, not ridicule, nor Qiu Yanzi's words that made people laugh.

"Yes."

"That's right."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The store manager with a serious expression stepped forward with the mocha coffee ordered by Qiu Hinako, and bent down on Qiu Hinako's table.

The moment Qiu Hinako saw the store manager, she suddenly realized something, and it wasn't until the store manager walked away that she covered her mouth in surprise.

"If this is the reason why the rain stops, the graduates are ......."

Mo Ming squinted his eyes and smiled, stretched out his fingers and flicked them to Qiu Yanzi's forehead.

"Be poetic."