Da da da da da, the dark clouds outside the window have been brewing for so long and are finally willing to let go of the accumulated rainwater.
Scattered water droplets created a small splash on the ground, which was quickly absorbed by the dry road surface.
The rain gradually became heavier, and the color of the cement road gradually deepened. The water droplets seemed to form a line in mid-air. Sitting by the window, I couldn't even see clearly the faces of passers-by below.
It took less than thirty seconds for the rain to turn from a patter to a downpour, and it was so unexpected.
"All in all, I can definitely take care of myself in terms of life, so I don't have to worry."
Ai Liang looked away and turned on his phone to check the time. It was almost half past five.
The departure time for the ticket is six o'clock.
"Any questions? If not, it's almost time for me to go to the station."
Ai Liang put on his travel bag: "You don't have to come to see me off. You should go back early. After all, it is a heavy rain and you may catch a cold in summer."
"etc!"
When Ai Liang stood up, Yue Qihua asked: "...will you come back?"
Everyone was attracted by Ai Liang's confession and life experience. While they were fighting for Ai Liang's life experience, they subconsciously ignored the fact that Ai Liang was leaving.
The moment he put on his backpack, Yue Qihua suddenly realized, was this going to be a farewell?
"If nothing special happens, I will probably live there forever."
"Continue to live...?"
Yang Xingyue's expression was a little dull, and she subconsciously wanted to refute.
But recalling Ai Liang's confession just now, he couldn't say a word, so he could only hold on to the corner of Ai Liang's clothes with his fingers.
"It's hard to find a taxi in this weather, so make a reservation as soon as possible."
Ai Liang put his hand on the smooth back of Yang Xingyue's hand and gently opened her fingers one by one.
Ai Liang left.
Yang Xingyue looked at the stairs in a daze.
The atmosphere at the dinner table returned to a deadlock.
"Sister Hua, Ai Liang is leaving soon and doesn't plan to come back. What are you going to do?"
Fang Xiaoxiao asked Yue Qihua.
But Yue Qihua kept staring at the table, dumbfounded, not sure whether she heard it or not.
"Although we can contact you via mobile phone, it's still difficult to meet in person. What are you going to do? Continue like this?"
Yue Qihua still didn't answer.
"Xingyue, what do you think?" Fang Xiaoxiao asked Yang Xingyue, seeing that Yue Qihua remained silent.
"Without three years of high school, do you still plan to continue hanging on? Or do you want to give up on this relationship?"
Yang Xingyue, like Yue Qihua, looked at the stairs where Ai Liang left as if time had been frozen.
The two men behaved like stone men, which aroused Fang Xiaoxiao's dissatisfaction.
"Come back to your senses!"
Fang Xiao slapped the table with a stingy slap. The slap was quite forceful. She endured the pain and said, "Just do what you want to do and say what you want to say. This is your last chance! "
The two people's bodies suddenly trembled, and they both looked to the opposite side. What came into view was Ma Yu's taxi order.
"It's already past five o'clock now. Xiao Ai's ticket is at six o'clock. We have to hurry up to do something."
Ma Yu said as he put away his phone.
………………
Ai Liang walked alone on the pedestrian street holding an umbrella.
Although it was raining heavily, the number of pedestrians on the road was like a programmer's hair, sparse but not absent.
Tap tap tap, the feet wrapped in telekinesis stepped on the thin puddles and made a slight crunching sound. This was the traveler's song.
Pattering, raindrops falling from the sky and hitting the concrete pavement are the accompaniment of the drifters.
Ai Liang boarded the bus. It happened to be the time after get off work, so the bus was quite crowded.
The raindrops from the umbrella wetted the stranger's trousers, and the scent of laundry detergent remained on the clothes of someone beside him. Under the low-temperature air-conditioning, you could clearly feel the heat radiating from other people's bodies, and the air-conditioned air had a strange smell. Blowing on the top of the head, stroking the hair.
Outside the car, under the gloomy rain, the traffic was still flowing.
The friction between the tires and the water-logged ground caused waves of gray spray. Pedestrians held up colorful umbrellas and walked in the heavy rain, adding a touch of bright color to the gloomy streets.
They make this gray world look less dark.
Staggeringly, Ai Liang got off the bus at the station. He held an umbrella and took the ticket at the ticket gate.
Then Ai Liang opened the backpack and took out the hermit's short knife from the bag and put it on the waistband of his pants. This would make it easier for the backpack to pass the security check.
There were about twenty minutes left before boarding the bus. Ai Liang found a seat near the ticket gate, sat down, closed his eyes and took a nap, quietly waiting for the bus to arrive.
No one would choose to ride in this weather unless something urgent happened.
And no matter where we go at this point, it will be night by the time we get there.
Therefore, there were very few people in the waiting hall. Apart from Ai Liang, there was only an old man sleeping with his eyes closed holding a bag and a young woman carrying a satchel.
The old man's weak snoring and the soft music playing on the young woman's mobile phone echoed in the quiet waiting hall.
The raindrops hit the outdoor unit of the air conditioner quickly and urgently, accompanied by the faint music coming from the young woman's mobile phone and the refreshing wind blowing from the ticket gate from time to time.
It all makes for a good night's sleep.
Perhaps it was because he was about to be freed from his restraints, or perhaps because the environment in the waiting room was too comfortable, and Ai Liang rarely felt sleepy.
Tap tap, tap tap.
The sleepiness quickly disappeared.
Rapid footsteps came from the security checkpoint.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of Ai Liang.
Listening to the slight gasping in front of him, Ai Liang opened his eyes. It was Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue.
"Are you here to see me off? It's raining so heavily outside, it's better to go home."
Ai Liang looked at the two of them and sighed softly, then handed over two handkerchiefs with his left and right hands at the same time, but no one took them.
Yang Xingyue took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Not far away, Fang Xiaoxiao and Ma Yu did not come over, but just looked at them quietly.
The old man was far away and asleep, so he didn't hear the movement here. The young woman used her mobile phone to secretly look at Ai Liang and the others.
This scene is like the heroine in a romantic drama who goes through all kinds of hardships and finally catches up with the hero before boarding the plane with the help of her friends.
Except there are two heroines, which is a bit weird.
"Ai Liang."
It was Yang Xingyue who spoke first.
"Anything else?"
Ai Liang, who was about 1.8 meters tall, stood up and looked down at her face.
Perhaps it was because she took a taxi in the rain. Yang Xingyue's hair was a little wet, part of her hair was connected together, and her bangs stuck tightly to her face, but this did not affect her appearance. Instead, she felt like a beauty taking a bath.
"I'm not going to ask you if you can stay because even if I asked you wouldn't answer right?"
Yang Xingyue had a bitter smile on her face, and her voice was very weak, easily covered by the heavy rain.
"Yeah." Ai Liang's expression did not change, and he hummed as if in reply.
"Ai Liang, you know, you and Huahua have always been the number one and number two in our class. They have always left me, the number three, far away, as if there is a chasm between them."
Yang Xingyue began to talk about the time when everyone was first assigned to the same class.
"To be honest, I have been affected by Huahua since I was a child. I didn't plan to do well in the exam at first. I barely managed to get through to the Experimental Middle School with the above-mentioned grades and I was very satisfied to be able to go to the same school as Huahua."
Ai Liang did not interrupt her or chime in, maintaining the calmness of a listener.
"But I found that I couldn't even do this."
Yang Xingyue laughed at herself and talked about her own embarrassments.
