late spring rainy night

In April, a heavy rain came unexpectedly, which brought rare peace to this noisy city.The neon turns into watercolor through the rain curtain, spreads out, and flows into every corner that is slightly bleak on weekdays.People follow the veins of the city, like swarms of ants eager to return to their nests.People who are always prepared for life have opened umbrellas, and those who rarely care about the sky have to find a temporary safe haven to avoid getting lost in the huge flow of people on this rainy night.

He was rarely in such a mess.

He considers himself a moderately successful man.

He could have gone back alone in the small space of the car.

It just so happened that the one he used was just sent in for maintenance yesterday.Coincidentally, the driver hasn't driven it back yet.Probably where the traffic jam is, this annoying evening rush hour.

Coincidentally, the rain is coming.

He also has a Maserati, which of course he can drive.Although it was usually only used for entertainment and ostentation, the scorching red color really upset him.

So, he had to rush in to hide from the rain like everyone else.Very close to the company, he was standing at the door of a cafe - "Mu Chun". Presumably, the shop owner must be a literary youth with a petty bourgeois sentiment.He knows his employees and often come here during their lunch break or after get off work.

He didn't quite understand, did he come here to consume his excess energy instead of going home after get off work?Although there is no one at home worth returning to, he still feels that home is the only place where he can truly relax.

The few umbrellas placed at the entrance of the store have been taken away, and their silhouettes can still be seen in the distance, with an iridescent halo.The pots of wild roses hanging by the door are getting more and more delicate with moisture.

The rain soaked his suit, and he took off his jacket leisurely, took off his tie and folded them together, draping them over his forearms.There are a lot of people in this store, but it doesn't look crowded, nor is it noisy. The soothing piano sound and the storm outside seem to be divided into two worlds.

There were a few faces he was familiar with, and they noticed him immediately.They seemed hesitant to speak, and wanted to call him over, but they were a little nervous and a little embarrassed.He is the boss, and they are subordinates, so it's normal to be a little nervous.But the serious expression he always wears keeps a gap between them.

Over the years, he has also gotten used to such relationships.He is unsmiling to his subordinates and flatters his partners.Thinking back to the simplicity of my student days, I feel a little strange.

He waved his hand and looked around, there was only one seat left.It was a two-seater by the window, and the night view outside the window could be seen through the glass, which was not beautiful.On the contrary, the headlights of passing cars were a little psychedelic, and the person by the window was a little unclear.A neat suit, with a pair of glasses, from the top to the thick sole of the leather shoes is so meticulous.Seriously false.The first time he saw that person, a word came to his mind - "gentle scum".

He walked there slowly, the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor had an inexplicable rhythm.

"Excuse me, may I ask..." He paused, waiting for the person opposite to look up, "Is there anyone here?"

This is the first sentence between him and him.

The casual beginning, dramatic development, but an unforgettable encounter in a lifetime.

The man finally shifted his gaze from the screen to him, and covered the phone on the table.

"Before anyone comes, you should sit down first." He adjusted his crooked gold-rimmed glasses and said in a calm tone.

The person in front of him had a pair of straight long legs wrapped in a pair of straight trousers, and his shirt wet with rain looked a little transparent.With a resolute face and cold eyes, he knew that this was exactly the type he liked.The repeated frequency of the rain could not suppress the heat in his heart.

He has been patient for too long.

The person who came put aside the coat and tie that had been taken off, and looked at it vaguely.He didn't like the look in his eyes very much, not because he felt offended, but buried deep in his heart, feeling the same discomfort about it.In fact, he has long been used to this kind of scrutiny, just like he estimating the value of a person-with the little arrogance of a long-time superior, and the deep-seated flattery.

He really had been patient for too long.But such a similarity made him lose interest.

His date hasn't arrived yet.For some unexplainable reasons, he didn't really want the person opposite to see his mobile phone screen.I had to raise my right hand and look at my watch. It was past seven o'clock, and more than half an hour had passed since the time they agreed upon.He didn't force such objects to arrive on time, but he could no longer adapt to such late behavior without any explanation.

