[Those who choose to be forsaken by the rain are cowardly people. 】

Flowing with sad memories and looking back on tears.

September 10, 2015, as the sun sets.

It was his birthday.

The handwriting backpack was lying on the bed, quietly, without fighting with the world.

The debris scattered all over the ground was also quiet, but it made the boy emotional.

The shredded ones were more than a dozen beautiful photographs, which were safely pasted to the closet door at the end of the boy's bed.

There are countless photos he has taken, but the only ones he can't give up are these dozens - that's painstaking efforts.

His hard work was so cheaply destroyed and reduced to fragmented garbage.

Baking heat seeped through the window, but no light seeped in, and the wardrobe door was blank.

Who ruined the photo? Why be so ruthless? The boy fell to his knees and grabbed the shredded scenery with his hands in a panic, in addition to the unparalleled sadism, he couldn't stop being humiliated.

"Where...... Where......" He gasped uncontrollably, searching for the one-of-a-kind photo like a jigsaw puzzle.

Of the 17 photos, 16 can be reproduced – it's just a matter of time.

The rest of the one, maybe he will never be able to shoot again in his life.

"Why can't I find ...... Why can't you find ......" The boy was lost in the sea of fragments, like a body that had lost his soul, and was stunned for tens of seconds.

Suddenly, one thing came to mind: Doesn't the camera have an archive? The boy bounced to his feet and began to search the messy desk for what should have been a dilapidated Likon gloss black SLR camera...... However, it is not visible on the tabletop, drawer, wardrobe or floor...... A few minutes later, the boy retrieves the black Likon, which is considered "trash", in the kitchen trash can.

The boy anxiously pulled out the black object, but could not open it, and the camera shattered, like someone had smashed it to the ground.

That's also true.

Who destroyed everything he held dear, especially the moment taken at the tram terminal? For Secondary 4 boys, photography is the only one.

What does it mean to treat him like this?

"Brother Xiang, are you back from school?" A female voice rushed in from outside the door, very lively, very disgusting lively.

The boy looked up and saw Guan Tianyong, who was wearing a school uniform, standing in front of the door, holding sharp scissors in his left hand and ...... in his right hand A white thing, the back of which should be a photo of the missing photo.

In just half a second, the boy had learned what was going on: smashing the camera and cutting up the photos were all done by his own sister, even though no one ever said they were like brother and sister.

One is at the top of the list and attends a top girls' school in the Bay Area; A garbage who doesn't want to make progress and only cares about wandering around, how can the two be brother and sister? Whenever relatives gather, I always hear that my sister has a bright future, and she can be admitted to the three major gods, but when it comes to "Tianxiang", she laughs at it, and says in her heart, "Look at him must be a material for nothing."

Every time she goes home, the hypocritical little sister has to pretend to encourage herself to study hard and stop indulging in photography.

Sinking, ha.

It was her, she was the one who ruined it all.

Why did she do this? A feeling of nausea welled up, followed by anger.

"Why don't you room review? Don't you have an exam tomorrow—" The girl punched hard in the face, and her slender body slipped unbalanced and fell to the ground.

She groaned bitterly, her back aching.

"What do I do to you!" The boy screamed uncontrollably, his reason already swallowed up by shame and anger, "What do you mean by cutting all my photos?" "He hates to read, and he just tries to find what he loves.

Why did everyone always force him to embark on that dull and vulgar narrow road? "What are you doing...... Tianyong stood up in pain, with an innocent look of astonishment on her face.

Disgusting, why do you still have to wear a veil of hypocrisy at this moment? "Give it back!" The boy tugged at the photo in Tianyong's hand, furious as if he had been robbed of everything.

"What are you doing, you're so excessive......" Tianyong didn't let go, his face was full of surprise and grievance.

"That's enough!" The red-dyed scissors fell to the floor, and there was a "pop" sound.

The girl who fell to the ground again was holding the half-torn cardboard, her left hand pressing her little nose.

The nose was cut by scissors, causing a three-centimeter blood stain.

Blood stained her chin and stained her plain white school skirt.

There are also tears, tears of incomprehension, tears of innocence, tears of heartbreak.

She must be in pain, right? It's all your fault.

The boy pulled away from his rage and took aim at the half of the "photo" in his hand.

He had expected to see the Paomati tram terminal in the afterglow, the rare smile of the girl under the canopy.

No, it's just a piece of cardboard.

"You shit, you might as well be dead!" The middle-aged man was holding a rattan in the living room, and he was thunderous.

Just returned home from the hospital, the father couldn't hold back anymore and slapped his son hard.

The boy fell to his knees, his cheeks swollen and red from rattan, but the skin wound was nothing compared to those words. The mother cried and scolded from the side: "Waste, you need stitches for Tianyong's nose, and there will be a scar to cover it in the future!" People still want to see the world, do you think he is like you, planning to take pictures and be a garbage youth for the rest of his life, not afraid of disfigurement? ”

He knows.

In the eyes of his family, and even the world, he is a waste who does not want to make progress, and he wanders the streets every day to take pictures and entertain himself, but he refuses to be trapped in a prison-like study room to recite the meaningful Quality of Life, Demand and Supply.

Therefore, his parents have always despised him, and they have always felt that he is an immature mess who only understands how to be involved.

He knew, but he didn't.

"Idiot, how old are you to buy such an expensive camera, who do you think you are? Full-time photographer? Here in the Bay Area, it's still a fool's dream! I'm the one who broke the camera, I'm the one who tore up your photos, what do you want? "My father was carrying the smashed black Likon SLR and a photo of the girl — it was in his hands.

"Your homeroom teacher called me, saying that you skipped class all day and didn't hand in your homework.

