"To the mind, the book isn't a reliable safe, is it?" Homer sighed.

"I need a notebook, my records need a formality, I want to write everything down, and I don't want to leave out any important information while I haven't forgotten it.

Write down all the stories I have experienced in the past and the adventures I will have in the future, and write them down in this ethereal notebook.

After that, it was enough for me to tell the story to a few more people. If all goes well, then I'll never need paper again, and I'll never have to play with my own skin. ”

"You've seen and heard too many things that you can't forget." The girl shrugged.

"I don't have anything worth writing down, don't write me down on it, don't waste paper on me."

"Your life has just begun, you shouldn't think like that, you ......" Homer stopped talking, and she would never have him in her life again.

The girl did not squeak, and Homer feared that she would fall into complete seclusion.

He tried to find the right words, to remedy what he had just said, only to find that he was just getting darker and darker.

"Of all the stories you remember, which one is the best?" The girl asked suddenly.

"The most beautiful one!"

Homer hesitated, pondering.

It was embarrassing to share the most precious story in his heart with others, especially when he didn't know anything about this person two days ago.

He wouldn't even tell Elena about it, who had always thought that what hung on the walls of their burrow was just an ordinary cityscape.

If he confides in the girl in front of him, will she understand that she has grown up living underground?

"Summer rain." He decided to tell her.

"Is there anything particularly beautiful?" She frowned mischievously.

"Have you ever seen the rain? The kind of rain that falls from the sky. ”

"Nope." The girl shook her head incessantly.

"Dad didn't allow me to go to the ground. But I've climbed up there twice, and I feel terrible on it. I was surprised that there were no walls around.

Rain is the drop of water that falls from the sky. The girl finally added, just in case.

But Homer no longer listened to her.

It was as if he had returned to that day, it was like a kind of spiritism, his soul had left his body, and at the moment his soul had nothing to rely on, but it kept talking, talking......

"It's been a whole month, it's been dry and hot, and my wife is pregnant, and she can't even breathe, like a hot fire is roasting us.

There was only one electric fan in one of the wards in the maternity hospital, and my wife kept complaining about how hot she felt. I'm having trouble breathing for her.

It was simply unbearable: we tried for years without conceiving a baby, and the doctors liked to scare us with miscarriages.

In this way, even if it is safer to wait for labor in a maternity hospital, it is better for pregnant women to go home and lie down to recuperate.

Later, after the due date, my stomach did not move, and my uterus did not contract, but I could not ask the leader for leave every day.

I've also heard that if a child is not born after the due date, the baby may have died.

This news made me lose my self-confidence even more, and it was undoubtedly worse than the situation.

I was busy with work, so I stood guard in front of the window as soon as I got off work.

There were no phones in the tunnel, so I went to all the stations to make sure there were no missed calls.

Finally received a message from the doctor - "Call back quickly." ”

I found a quiet place and started dialing, I was afraid to hear that I was going to bury my wife and children with my own hands, and that I was a suspicious fool. ”

Homer stopped telling and listened attentively to the girl's reaction.

The girl didn't interrupt him, but saved all the questions for a while.

"People kept saying to me, 'Congratulations, your son has been born.'

It's a miracle that my wife also escaped from death......

I went back to the ground – it was raining, cool rain.

Empty. _o_m

The qi immediately becomes fresh and clear.

The city seemed to be wrapped in a curtain of dust, and the summer rain washed away all the dust.

The leaves were radiant, the clouds in the sky were finally lifting, and the houses were freshly washed.

That rain, which I still can't forget, is a memory that I will never forget.

I ran along Tverskaya Prospect to a flower shop, shedding tears of happiness.

I have an umbrella, but I don't open it, I want to be drenched in this rain, I want to feel this rain.

In the eyes of others, I was just a fool.

There is an umbrella that is not hit, but held in the hand.

But they didn't know how happy and excited I was at that time.

Now I can't put into words what it was like I was born again, as if it wasn't my son who was born, but I was born again. @*~~

For the first time, the world was presented to me in such a face, so clean and fresh, as if I had just been cut off the umbilical cord and had just been taken to take the first bath in my life.

Now everything is born again, all sins have been washed away by the rain, and all the mistakes made can be corrected.

It was as if I had two lives.

What I failed to accomplish, my son can continue to accomplish.

Life has just begun, and for all of us, life has just turned the first page......"

Homer stopped and looked at the Stalinist ten-story buildings in the pink mist of a summer evening, in the midst of the noise of Tverstrasse.

Breathe in the sweet exhaust fumes of the car, close your eyes, and use your cheeks to get close to the summer downpour.

It was a life, a witness to a new birth.

It is also a listener who accepts all his pain and unwillingness.

The summer rain is the most memorable thing for me.

When he came back to his senses, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes still seemed to be shining with the traces of that day's rain.

He quickly wiped away the tears with his sleeve.

"That is." The girl was even shyer than Homer.

"Maybe the rain is really beautiful. I don't have memories like that, can I keep your beautiful rain in my heart, if you agree? ”

"I'm going to be in your book, you know, I'm the main thread of the book. That's what you promised me. She said mischievously.

"It's too early." The doctor on the side said categorically.

Sasha couldn't explain to the cold man how important what she was asking for was to her.

Sasha took a breath and tried to say something, but didn't say anything, just waved her uninjured hand and turned away.

"Nothing, bear with me. Are your legs already healed? Then get up and walk slowly. ”

The doctor put all the tools into a worn-out polyethylene bag and shook Homer's hand.

"Come back in an hour or two. The leader instructed to observe closely. You know, we owe you. ”。