A trace of anger ignited from his heart, burning the flame even more vigorously.

He turned his head to look at the rain curtain blocked by the window and the street scene in the rain.In the reflection of the glass window, the man was still looking at him.

The voices of people in the store were noisy, and the sound of rain outside the window seemed indistinct, only the continuous rain in the eyes, forming an invisible blockade.

Separate the inside and the outside, as if it has become two worlds.

In the cool air, he breathed quietly, silently expressing his anger towards that person, and other indescribable longings.

A silent atmosphere quietly filled the space between them.Quietly out of place.

He seemed to sense the man's dissatisfaction with him.Although a little inexplicable, he still retracted his gaze.I just feel that the stern young man staring out of the window in front of him probably has an overly serious character.

Noticing that there was only a single pot of flowers on the table, he looked at the waiter who was walking by.

"A glass of Blue Mountain, thank you."

The sight of the young man opposite seemed to be attracted by his voice.

"What do you want to drink?" The tone of pretending to be friendly made even himself feel a little uncomfortable.

"Latte." After finishing speaking, the young man picked up his phone and looked at it again, showing some impatience.

He was waiting for someone, he knew it, but he was afraid that his actions might make that person feel bad.

The idea came suddenly, but not without trace.

When he was a fledgling, there was a game between the two sides in the business field.He tries to please the other party as much as possible.

Although now he no longer has to take care of other people's mood so carefully.

Take care of other people's mood - if he can truly understand the mood of others, he will not just watch the love that is going to collapse.

A crushing defeat.

Such memories can't help but make people feel depressed.The neon lights on the street, or the warm lights in the store, can only set off his glamorous appearance.For a moment, the light seemed to blur his appearance, making the rain entangled in his heart, bringing a bit of chill.It made him reveal a rare vulnerability.

He had to admit, his voice was so deep and magnetic.Unconsciously, it made him a little moved.But he also knows that the distance between him and such a person is not just the distance between running underground and galloping on the ground.In fact, he knew the mature and handsome man.In the same building, he's on the tenth floor, he's on the fifteenth floor—up.

Perhaps in terms of the data realized by wealth, they may not differ too much.But he knows that this point is like a natural moat in the distance of life.

But before he could sigh with self-pity, he was caught off guard by the sudden depression of the man across from him, dispelling the melancholy in his heart.Seeing the lively people around, although it broke the usual tranquility of this cafe, it was exceptionally harmonious amidst the noisy rain.

Right in front of him was a couple who had a good conversation, they seemed to be close friends for many years.The two girls, with their backs to him, looked very clean, with natural agility.Facing here, they were dressed in elite clothes, and the high ponytail looked very capable.

He instinctively avoids the man's gaze, but he is not the type who can be indifferent to the person he likes.

He stared at the place where the man was wearing a tie, revealing a rather predictable figure.Feeling the movement of his Adam's apple, what he swallowed was not only saliva, but also human instinctive desire for beautiful things.

Looking at all kinds of men and women around him, the undisguised chatter and laughter aroused his desire to communicate with others, wanting to know more—especially the person in front of him.

Over there, a well-dressed waiter in suits and leather shoes is walking slowly with a tray, and gently puts the coffee on the table.For a while, the strong coffee smell spreads out, and the shop is very spacious, but the aroma of coffee is the eternal keynote.Smelling the smell of two kinds of coffee mixed in the air, he picked up the mocha in front of him - a combination of fresh milk and chocolate, and pushed it in front of the man.Instead, he picked up the glass of Blue Mountain and branded a lip print on the rim.

The man was startled by his actions, and looked at him with a bit of puzzlement in his eyes.

"Drink something sweet and you'll feel better." The voice was still cold, but the glasses covered up the narrowness.

He looked at the coffee cup that was suddenly pushed in front of him, and couldn't help but froze.The milk froth in the coffee cup was still swirling.The rising hot air seems to be faintly lingering, seeping into the depths.He doesn't seem to be - not disliked.

