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There are four seasons in this city, summer like a stove, autumn that passes by quickly, winter without heating, and spring that disappears as soon as it smells.

Mi Zhiqiu had just taken off his padded jacket, and after seeing the spring for two days, he put on short sleeves.

When he was a child, he thought that the four seasons were distributed in this way, and there was a little comfortable life in the gap between summer and winter. It was not until later that he realized that some cities have four distinct seasons, and some places even have four seasons like spring.When he was in high school, he leaned against the window, looking at the heat inside and outside the house, and always thought that he would live in a place with a good age in the future, but he didn't expect that he would stay in this city after university.

The leader has been here for the second year, and he has already experienced the cycle of the seasons. As soon as the shadows appeared in summer, he began to wail, "It feels like I have just survived the winter that is colder than in the north, and a new test is coming."

But thirty degrees was just a threat at the end of spring. A heavy rain was buried in the soil with the heat.

Mi Zhiqiu likes rainy days, but that's only when he doesn't have to go out. It's best to bury himself in the quilt and take a look at the gray sky, and then nestle back for an endless sleep.It’s not that he hates being in the rain, or that he doesn’t like umbrellas very much, but the rain seeps into his shoes, and the feeling of water accumulating in his socks every time he takes a step is too sticky. He would rather face the rain with his slippers and let his toes come out. See the world.

The afternoon class turned into a Q&A because of the midterm exam, so Mi Zhiqiu sneaked away from the back door with an umbrella, and ran to the post office every day.

The part-time students at the post office were familiar with him, and one or two of them would even say hello to him. A boy once asked Mi Zhiqiu whose letter he was looking for every day, "Girlfriend?"

Mi Zhiqiu's rummaging movements were smooth, and his voice was flat, "It's a friend."

The boy obviously didn't believe it, full of ridicule, "Handsome guys are good."

Mi Zhiqiu found the familiar handwriting, smiled and swiped the postcard in front of the boy's eyes, then received it behind him.

Facing this person who was as familiar as Dahei, he inexplicably had the urge to bully.

"Then, we're still friends for the time being."

The boy froze for a moment, and said the same thing this time with a little annoyance, "Handsome guys are good."

After speaking, he patted Mi Zhiqiu as if to encourage him.

The rain at the turn of spring and summer is very special. The air is slightly cool, but the rain seems to be a sign of summer. It pours down and falls on the ground with a loud howl.This voice is so straightforward, different from the vague beauty through the window.

Mi Zhiqiu likes to listen to white noise before going to bed, forest, sea water or rain, mixed with some random keyboard sounds, but the real world is not so beautiful, walking into the forest smells like mosquito repellent water, and the sound of rain is damp Noisy and noisy, the waves at night are too majestic and frightening.

He needed that window to block him, so that he could hear the peace of mind at night.

Mi Zhiqiu was distracted, and stepped into the puddle, feeling that the bottom of his trousers was all wet.

The way back to the dormitory from the post office detoured half of the school, and the dormitory doors scattered all over the school were full of umbrellas, umbrellas that were about to be opened, or wet umbrellas that were about to be wrapped up.

The person holding the umbrella is always a gentleman, taking an extra step to send the other person under the umbrella into the eaves, and then turn around and let himself go ashore.

Mi Zhiqiu has always believed that rain is a gift from heaven, and it is also the most insignificant disaster, which can be faced with an umbrella.God held a bucket to water the earth, and drenched the human beings by the way. Seeing the distance between them, they moved closer because of the umbrella.

The letter that obviously belonged to Xia Xinran was in his backpack, sandwiched in a thick professional book, but he remembered after a long time that he really hadn't seen him for a long time.

Mi Zhiqiu lowered his head and simply stepped into the stagnant water with each foot. The water splashed, and no one cared about the feeling of his pants.

As he walked, he turned the umbrella, and the sound of heavy or light rain was like an accompaniment, rhythmic for the clockwise dance of the umbrella surface, and also like laughter, making fun of his whim.The rain leaped crookedly, forming ripples everywhere.

After walking into the dormitory, Mi Zhiqiu finally realized that he was too naive, and sighed a little funny.

He shook the umbrella, hung the hook of the umbrella handle directly on his wrist, and pulled the postcard out of the book from his backpack with one hand.

He noticed it when he got it, this time the picture of the postcard was obviously gray and low-key, but when he passed it by the boy at the post office, he saw it was colorful.

After a closer look, I noticed that there is a bicycle in the center of the picture, with flowers falling all over it, from the scattered dots on the back seat of the car to the front, as if all the colors of spring are blooming, and the flowers are full of flowers. The car basket was lifted, and a sunflower was surrounded there.

Every postcard that Xia Xinran chose was exactly as he said, and he chose it carefully, as if there was a special story every time.

"The Netherlands is a kingdom of bicycles. There are more bicycles than people, so I chose this one."

This time he hardly talked about his experience, and he popularized a lot of science. He even regretted that he didn't go in May, because there is a bicycle day on May [-].

It wasn't until the end that he said about himself, "It's so suitable for cycling, but it happens to be sick."

The last sentence seemed to be written later, with flying and flying characters, "I hope you can receive it sooner."

Mi Zhiqiu read it again while climbing the stairs, and when he read the last sentence, the sound of the rain seemed to grow louder in his ears.He glanced sideways out of the window, thinking that maybe because he was closer to the sky, he heard the sound of falling.

In fact, many times he felt that seeing words was like seeing people, and he was naturally colder, and these seemed to be enough.

Only today, the sound of the rain was too melancholy, and he felt a little empty in vain, as if he covered his ears to watch the rain fall.

He walked into the dormitory, took out his phone and sent Xia Xin an emoji, guessing that he hadn't woken up yet, so he put down his phone without looking again, and was going to take a shower and change clothes.

Walking into the shower, he stretched out his hand in the air for a moment, and finally turned on the switch on the right.The water in the pipe absorbs the coolness of the spring rain, and the handle with the cool color logo can only give those low-temperature touches in the end.

Mi Zhiqiu raised his head and felt that the water seeped into his cells, and his body seemed to cool down along with it.

He seems to have a lot of things worth thinking about, but this moment is very simple.

The temperature unifies his skin and seems to rule his thoughts at this moment.

Mi Zhiqiu closed his eyes as if he was drenched in a heavy rain.

he thought a little funny.

be sick.

I miss him so much.