When school starts again, a corner has been opened up on the back blackboard of the classroom, and time moves forward without increasing only decreasing. YiZhe, who was sitting in the last row, could see Zhao Weifan going to change the numbers there every morning during the interval of his self-study.
This summer, the class seems to be getting more and more dull. No matter when YiZhe walks into the classroom, what he sees is always a piece of darkness. Everyone is immersed in the endless sea of questions. , one more point will be added to a certain college entrance examination paper in the future.
The electric fan creaked, and the sultry wind blew in from the window. YiZhe stepped over the pile of book boxes, walked through the damp and sticky air, and walked back to his seat one step at a time.
But this kind of environment never made YiZhe feel irritable. He worked hard on every test paper and listened to every word of the teacher's advice. Except for the occasional Friday evening self-study, he still kept looking at his watch without any interspersed. Content daze. He was used to riding his bike back on Friday night and going around the yard for a full circle—it would be best if he could find Xu Tangcheng's car. a heart.
Throughout the summer, there was no rain in City C, and the summer wind swept endless heat, always nesting in the sky above the city, for a long time. Until this Saturday, starting from the second quarter of evening self-study, it suddenly rained a lot. It started with a terrifying thunderclap, and a commotion broke out in the normally quiet class. The heavy rain was too violent, the temperature dropped sharply, and the rain even made fog, rising from the ground, attracting many people to look around the window. YiZhe used this evening self-study to simulate a timed comprehensive exam for himself. He didn't pay much attention to the sudden downpour. He still waited after school and wanted to go to the carport to pick up the car, but he was suddenly trapped by the rain. live.
The rain was so loud that it even drowned out some of the voices who were calling to contact their parents.
"Hey."
Someone patted him from behind, YiZhe turned around and saw Zhao Weifan who was looking at him.
"Give you an umbrella."
Zhao Weifan handed him an umbrella, he opened the straps of the other umbrella, his hands trembled, and the umbrella pages were loosened.
"What's wrong with you?" Yi Che glanced out. The street in front of the school was not well drained, and the road was covered with deep water. The deepest part even lost their calves. Many students were carrying their shoes and rolled up their trousers. Wade across the river.
"My dad picked me up," Zhao Weifan looked up at Yi Zhe and hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Would you like to take you back together?"
As expected, YiZhe shook his head and said, "No."
The people around them walked away one after another. YiZhe and Zhao Weifan were about to leave when they suddenly heard someone call YiZhe. Zhao Weifan turned around and saw that it was a girl from the next class.
"I forgot to bring my umbrella," the girl looked at YiZhe with a very standard and moving smile, "My dad is waiting for me at the door, can you rub your umbrella over there?"
YiZhe was stunned for a while, then subconsciously began to frown.
Zhao Weifan was unfamiliar with this girl, but looking at the situation, he knew what was going on. It was rare to see YiZhe's play, so of course she didn't leave in a hurry, she took a step to the side idly, playing with her umbrella while waiting for YiZhe's reply.
Unexpectedly, YiZhe immediately stretched his arm forward: "Give it to you."
When the girl heard this, it was obvious that there was a hint of surprise on her face. Although she quickly covered up this unnatural expression, Zhao Weifan, who had been taking time to watch the show, caught her eye.
"The umbrella is not mine," YiZhe glanced in the direction where Zhao Weifan was standing, and added to the girl, "Remember to return it to me."
Zhao Weifan almost laughed.
After a few seconds of pause, the girl still took the umbrella, still maintaining a decent smile, and said "thank you" to YiZhe.
The slender figure disappeared into the rain curtain, and Zhao Weifan took two steps forward with his mouth hooked, and turned Yizhe with his arm: "You really don't understand the style."
YiZhe was too lazy to answer her teasing, and asked her, "Where is your dad waiting for you? The water at the school gate is so deep, I don't think the car can come."
"I don't know, but he didn't pick me up at the door before, he was waiting at the intersection next to him."
"You give him a call." Yi Zhe saw that there were so many people at the door, and he was afraid that Zhao Weifan would not be able to find anyone when he went out. But when he took out his phone, he found that the phone had gone black.
"Damn," he couldn't help but scolded, "I just charged it yesterday."
On this day, Xu Tangcheng happened to be at home. Seeing that it was raining hard, he contacted Xu Tangxi early. Xu Tangxi came out from the right side of the school gate, and was pulled by Xu Tangcheng, who had been waiting in that corner for a long time.
"Take your umbrella, the water in front is too deep, I'll carry you over there."
The school entrance was too noisy. When he said this, Xu Tangcheng almost roared in Xu Tangxi's ear.
"Need not."
"No," Xu Tangcheng pulled her under his umbrella and raised his hand to help her put it away. "The water can reach your knees, and it will be troublesome if you catch a cold."
Xu Tangxi couldn't, so he had to follow Xu Tangcheng's wishes, took the umbrella in Xu Tangcheng's hand, and lay on him. Xu Tangcheng sent Xu Tangxi to the car, made sure that it was not cold in the car, and that Xu Tangxi was not wet before handing her the car key: "You wait here, I'll wait for the change."
In fact, Xu Tangcheng contacted Yizhe after calling Xu Tangxi, but Yizhe's mobile phone was always turned off. He was afraid that before he arrived at the school gate, YiZhe had just left the time difference. In addition, his pants were almost completely wet, so he simply stopped trying to find the shallow water and held up his umbrella. Run forward in big strides.
