"What instructions?" Shi Ran asked, finally wiping the water off her hands.
"Let's go to Xu Cheng's house." Ling Qian said and started the car.
Shi Ran's cell phone rang. She looked at the text message and said, "Let's go, the address has been sent."
The wipers started to operate, and the rain did not stop at all. The water on the ground flowed like a small river. Shi Ran couldn't help but sigh at the quality of the car. Although it looked shabby, it did not stall on such a rainy day.
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Under the rain, a dilapidated bus was driving on the street.
It was the evening rush hour near six o'clock, and the bus was crowded with people, including adults carrying briefcases and children carrying a large bag of marbles in their trouser pockets.
The adults' eyes were full of numbness and exhaustion, and the children looked very confused, as if the marbles in their bags were everything in their lives. The only thing that worried them was that when the adults saw the test papers in their bags after returning home, they would Will you be scolded?
The world of children seems to consist only of playing and being scolded. Until they grow up, they have not yet thought about what they will do when they grow up.
The world of adults also seems to consist of numb work and scolding children when they go home. The marbles that made them happy in the past can no longer please them. As long as he wants, he can sell tens of hundreds of marbles, marbles, It is no longer something that you need to win over others in a frightening way before you can get it.
They are like rusty screws in this dilapidated city. As long as the city does not stop turning, they will be tightened tightly by the wrench and cannot escape.
Sitting in two seats at the back of the bus were a pair of young people dressed in fashionable clothes. They wore windbreakers, jeans, big shiny leather shoes, and new hairstyles that made people feel energetic at first glance. They looked like movie stars on TV. Full of life, so incompatible with this dilapidated city.
People's eyes couldn't help but look at them.
They seemed to be a couple, maybe they were college students who had passed the college entrance examination and had seen the world. Anyway, their barber shop here only shaved boys' heads and cut girls' hair short.
However, at this time, college students should be in school and will not come back until the Chinese New Year. Why are they coming back now?
The girl seemed to be in a bad mood. She was sitting by the window, her reddish eyes looking painfully at the gray and black dilapidated houses receding in the rain.
The boy held the girl's left hand tightly with his two big palms, his eyes filled with guilt, as if he was begging the girl for forgiveness.
This way, it's very much like the plot in a movie, but without a camera.
"Xiao Zi, I'm sorry, believe me, it's really nothing. She took the initiative to hug me. I just wanted to push her away, and you just saw it..."
"..."
The boy had said this sentence countless times, but all he got in return was the girl's silence.
Why not believe him?
The girl didn't look at the boy, letting him hold her hand firmly, looking at the rain outside the window, her thoughts drifting to the long past.
Five years ago, on such a rainy day, in such a season, at such a time, she stole something that did not belong to her.
The scene seems to be still in front of me, guilt and struggle, blood and filth, lies and love.
She told a lie, so she didn't believe him and thought that everything others told her was also a lie.
The man beside her, Wang Wenyan, was stolen by her with lies.
If she knew everything, he would run to that girl without hesitation and abandon her without hesitation.
She had always known that although he had stolen her here with lies and locked him close to her, his heart had never been with her.
His heart was still addicted to that beautiful first love, the first love with that girl.
He drowned his heart in the painful past and refused to fish it out to send her...
But this time, the reason why she was so angry was because the woman he was holding was very similar to the girl from before.
So she felt that Wang Wenyan must be lying. He must have fallen in love with the woman holding him, so he let her hold him.
[We have arrived at the flower shop station, please get off the bus through the back door! 】
Wang Wenyan looked outside. It was Flower Street. There were many flower shops on this street, and there was still time.
After the bus stopped, he pulled the girl and squeezed through the crowd to get off the bus. He opened his umbrella in the pouring rain and held her tightly in his arms.
"Trust me, okay? I said I will be responsible for you, and I will never leave you in my life, unless you don't want me anymore."
"What you said, you obviously said this before, wuwu..."
In the heavy rain, the two hugged each other tightly. The girl rested her chin on the boy's shoulder and cried. The boy's face was also wet with rain, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
Lies and guilt are not the love they want after all, but he must take responsibility for what he has done. He will not be the same as that man.
After gathering his emotions, the boy took the girl and walked into a flower shop. The lavender hibiscus flowers planted in the green belt next to the door were very eye-catching, and the flowers and petals that had been knocked to the ground by the rain seemed to be telling a story. What an unknown story.
"Hello, welcome."
The proprietress sitting at the cashier was reading a magazine boredly. When she looked up, she saw a customer entering the store, and she hurriedly greeted him.
Judging from their clothes, they might be college students who come here to sketch.
A man and a woman, they should be lovers, their purpose of coming is self-evident.
She quickly pointed them to the roses over there. Some of them were already wrapped, and they could also specify the packaging.
"Sir, I recommend this Damascus rose originating from Bulgaria to your girlfriend. The pink color matches your girlfriend's temperament very well. You two can be each other's first love at first sight. The flower language of this Diana rose is a declaration of love. First love, touching, special care!"
The landlady noticed that after she finished speaking, the faces of the two young men turned ugly.
She immediately changed her tune and recommended a red rose, saying: "The flower language of this red rose is eternal love, passionate love, and a symbol of steadfast love."
The expressions of the two finally calmed down, and the landlady breathed a sigh of relief. Today's business must be completed.
The business of flower shops has entered the off-season since October. Although the purchase volume has been reduced, many flowers have dried up and cannot be sold. These two months are the most difficult of the year.
After the proprietress's many years of experience in selling, she successfully earned about 100 yuan from this order and happily sent the couple away.
She looked at the two people's backs gradually disappearing in the rain, and couldn't help but sigh, it's great to be young. She was this young more than 20 years ago.
Now, my children are in their senior year of high school. Unfortunately, they have not been admitted to the university of their choice and are still repeating their studies at home.
Just after seeing off the couple, the only guest today, a shabby police car that looked like it was bouncing along the shabby road, stopped at the door.
