Greedy.

Before you even opened your eyes, you heard a strange sound.Rusty, very familiar, but you haven't heard it for a long time, and you can't think of what it is for a while.

It wasn't until you looked out the window that you realized it was rain.

It's raining.

You almost jumped out of bed.You ran to the window, stretched out your hand, and grabbed a handful of rain.

It's cool and soaks into your skin all at once.You withdrew your hand, regardless of the water on your hand, and wiped your face in embarrassment.A warm liquid hastily melted into the coldness, and then trickled down your arm.

One drop, two drops, and the water slipped almost imperceptibly on the dark wooden floor.

You let out a long sob, the sound was muffled in your hands, and it went around and around, and it came back to your ears.

After a long time, you put down your hand, the redness in your eyes still not fading.You slid down the wall little by little, sitting on the floor with your legs crossed, quietly watching the endless rain outside the window.

There was no wind, and the rain fell straight down, neither harsh nor gentle.

It has no joy or sorrow, and it is endless.

The rain stopped after two hours.A layer of water accumulated on the ground, and snails, big and small, ran out.The grass fell down, its roots grew out of the water, and its pointed ends were buried back into the water.

You come out of the house full of expectations, thinking that you can see the quiet world after the rain and the noisy people.

But no one.

You don't give up and run wildly.You go through countless paths, even the dripping bamboo forest.The trousers had already been splashed during the running process, and the sides of the shoes were covered with dots of mud.

You finally run to the gate and peek out through the fence.

nobody.

You bent down as if unable to bear the weight, and suddenly couldn't get up in one breath, you hunched over and coughed.

The cough was so painful that it pierced my heart.

You think, blame me.Blame me for running too fast and being too happy.

Patronizing the happy time to move, I didn't have time to find that it still maintained that fucking appearance.

You cough for a long time.Yet when you stop, you turn and walk away—without even giving yourself a smooth breath.You stepped on a small puddle, regretting that the rain stopped too soon.If you go down for a longer time, you don't have to go downstairs so quickly, you don't have to discover the truth so quickly, and you can be happier for a while.

As if to make up for the excessive speed just now, you walked very slowly this time, almost moving back step by step.Although slow, you don't look at anything, just walk back indifferently.

Today's sun is much hotter, even after the rain is still majestic.After running and walking, you even see a thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck.

It wasn't until you went downstairs and looked back that you suddenly realized that the road had already been done in sevens and eighties.

After the storm, everything was gone.

You start from the second floor of the building where you live, knocking from house to house.

Ever since you saw that the neighborhood was also empty, you've given up hope.But there are some things you still choose to do, which can be said to be a dying struggle, or it can be said to pierce the last hope.

When watching the heart sink a little bit, a cruel pleasure will surge up instead.

You end up knocking on all the houses in the building and, as expected, no one answers the door.

No one is there.There is no one else in this world.

You end up sitting for a long time on the stairs leading to the top terrace.It was stuffy and hot there, and the space wasn't very bright.Strange to say, it is obvious that if you go a little further up, you will find an open rooftop, with fresh air and a wide view, illuminated by the bright sunshine, creating a bright scene.

But just these few steps, the difference is so big.

You light a cigarette and stare at the red light flickering in the smoke, faintly, sometimes dark, sometimes bright enough to blind your eyes.

You only smoked one.When you finish smoking, you take the elevator down.

I didn't even go to the rooftop to see it.

You hesitated downstairs, still wanting to find the only one.Time has changed... so is he still there?

Obviously you have already made up your mind not to look for him anymore, but choosing not to see him is different from not being able to see him.

Always thinking that he would come back tomorrow, and having to tell myself over and over again that he would never show up again.In the end, whether it will come back or not has been blurred, and waiting has become a confused answer.

When you find the meadow empty, you see through the future for a split second.No detailed analysis, just a strong hunch.

Angry and sad, and finally melted into a pool of powerless stagnant water under the scorching sun.

It just evaporates slowly, without waves or waves.

Because you are in a hurry to confirm, you are driving here.On the way back, you left the car and walked back slowly by yourself.

You need a little time to calm down the ups and downs in a short period of time.The balance you managed to maintain before was destroyed, and it was completely cracked into pieces of sharp-edged glass slag. You can't wait to stab it with blood.

But you only caught yourself.

You got your wish to hear the painful sex.

The sun is very bright today, and it is also very hot.

You've just turned the corner when you're caught by a blinding flash of light.You squint and dodge to the right, and see a person standing in front of the vending machine.

It was Qiao Qing.

He held his right hand in front of his eyes, holding a coin between his thumb and forefinger.The coin shone brightly under the light, and it was obvious that the light just now was thanks to it.

You can't describe the feeling.He played with the sun, and the random light stabbed you.

If I had to say it, it would be the reunion after a long absence, when I saw a bunch of white flowers blooming brilliantly at my feet while my heart was beating like a drum.

You walked over quickly, and when you walked in front of him, you realized that your mind was blank.The overly strong love and hate ceased fighting when they met people, and they softened together, wrapped layer by layer on the outer edges of the horizontal edges, no longer sharp and prickly.

You looked at him standing calmly, and couldn't help complaining, "You just caught me."

There was a deep sense of grievance in his tone.

You regret it as soon as you say it, you are not used to showing weakness, and you have no intention of acting like a baby.But at certain times, certain feelings can break through that layer of cold protective cover, come uninvited and blurt out.

You pursed your lips in embarrassment, only to realize that your lips were already dry to the point of peeling.Before you could say anything to deal with this topic, Qiao Qing suddenly smiled.

He tossed the coin up, and the edge arced in the air.Qiao Qing's eyes are still looking at you, but his hand has accurately caught the coin.He buckled the coin and said with a smile: "Then give it a chance to make up for its mistakes and let it change a bottle of drink for you, okay?"

You subconsciously pursed your lips again.

Qiao Qing spread out his hands unhurriedly.

You stared at his palm silently.The lines on his palm staggered and extended towards his wrist, the edge of the palm was still a little bloody, but the area around the palm covered by the coin was sickly white.

No one spoke, but no one seemed embarrassed.

The line on your lips softened, and you whispered, "Is one piece enough?"

Qiao Qing raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, but smiled more heartily.He took out a few more coins from his trouser pocket, and he asked for anything: "Here, I'll give you all."

You took it all without any hesitation.You stroked them all before putting them in the vending machine.

Among the piles of cold metal, there was one with his body temperature.

You took a long sip of water.The sweat from the palm of the hand melted with the water attached to the bottle, making it wet, but not enough to form drops of water.

You still don't know whether Qiao Qing remembers you or not, and whether you remember the many days you spent together.This turn of events has disrupted everything, and you are both uneasy and looking forward to it.

You lowered your head and squeezed the plastic bottle hard.The bottle yelled strangely, but soon returned to its original state automatically.

"The rain is over." You took another sip of water, "Do you want to go to the river?"

"It's a bit sunny now, and the weather is not as suitable as yesterday."

yesterday.His yesterday was related to the river.

Is there you in there?

Your throat tightens and you want to drink water again.

Unexpectedly, Qiao's soft words changed: "However, if someone is accompanying, then it doesn't matter."

He glanced at you with a smile, and asked softly, "Are you right?"

You couldn't help pinching the bottle again, and the plastic bottle let out a long thud instead.

Qiao Qing smiled and walked forward: "Okay, I have received this answer."

You stood there in embarrassment, still unable to tell whether he remembered you or not.You thought for a few seconds, raised your head and drank the water thoroughly, and then strode after him.