If you don't go to class, you will repeat a grade or even drop out.

Look at yourself...... What to shoot? Secretly filming girls at the tram stop? You scum, do these things that have no future, right? ”

He knew, but he didn't, and he was choking.

How many times have you heard the same thing from your father? "It doesn't matter if you are willing to fall, now that your relatives and friends know, you will lose face for the Guan family! You still have to drag down Tianyong, just ......" The father was so angry that he angrily used rattan to leave irreparable blood marks on the bad child's face...... Enough is enough, really enough.

"Keep fighting!" After all, the boy couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the scissors on the table, and smashed it angrily at his father, "You'd better hurry up and kill me, leaving your precious daughter!" Send them to Oxford, country Y, to study as a lawyer and a doctor, and throw me in the garbage! I'm a burden anyway, and I'll only drag you down! ”

"Enough is enough! Enough is enough! Why do I have the right to choose my fate, why do I have to study, I have to compete with others for the university entrance examination, and I have to work in an office building for a lifetime? His eyes instantly wet.

"Kill me! I told you to kill me! "The eyes are blurred, maybe the grievances will never be clear, maybe the society will not let it become clear.

Hide it, endure it silently, and smile relatively well.

My father didn't pick up the scissors on the ground, he just froze.

The boy stepped forward, snatched the picture from his father's hand, swept the tutoring notes on the desk, glanced at the painting on the door that read "My Volunteer", and the stickman with the camera - the stickman had an innocent smile on his face.

Interestingly, in the upper right corner of the painting is a red "A+".

Why is everyone so hypocritical?

From the small to the big one, I want to recognize the pride of childhood as purely beautiful, and the boy runs wildly on the street, trying to escape, but never going anywhere.

Enough of this ridiculous place.

He stopped at the seashore, and the crampedness took him breathless.

The sunset faded as if it had never existed.

Most people think it never existed, didn't they.

The bigger a person, the more difficult it is to choose, afraid that he can't afford to lose money, even if he has wings, he can fly, and he doesn't know when he has cut off

The boy looked at the half of the "photo" in his left hand again, it was the card that Xiao Yong refused to give him, but the boy kept looking at the lost photo by mistake.

The hand trembled, though it was nowhere near as bumpy as the emotion.

Brother: Happy birthday, I love you.

It was an unfinished birthday card, and before Xiao Yong could cut out the heart-shaped border, she was violently treated by her brother.

What do you say about going back to the room to review, it turns out that you just don't want to be discovered by yourself before you cut it, right? The first tear falls uncontrollably, and there is no possibility of suppression.

In the end, she was the most innocent, and she was the one who was hurt......

The scar on her nose must not be erased, right? The psychological shadow she endured must not be erased, right? The boy burst into tears, fell by the railing, and fell into the bottomless abyss.

"Do you think he thinks he's like you, and plans to take pictures and do waste for the rest of his life?"

"I'm sorry...... Xiao Yong...... It's my brother who misunderstood you......" The boy couldn't wipe away his tears, but he was powerless to make up for the gap.

The damage inflicted on Xiao Yong is a permanent mark.

I'm sorry...... But what's the use of saying that? The boy sat for a long time before his tears stopped tiredly.

He looked up at the night sky polluted by the bustling, and the immensity of orange and red made him very suffocated.

Maturity cannibalizes the original intention, like writing a volunteer

It's not finished yet, but the world has made plans for Guan Tianxiang, this lonely city is too terrifying, and everything is very inappropriate...... Would love to escape...... Would love to escape...... That's enough.

Don't weep, but your tears can't fall.

You may be different, but don't be weak and submit to the mainstream.

Society compels you to be the kind of person because they need it to sustain the twisted world.

Guan Tianxiang sincerely hates each and every one of you.

The boy looked down at the only piece in his hand that had not been cut to pieces, the smile in the tram terminal, but he quickly raised his head and clenched his fists.

Don't bow your head, be stubborn.

You have to prove to the vulgar and ignorant who dare not live their own life that you will never lose completely.

Abandoned in the lonely rain.

However, those who choose to be abandoned by the rain are cowardly.

The boy wiped away the tears of weakness and guilt, and looked up at the ugly starless void.

Even if the world spurns Guan Tianxiang and pushes him to the Jedi, he will never deceive himself again, and he will never return to the suffocating crowd.

Abandoned in the lonely rain.

Those who choose to be forsaken by the rain are cowardly people.

"Whew...... Whoop...... "The vision is blurry.

Guan Tianxiang was gently helped up by someone, and just now he had been lying on the concrete floor sobbing, almost unconscious, unable to pay attention to the situation around him.

Very dizzy...... It's suffocating...... "It's okay...... You take your time...... Take a deep breath...... "A weak female voice came from the side, her voice mixed with worry and relief...... There is also a sense of familiarity.

Time slipped away as time slipped away as his gaze slowly returned, as did his fragile thoughts.

Xiaoying......

The tearing headache forced Guan Tianxiang to take out the pill in the back pocket and swallow one.

"Xiang? Soar? Are you Xiang? The female voice next to her rendered half a point of doubt, as if questioning Guan Tianxiang's identity.

Wait a minute...... He regained his sanity in an instant, and finally saw the appearance of the girl next to him...... With long black hair parted in the middle, a babyfat face with watery eyes, and fair and clean skin, she looks like a petite Japanese girl...... Pink shirt and gray cloth skirt...... It is the uniform of Lim Yat Shan Memorial Secondary School...... Ge Yunchu, hooligan chu.

For the first few seconds, Guan Tianxiang couldn't believe that he had really met her again, and he still grabbed her thin shoulder, feeling that a little more force would knock her unconscious.