Xu Tangcheng stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to look inside the school. Almost every student who came out was wearing an umbrella and a school uniform. At first glance, it was difficult to tell who was there. Looking at the continuous flow of people, he was not sure what the probability of him being able to successfully catch Yi Zhe in such a chaotic environment.
Fortunately, Yi Zhe is very tall, he thought, in this case, the goal should be more obvious.
After waiting for a while, the number of students who came out became less and less, and there was a greater distance between people, and there was no longer a swarm like before, but Xu Tangcheng still did not see YiZhe.
Look at the watch on your wrist, it's 10:20.
Maybe not out yet
The rain did not stop, and the wind picked up again.
Xu Tangcheng swayed left and right to look in again. Just wait a little longer.
There were too many parents waiting to pick up their children at the gate of the school. On the way to the carport, Yi Che glanced at the gate and saw the crowd of people who couldn't get through, and suddenly felt agitated.
This kind of unprepared rain is depressing and deserted, but it is very magical, and it can attract such a warm and lively excitement.
Because of the heavy rain, many people gave up cycling. Although it was time for school, the bike shed was still full. YiZhe moved three bikes before he pushed out his bike. He didn't hold an umbrella, he was soaked all over, and water kept dripping down his forehead along the broken hair. He got on the bike, wiped the rain off the back of his neck, and turned the front of the bike in one direction.
The school had a back door leading to the family area, and he didn't want to go through the crowded crowd at this time. The handlebars swayed from side to side twice, and the feet that were originally on the ground were retracted. The car quickly accelerated, and on the side of the road where there was no one, it went forward against the flow of people on the side.
The boy bowed and rode on the campus. The heavy rain poured down from the top of his head, covering his body, and the water splashed constantly under his feet. It is raining so hard that no one cares about cycling on campus. People on the road are busy going home, some are holding umbrellas, and some are facing the rainstorm like him. In their eyes, he is just a rush to go home. only people.
All the way, they were flying riders, and they arrived home with water all over their bodies. The steps they walked were all covered with black lacquer stains. The key he took out was also drenched in water, YiZhe threw it twice, and rubbed it on his wet sleeve again. Just as he was about to open the door, the door behind him opened first.
Seeing Yi Zhe's appearance, Zhou Hui was very surprised. After a brief period of surprise, she took a small step forward, but then stepped back in a hurry. While she was hesitating, YiZhe first asked "Auntie hello".
"Hey," Zhou Hui nodded again and again, "Why..."
Zhou Hui spat out two words, but stopped as if she didn't know whether to say it or not. YiZhe looked at her and waited quietly.
"Why did you come back by yourself, didn't Tang Cheng pick you up?"
For the word "you", YiZhe reacted for a while.
Zhou Hui had some doubts after seeing YiZhe, but now seeing the blank expression on his face, it further confirmed the conjecture that YiZhe didn't know about this matter.
But—whether there was no contact, or no contact, Zhou Hui was not sure. The difference in meaning between the two was so great that she became cautious in her words.
"Then I'll call him..."
Before she could finish her words, YiZhe had already held onto the handrail and rushed downstairs two steps at a time.
Zhou Hui was stunned, and hurriedly stepped out of the door, chasing after him and shouting twice. But YiZhe didn't seem to hear anything, the door of the corridor opened and closed with a sound, blocking out the sound of rain.
Zhou Hui's words were filled with uncertainty, but Yi Zhe had never made a judgment as quickly as he does now—he must have called himself a lot, and if he charged his phone now, he would definitely still be able to see him many messages. He'll tell him to wait for him at the school gate after school, he'll tell him he's coming to pick him up, and he'll tell him at the end...
I can't get in touch with you, if you see it, write me back.
Why did you just run to the wicket
YiZhe hurried back on his bicycle, and his mind was filled with such a series of questions. Why can't I go to a crowded place? Why don't you want to be seen by others? YiZhe gritted his teeth, what the fuck, what is the old jijiwaiwei hypocritical
The car was riding too slowly, and YiZhe felt that the road to the school suddenly increased for no reason, as if it would take a long time to get there. The frantic riding attracted the attention of passers-by, but he didn't notice it at all. In the end, he simply stood up and swayed the car from side to side in the sight blurred by the heavy rain, passing the flow of people in the opposite direction at a maximum speed.
He was finally approaching the gate of the school, his thighs were already sore, and the accumulated lactic acid began to scream, but it was still unable to withstand his almost mechanical movements.
What is the cause of lactic acid production in the human body? He just did it tonight.
Braking, stopping, YiZhe saw the person standing at the door at a glance.
It was raining heavily, and he held a black umbrella.
It was his sanctuary.
YiZhe rode across the road and stopped behind him, but Xu Tangcheng didn't notice anything. Seeing his elongated neck and tiptoe feet as he looked into the school, he called him softly.
The sound of rain interrupted the call, and the person in front of him did not hear it. But when YiZhe was about to take another step forward, he suddenly turned around again.
"You..." Xu Tangcheng was taken aback, and when he saw his bone-drenched appearance, he stretched out a hand and grabbed his arm, "Where are you from?"
An umbrella covered two people.
YiZhe's breathing hadn't completely recovered, he opened his mouth, his voice trembling: "My phone is out of battery."