Diary of my first love

On the third day

it's raining

The world is like a thirsty traveler greedily sucking the rainwater.

The heat of the past few days was swept away by the heavy rain, and the leaves that were curled up by the scorching sun stretched out again, accepting the baptism of the rain, and the green was completely new.

Under the continuous rain curtain, the world seemed very small and quiet, only the sound of frogs could be heard far away.

Hearing this sound, I seem to be able to think of a few jumping frogs on a boat made of lotus leaves, singing with their cheeks puffed out, and dancing with their hands and feet. Those jumping frogs are really cute.

The summer rain is really gratifying.

Zhang Yu likes the rain, whether it is a quirk or not, and especially likes to walk in the rain with an umbrella.

Hearing the sound of the rain, his head, which had been drowsy for days, woke up instantly. He washed casually, put on slippers, grabbed an umbrella and left.

Downstairs, Zhang Yu looked up at the sky. Although the sky was a bit dark, the clouds were white.In fact, the dark clouds are not very dark when it rains, they are only dark when they come, because they are shy and deliberately pretend to be scary to scare us.

The rain seems to appear out of nowhere in the sky, and they cannot see where they come from. When it falls, is it coming to the world to find a place to return?

Zhang Yu took a drop of rain from the eaves of the building, it was a little cold, Zhang Yu was startled like a child who hadn't seen the rain for a long time, and subconsciously took his hand back.

The rain was melted by the temperature of the palm, and turned into strands of coolness that melted into the limbs.Zhang Yu felt an inexplicable throbbing, which was the pulse of every rain.

Rain's life is the distance from the sky to the palm of my hand.Zhang Yu is obsessed with this fleeting beauty.

The umbrella was submerged in the rain, and the raindrops danced on the umbrella like beads, crackling, as if welcoming Zhang Yu.

It was raining heavily, and there were few pedestrians on the road. Except for the rain all over the sky, it seemed that I was the only one left in the whole world. Zhang Yu was happy in his heart, as if the world belonged to him all of a sudden.

A person embraces the whole world, which is the beauty of loneliness.

Walking in the rain, holding a small umbrella, with flowing water under your feet, and no one around, you simply put your shoes on your hands.

Barefoot is another kind of innocence.

Rain has probably never seen someone who likes it so much, and couldn't help kissing Zhang Yu again and again. The fine raindrops rubbed into his smooth hair and fell on his white and smooth chest like a knight. Usually kiss his fingers, and even humblely love his cock's feet.

Zhang Yu likes Yu, just like Yu likes him.

Before he knew it, Zhang Yu walked to the small West Lake of the school.

The sound of frogs is more clear here, and the willows are washing their soft hair with the rain in the distance.

Big raindrops fell into the water, splashing countless fine lines like fish scales, the water was rippling, and the green lake water had a special feeling.

The broken bridge stood alone in the rain, Zhang Yu walked over, the stall selling masks for the old lady had already been closed, presumably he was chatting with his wife at the moment.

The love that has been brewing for a long time has already kneaded you and me into each other's flesh and blood, and no one can do without the other.

For some reason, Zhang Yu really wanted to climb the broken bridge again right now.

Probably people always have unrealistic fantasies about things like love.

The steps were a bit slippery, Zhang Yu walked slowly with one hand on the steps.

The high-rise buildings in the distance can only be seen as a blurry silhouette in the rain curtain. The lake is very empty, and there are three or two frogs croaking from time to time, but it is even more quiet.

At this moment, the broken bridge seems to be the center of the world, and I am performing my one-man show in the center of the world.

Zhang Yu laughed, and the wind howled on the high bridge.

When approaching the top, Zhang Yu stopped.

The umbrella was tilted slightly, and Zhang Yu looked at the other side of the bridge, as if he could see that there

There is also a person holding an umbrella and climbing the broken bridge

Zhang Yu shook his head and smiled

walk to the top

There is nothing on the other side of the bridge.

In the center of the world, Zhang Yu stood at the highest point

yell and laugh like a child

Did something bad, didn't get caught, sniggered triumphantly

Turned around and left, inexplicably regretful

There is still no one on the other side of the bridge

He didn't see, behind the rain curtain, beyond the bridge

A black umbrella lightly exposed the head

Zhang Yu came to the place where the lotus grows

The lotus leaves are full of crystal water drops

That is the mellowness that the clam could not repair for thousands of years

shining brightly

it is sometimes greedily amusing

Embrace full of pearls

The lotus leaves are shaking

pouring from the tip of the leaf

countless treasures

The lotus turned its face to the big raindrops

A petal or two of hers floats on the water

she doesn't care

only the brightest pearl

hold it in your mouth

beautiful and proud

Zhang Yu was attracted by a lotus flower that was about to open beside the water. She bloomed tremblingly, and her petals were full of rain-dropped flowers.

