Xia Chang

It was not yet dark when it should be, but the clouds were so thick and dark that they seemed to be falling.

Zhang Nian's white sneakers stepped into a shallow puddle on the side of the road, and there was a very hard box in his shoulder bag. When he was walking, he was even thinking about that thing; liquid was falling from around the umbrella.

This evening, the pouring rain seemed to soften people's hearts. It didn't stop. When the sky got darker, the water droplets shuttled in the bright lights of the city. Zhang Nian stood in front of the community bulletin board downstairs, waiting for Liu Xiaobai to answer the phone .

A clear boy's voice came from the other end, and Liu Xiaobai said, "Hello? What's the matter?"

"Happy birthday."

"what's the situation……"

"I'm downstairs at your house, come and get the gift, I'm in a hurry to leave." Zhang Nian prepared for a long time, his voice was distorted in the heavy rain, like a tortured tape, Liu Xiaobai got up from the sofa, Still holding up half an unfinished apple.

He said: "Brother, it's raining so hard, are you stupid? Well, I'll come right away, half a minute."

Liu Xiaobai went out wearing a vest and slippers. It was midsummer, and the rainy day was not cold. Those huge raindrops fell and splashed the vast world near the calf. Liu Xiaobai opened the transparent umbrella at home, and he could hardly see the distance , he looked for Zhang Nian by the light of the street lamp, and then stood in front of him.

Zhang Nian was still wearing the short sleeves of the school uniform, and he didn't even change his shoes. He buried his head in the bag to get things, then, with some wet hands, he held the box and handed it to Liu Xiaobai.

Blue wrapping paper and blue ribbon.

"What, will it be very expensive?" Liu Xiaobai took it, only to realize that it was much heavier than expected. He made a gesture to tear it down, but when he raised his eyes and saw Zhang Nian's hesitant and indifferent expression, he stopped his hand again.

There were no more blessings, Zhang Nian shook his head and said, "Fortunately, it's your birthday today, it's normal to give a gift."

"Thank you, thank you. I haven't had birthdays since I was a child, and our whole family doesn't celebrate birthdays. I'll take a look at this gift later, and then take a photo and send it to Moments."

Obviously, Liu Xiaobai really became happy. He was still smiling, but he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Nian lowered his head, then raised it again. He hesitated, and after a while, he said, "Then I'm going back."

The rain was heavy, and the calves and ankles were wet. The lights were reflected in the stagnant water, broken and trembling; Liu Xiaobai raised his chin and said with a smile, "Go to my house."

He paused, then added: "If you have nothing to do."

Zhang Nian will almost always remember that when Liu Xiaobai was waiting for the elevator, he held up the unopened fruit phone, his mouth opened into an O shape.

"This color is quite nice." Zhang Nian's evaluation was neither painful nor itchy. He carried a bag on one shoulder, and reached forward with the other hand, pressing the button on the floor where Liu Xiaobai's house was located.

Liu Xiaobai still had a dripping umbrella hanging on his wrist, and he wiped the water droplets on the box very carefully, turning his face away halfway and sneezing.

"Thank you, but I really can't ask for this." After entering the house, Liu Xiaobai suddenly turned around and handed over the things solemnly. I feel ashamed to have earned your money, why are you still doing this?"

Yang Lanfang was sitting on the sofa with a cup in her hand. She stood up and said, "Zhang Nian, how did you get here? It's raining so hard."

"I'll take a taxi." He took a deep breath, with the same expression on his face, and he was not obviously happy.

But still called "Grandma".

The conversation was interrupted, and the gift could not be returned smoothly. Liu Xiaobai stood in front of the dining table, and Zhang Nian stood opposite him. In the lit kitchen, it was Yang Lanfang who was cooking noodles for Zhang Nian.

He didn't eat, he answered himself.

The yellow light of the chandelier reflected on the two of them. They looked at each other, and then naturally missed their eyes and talked about some irrelevant topics.

"It's too expensive, you really take it back." Liu Xiaobai walked around to Zhang Nian again, and he tried his best to advise in a low voice.

"Not very expensive."

"I know you have money, but if you have money, you don't spend it on me."

Zhang Nian was still refreshing his phone, and without looking at Liu Xiaobai, he gritted his teeth and relaxed helplessly, so he just retorted softly while bowing his head, saying, "I'll give you flowers."

The rain subsided and the sky was completely dark. The two people standing under the lamp were not very close. Liu Xiaobai stopped talking for a moment, and he closed his mouth in surprise.

Liu Xiaobai had no choice but to accept the mobile phone given by Zhang Nian. His embarrassment was that the mobile phone was too expensive, but after thinking about it, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort. An ordinary gift.

Wang Zhanyan didn't remember his father's scolding.

He is too tough, tough but at the same time lively and cheerful, born with a very pretty face when he smiles; more than half of the female colleagues in the garden have a crush on him, and a few want to give him red strings.

Unsurprisingly, Wang Zhanyan had already forgotten the boy's name. Wang Zhanyan was regarded as the flower of Gaoling. He would not succumb to an ordinary marriage, let alone a short encounter. , he was walking in the rain, looking blankly at the interlaced beams of light ahead.

Passing by the desolate and dark unfinished building.

"If you're free tomorrow night, would you meet me where we met? I have something to say."

"sorry, I do not know you."

The amazing thing is that Wang Zhanyan is not tough when talking about anything, he can be gentle, but also gives people a sense of frustration thousands of miles away, he said to the phone with a smile.

The boy's voice is deeper, with the cleanliness of a teenager. The boy is more like a kindling, and every word he pours out has a special meaning, which makes people think about it in a special scene.

Still asking: "Do you really not remember me?"

Wang Zhanyan was about to hang up the phone, and he said a few quick and vague words to the phone: "I'm sorry, I don't remember."

The rainwater diffused on the top of the umbrella, and in Wang Zhanyan's imagination, it was a bit viscous. When it fell, it was very slow.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhanyan walked around this area slowly. Then, Wang Zhanyan realized that this was the place where they met for the first time. The scenery was different during the day and night, but it made people feel lonely and irritable.

The boy has blond hair, is very thin, but strong, his face is not too sharp, but delicate and immature, and he has few convincing truths.

He was wearing a white shirt that day.

A gust of cold wind brought water vapor into the umbrella. Wang Zhanyan refused to answer the second Internet call from the boy. There was no contact between them, but the boy suddenly sent a text message.

"Good night", two words.