[Full-time master] Treading the waves

Of course it wasn't the first time he came to this city, but it was the first time he knew that the rain would be so heavy here.It was the torrential rain he had only seen in the south of the typhoon. The dark sky seemed to have leaked a hole, and the rainwater poured down on the human world without any scruples, trying to swallow up all the boiling silence and noise.

One day long, long ago, it was also in this city that it rained like this.That day the rain was far less violent than it is now, even gentle; that day he left his team and slipped out alone, walking along the bustling and unfamiliar streets, thinking about the world of mortals and yellow springs in the universe; See Zhou Zekai at the back door.At that time, the latter was still a fledgling newcomer, looking at him with puzzled and wary eyes, he said a few words back and forth, showing a little temptation under the perfunctory way, and slowly relaxed because of his non-hostile approach, and also submitted the same kind gesture .

Later, it occasionally appeared in his dreams, and he saw more Zhou Zekai that he hadn't noticed before, which belonged to that evening, and he opened his eyes wide because of his almost intimate teasing——

There is full, only his shadow.

False or not, it has gained weight ever since.

"That pendant, I saw the one he brought with me in the car, I gave it to you before, remember? A lot of small gifts brought back from Reykjavik, given to friends, you I also picked one to take back. At first I just thought it looked familiar, maybe it was the same style, but then I remembered it and went through it again. These little things are handicrafts, and each one is different. I was particularly impressed—like a whale and like a cloud, it is the only one, and there will be no second one.”

"So, his pendant was given by you. No matter what reason you gave it to him, he has always kept it with him, and he likes it very much. A Zhuo told me that he often posted pictures of it on Weibo, and he would post photos of it on Weibo everywhere. There is this little thing in the mirror."

"Maybe you don't remember it long ago, but he never forgot."

The passing vehicles and pedestrians hurried towards their respective places of belonging.There was a walking area in front of him. He got out of the car, propped up the umbrella which was no longer useful, and searched for the past one by one according to the route he remembered.

He thought of the past, the summer night streets in Zurich, the stairwell at the end of November, and the elevator at the beginning of the year, and he understood everything after a while.

He was more flustered than anyone else in this monstrous flood, but he was also more determined than anyone else. His heart was in a mess, but the arrow he was pointing to was extremely clear.The fragile umbrella almost broke in the storm. He rolled up his cuffs and trousers, and walked through the winding river reflected by the lights, through the steel forest protected by the night, and through the heart of the city, in order to reach the other side.

The wind couldn't stop him, and neither could the rain.

Nothing.

They piled up the axis for him, and grew thinly and steadily in his body.

"Anyone will not like a gift just because of what it is. The meaning of the person who gave it is far greater than its own value."

"I don't know about you...but based on intuition and, how should I put it, you can be regarded as a rival in love, I think he treats you...differently?"

"All of this is just my speculation, and I can't make a conclusion. But you must be special to him."

"Do you want to know the answer? You want to know—you ask him."

The girl looked at him as an old friend, as an old lover, attentively and earnestly.

We've held each other up too long in the past, and there are thousands of doors, and only one key, and I think it's with him.

——I want you to get out of the maze.

Is that so?

It turned out that everything he had perceived in the past, Zhou Zekai's vague, ambiguous, and palpitating emotions towards him, they all really existed.

It turned out that someone had held a heart in his hands long ago, stood far away from him and looked at him, silently and firmly, day after day, year after year, never begging for a response, not even asking him to know.

He has long thought that if one day he has a desire to possess others, it must be love, and that is the person he is looking for, who will save him from the emotionally weak desert of the previous 20 years and give him an oasis.

So the attraction, hormones and heartbeat he felt from Zhou Zekai were not illusions.

He has been trapped in the quagmire for too long, seeing everything in a fog, covered in a net of confusion, unable to distinguish anything, and is on the verge of the abyss again and again, lacking the courage to take that step.And now it's fate.

Yu Wenzhou asked him, Shaotian, do you know nothing.

He is also asking himself now, Huang Shaotian, how can you not know anything?

Huang Shaotian, do you know that he actually——he actually likes you.

More importantly, you like him too.

you like him.

He is here now.

It's the rainy night at the beginning of summer in City S. He should have thrown away the strange-smelling grapefruit-flavored strawberries at the hotel, had a comfortable bath, slept soundly and prepared for tomorrow's duel, and manipulated Troubling Rain at Night with Yi Gun Yun fights, you die on the court, and pass each other off the court.Maybe there is a short look and smile, but it is limited to this, and there will be no extra problems.