Zhang Yu was so distressed that he hurriedly covered the lotus with an umbrella.

The rain wet his back, along his neck, along his spine, and explored the valley below.

He didn't care, just quietly waiting for the flowers to open.

The flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming.

Zhang Yu smiled happily, leaned the umbrella towards him, and left quietly without waiting for Huadao to say thank you.

Zhang Yu didn't know that there was a person behind him, who had witnessed everything he did to protect the flowers, and did not speak.

When Zhang Yu returned to the house he rented with Cui Fu, the rain just stopped.The dark clouds dispersed, and a colorful rainbow hung in the clear sky.

Probably when the rain fell, it kindly took away Zhang Yu's sorrow.When Zhang Yu came back, he became as happy as before, no, happier.

Cui Fu leaned against the door, and when she saw Zhang Yu, she threw him a towel that she had been waiting for for a long time. She didn't feel angry at him for getting wet in the rain, maybe she was worried, but it was only a simple sentence, "Is it better?" "

Zhang Yu raised a happy smile, as if he had got rid of all the troubles before, nodded, "No, it's all gone."

Zhang Yu winked at Cui Fu playfully, "You know, as long as I have a good sleep and a quiet time alone, I will be back to normal."

Although Cui Fu knew about Zhang Yu's method of adjustment, it would be better to see him admit it personally. Now that he really had no worries on his face, he felt relieved and returned to his usual cheerful appearance.

Pretending to kick Zhang Yu's calf with his foot, he laughed and cursed: "Hurry up and take a bath, I really want to get sick!"

Zhang Yu also groaned very cooperatively, and hurriedly rolled into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, hot water was placed, the water temperature was just right, and clean clothes were neatly prepared.

Zhang Yu felt a warm heart, and couldn't help thinking: No wonder brothers are like brothers and women are like clothes.There are people with these two legs everywhere. There may be only one or two true friends in your life. If you are so caring, where can you find them? .

Zhang Yu came out after being soaked in hot water until his skin wrinkled.

As soon as he came out, there was a lot of medicine in front of Zhang Yu, Cui Fu forcefully stuffed a glass of warm water and the medicine into Zhang Yu's hand, and said: "If you go out in the rain willfully, you have to think about the consequences. Take the medicine quickly, or if you really catch a cold, it won’t be this amount of medicine.”

God knows that Zhang Yu doesn't like taking medicine the most. With a bitter face, he said coquettishly to Cui Fu: "It's not that I don't want to take it, but can I take less of this medicine, for example, just take this isatid root. Well, Miss Fu , beautiful, gentle, kind, generous and lovely sister Fu."

Cui Fu listened to Zhang Yu's flattery with satisfaction, then quickly changed her face, ignoring someone's pitiful eyes, and said coldly, "No."

Forced by Cui Fu's "pretentious power", Zhang Yu had no choice but to pinch his nose and swallowed all the medicine. He drank two glasses of water in a row and had a sugar in his mouth to dilute the bitter taste in his mouth.

Cui Fu, who was sitting on the sofa, was like a big patriarch, watching Zhang Yu finish the medicine with satisfaction, showing a loving smile, which made Zhang Yu tremble all over.

After getting along for a while, Cui Fu knew that Zhang Yu was really well, so she reminded him: "Since you're already well, then go back to class. It's always bad to ask for leave just after school starts."

Zhang Yu nodded, "Got it, I'll go to class this afternoon."

Cui Fu seemed to think of something suddenly, "A man named Zhu Xiuming came to you yesterday - God knows how he found this - I said you were sick, and I will call you back when you are well. Do you remember that?" .”

"Is it brother Xiu Ming?" Zhang Yu's eyes flashed a gleam of warmth, "I will remember."

Cui Fu's eyes were full of gossip, and she leaned in front of Zhang Yu, "That brother Xiu Ming seems to care about you, and he is also very handsome, do you have any ideas for further development with him?"

"Hey, what are you pretending to be in your head?" Zhang Yu yelled, very angry, "That's my direct senior, I just care about what you think of my junior."

Cui Fu stepped aside, pursed her lips, and muttered to herself, "You see him as a senior, but I think he sees you as more than just a junior."

The author has something to say:

Maybe the style of writing is a little loose