After the leader of He Sen

After confirming that the zipper on the bag was zipped up, I raised my head and saw that the sky above my head turned dark green. The person holding the umbrella for me was the dull man I saw in the bookstore before.

I was on guard and asked, "What's the matter?" Could it be that they came after me to read the book I bought?Or do you want to fuck me?

It's not that I'm too stinky, but that my face is too confusing. There have been strange men I've only met once before chasing me for my phone number.

"When I was in the bookstore and saw it was raining outside, I thought you didn't seem to have an umbrella."

"Thank you, but I plan to go to the platform to take the bus. It's not too far from here, so I shouldn't be drenched in the rain." As soon as the words fell, the rain suddenly became heavier and hit the umbrella surface with a splash .

I:……

He: "...I'll take you to the platform."

It's not easy to refuse if it's all like this, if it's just sent to the platform, it shouldn't be a stalker.

"Then trouble you."

It was raining hard, I was on crutches and I was worried about slipping so had to slow down, the man holding my umbrella tilted most of the canopy towards me, I noticed that his shoulders were getting pretty badly wet, I feel a little embarrassed and move closer to him.

"Huh?" He was a little puzzled.

"Let's tilt the umbrella a little towards you too, your shoulders are getting wet, be careful of catching a cold."

He looked into my eyes as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered a good word, and the umbrella that was tilted towards me was slightly straightened.

He didn't say much in the first half of the journey, and I cooperated with the silence. He didn't ask until the outline of the bus station came into view: "Do you like the sea?"

I:? ?

It seems that I was thinking too much before, he is really not a suitor, there is a suitor who does not ask for a phone number, does not exchange lines, and asks a confusing question as soon as he comes up.

This question does not involve any privacy, so I felt that there was no need to lie, so I told the truth: "I don't like it. I hate the sea. The smell and sound of the sea make me feel sick."

But he stopped in his tracks, and looked at me with slightly bright eyes, as if he had got some great answer.

Me: ...Is this person okay?

"If you take the liberty to ask another question, it doesn't matter if you don't want to answer it. Can you tell me your name? Needless to say, it doesn't matter the last name, just the first name is fine." Although it is strange to say this, his expression is very similar to asking a math teacher to check the answer. Students are still the kind who are already very confident in the answers they solve.

"It's okay to tell you the last name, my name is Qingzhi Lixiang."

"Maybe—will someone call you Lily?" His tone was a little urgent.

"Yes, my classmates used to call me that when I was in school." My mother also used it to express intimacy, oh, and the pseudonym I use now is Lily because I am too lazy to think of a name.

"So it's true." As if he got the answer he wanted, he showed a relieved smile.

I was too lazy to delve into his strange reaction, so I just asked, "What's your name?"

"Oda Sakunosuke."

I remember the little boy in the bookstore who grabbed the hem of his clothes called him Sakunosuke.

I finally arrived at the platform, and it was a coincidence that as soon as I arrived, the bus I was going to take drove over.

"Mr. Oda, thank you for bringing me here, I'm leaving first." I said goodbye to him.

I didn't know it when I was saying goodbye, but less than a minute after the bus left the platform, Sakunosuke Oda would call a man named Osamu Dazai: "Dazai, I saw the live Siren-san."

Generally speaking, this kind of heavy rain comes in bursts, coming and going quickly. When I arrived in the community where I lived, the downpour that was pouring down my head had turned into a drizzle.The lush weeds in the courtyard are expected to grow even more luxuriantly after the heavy rain, so someone has to come and clean it up.

I don't have gardening hobbies like tinkering with flowers and plants, but my mother was very keen on this kind of thing. In the past, she planted flowers in the courtyard and the balcony on the second floor, sometimes mixed with some fresh vegetables.But she died, and after I came out of the gloomy mood, I immediately threw away the flowers on the balcony and courtyard, which was completely devoid of nostalgia, and others seemed rather ruthless.

The current courtyard is a place where weeds grow. In summer, it is easy to attract insects and some small animals. Once a small green snake ran into my bedroom, and I shrank to the dangerous window and ran quickly. Called for help.As a result, before the rescuers arrived, a kind-hearted Sanhua cat drove the snake away.

It seems that you have to spend money to find someone to renovate the floor and shovel off the skinned plants. Maybe it would be interesting to build a small gazebo here.

Forget it, just renovating the land is enough for my heart, how can I have extra money to build a small gazebo.

Earning money, earning money, having a small amount of money, these bad things are not a problem.

I gave up my messy thoughts and hurried back to the house.After taking a bath, the sky has cleared up, and the air I breathed while standing on the balcony smelled very good with the humidity soaked in rain.

I took out a cigarette from the pack, and just as I was about to light it, the phone buzzed and an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.

"Hello?" I picked up the phone.

The other party was silent, and I fed a few more times, but the other party still did not speak, "Is it a wrong number?" Just as I was thinking about hanging up the phone, the other party's voice came out of the receiver, with Probe and be careful: "Lixiang?"

It turns out that you know my name, it should be someone you know, but this woman's voice makes me feel strange, "Sorry, are you—?"

"I'm your aunt."

"Ah..." It's a bit silly to say such a single sound with a long mouth, but I don't know how to respond other than this.

Fortunately, the other party continued to answer the call, avoiding this long and suffocating embarrassment: "I heard...I heard that your mother passed away, right?" Her voice was trembling, mixed with suppressed crying.

"That's right, it's been almost two years since I passed away." Both my parents died when I was 19, and now I'm 21.

"Is that man dead too?"

That man refers to my father, he is really unpopular, and my aunt, whom I have never met, also hates his appearance.

"It's like this. The three of us got into a car accident. They passed away unfortunately, and I was the only one who survived." I tried to explain in an objective tone and indifferently. It seemed that this way could alleviate the pain of recalling related memories.

Finally, there was a cry from the other end of the phone. I listened quietly and couldn't help comforting her: "Don't be sad, everyone has their own fate, they just left early."