But here he is.With the answer in hand, I am no longer timid.

Zhou Zekai was in front of him.A few steps away, she looked at him quietly and curiously, as if trying to find out why he came, but didn't say a word.On the way here, Huang Shaotian thought a lot about what to say, what to do, the panic and confusion he owed, but he couldn't even find the right expressions and movements when he was in front of him.Finally he reached out to him: "Follow me."

No purpose, no reason, no superfluous explanation.

And Zhou Zekai didn't hesitate, walked into the rain and walked towards him.

From here you can see the looming coastline.

The old house has been standing here for many years, baptized with dust every day, watching the changes of the years alone.Few people were interested in it until the artist discovered it and turned its first floor into a unique shop. There are more and more visitors, but the rest are still abandoned.It was a complete accident that Zhou Zekai discovered the back stairs leading to the top floor, but it was inevitable for him to buy the roof.

It was his crossing, the only place where he could reconcile with himself.Occasionally, when he is restless, he will come here alone and stare at the vast and distant sea in a daze. He has never shared this treasure with others before, and now the secret garden welcomes its first visitor.They climbed up the spiral staircase, and the door at the end was half locked. It was old and decayed long ago. It fell to the ground with a light touch, and the sound was hidden in the rain.

There's no one else here, of course there won't be.Normal people should be at home getting ready for sleep, not rushing into the tide of night like a madman.

If it is said, no one will believe that this is a crazy thing that he and they can do.Zhou Zekai thought, how many crazy things can he do in his lifetime?Liking Glory, liking men, liking Huang Shaotian, everything seems to be criticized by others, but he has never regretted it.

The sea under the night is not scary, it is between black and dark blue, there are no ferries, no birds, only endless silence.The umbrella Huang Shaotian brought had long since been scrapped, and the two of them were soaked, but neither of them had the intention of leaving.Good thing it's summer—a boy's to a man's life, and a rain shower isn't a big deal.It's even the way to go.

There was still no sign of the rain stopping.They sat down along the base of the wall, their backs touched the rough barrier, the coldness clung to their skin along with the dripping rainwater, their shoulders connected and passed each other's temperature through the wet and sticky cloth, they were close at hand, within reach and.

No one spoke on the way here, or in other words, from the meeting until now, only Huang Shaotian blurted out the three words "follow me" and the non-stop sound of rain.

He didn't ask Huang Shaotian why he came, he thought he should know the answer.

"I don't seem to have told anyone that I really, really like the sea." Huang Shaotian raised his hand to catch the dripping water from the eaves, as if talking to him, more like muttering to himself, "When I was young, I lived by the sea. Grandpa thinks we are in the way at home, the red bucket and the green shovel—I always think his color aesthetic is very strange—then drive the children to the beach to play by themselves. At that time, I didn’t want to study or my parents, no In the future, there is only one thing to consider in the future, going to the beach, close to the sea. Even if you don’t go swimming, you have to wait for the tide to come and go. The sound of the waves is more effective than a lullaby, and it’s more reassuring than anything else.”

The rain accumulated into small puddles in the palm of the hand, and then disappeared between the fingers.Huang Shaotian shook his hands, tilted his head and tilted his chin to look at him: "I still have a lot to say to you, a lot. But before that—is there something you've been keeping from me?"

He shook his head.

"Really?" Huang Shaotian said, "Think about it, my question is very important, and the answer can determine many things. Don't lie to me."

"...No." He called his name, "Huang Shaotian," every word, desperate, "I like you, it has never been a secret."

No one asked, of course he would not take the initiative to tell, but that was never a deliberate concealment.He loves openly and aboveboard, even though the whole world has never heard of it.

The confession came suddenly, he was so frank and direct, neither twitching nor retreating, it seemed like an earth-shattering scene, and soon there was no sound.This was probably unexpected, but Huang Shaotian was not surprised. He just looked at him for a while, and then laughed in a low voice: "Zhou Zekai, since you are so honest, then I will tell you a secret in exchange for equal value. I just discovered it. Haven't told anyone yet, do you want to be the first to know?"

He stroked his cheek, slowly approaching.

The deep night looked down on them, light and slow, like stars falling, and bright flowers bloomed from the faint depths.The sea sighs softly in the sound of continuous rain, only the illusion of waves embraces them, waiting for the long new day.

The rainy season in the wasteland is coming.

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