Caring too much about what other people think, caring too much about how others feel.I haven't felt like this for a long time.In this small isolated island surrounded by rain, the distance from the present world seems to be pulled far away.It seems to be a fragment forgotten by the traces of time, always making people unconsciously recall the past.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and picked up the coffee cup, the temperature didn't make people feel hot.But the small kindness of the man on the other side made people feel hot.

He had never tried, and never wanted to try, Mocha, a drink that was a bit too sweet for him.More often than not, coffee is just a tool he uses to refresh his mind and keep him in good shape.But now, the special taste reverberating in his mouth only made him feel an inexplicable joy.Not just the sweetness.He looked at the young man across from him, and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Now, he can find a little warm gleam from the ice-wrapped shell of the young man, facing his eyes and his face.

He wasn't so unapproachable anymore.

"Do you have an appointment with a friend? Here?" He asked seemingly casually, looking out of the window, where passers-by were running in the rain.They were so eager, but here he only felt that they were walking casually and loosely, compared to the unreasonable tension in his heart. "I don't know when the rain will stop."

"It's raining so hard, he probably won't come."

He pretended not to notice the young man's little movement of flipping the phone up and closing the cover silently, but nodded in agreement, "Then...we're probably going to stay here until the rain stops." He took a sip of his coffee , casually knocked on the edge of the table, the sound was accompanied by the sound of rain, "I guess there is still a long time."

He leaned on the back of the chair, his natural and unrestrained movements, but restrained spring.

This mature man looks a bit romantic.

It's just that the reddish ears revealed his confusion and nervousness.

This is his disguise.

Talkative and cheerful, he thought he would treat this object of his dreams like this.He thought he only dared to look at him secretly, through the reflection of the glass window.Sitting opposite each other on a rainy night is already tinged with ambiguity, who would wholeheartedly chat with the man he likes under such circumstances?There is nowhere to escape, he must face up to his own feelings, what does he want?

he does not know.

But when he chatted with him casually, he couldn't ignore the man's slightly red ears.So cute, he seems to have suddenly discovered a secret treasure that has been buried for many years.Shy and shy, he really likes such a man.But what should he do?

He doesn't know.There are too many things he wants to but can't.

While swallowing the joy stuck in the throat, at the same time harboring the melancholy piercing in the heart.

He was a little confused.He waved and called the waiter.He likes coffee and wine.

"A glass of mojito." A somewhat cold voice.But this time, he turned his head and looked at him squarely.

Unable to suppress the feeling of liking, the voice came out, "Do you want a drink?"

The invitation with a smile is a bit deceptive.

Seeing that the man across from him also ordered a glass of wine, he glanced aside, enjoying the music of the crowd in the cafe.

Next to the brightly lit stage, this is where the sound of the piano comes from, echoing throughout the café.It was a person with his back to the audience, only recognizable as a man, for no reason, it made people feel silent.He'd been sitting there since they'd been in the store, with only occasional breaks in the music.

Harmonious with the sound of rain, it has a lonely poetic flavor.

The man also looked in the direction of the young man's gaze, but what attracted him was not the lonely performer, but something more mundane and common - his ex-girlfriend and his current girlfriend.For a man, he feels that everything today is dreamlike and unreal. This kind of life is really full of unexpected coincidences.He hurriedly picked up the wine glass and took a big sip. The lemon, alcohol and mint collided fiercely in his mouth, releasing a calming coolness.

The sudden coughing sound attracted the young man's attention, which made him look a little embarrassed.He didn't want his ex to lose his composure because of her, and he didn't want the young man to know his almost evasive mentality at this moment.Don't know why, but just don't want to.

He vaguely knew why, but didn't dare to think deeply.

"What's the matter?" The young man knew that it was not normal for him to be like this, "Drink slowly." But, he didn't want to say, and he didn't want to ask too much.

Just shaking the wine glass, watching the wine swirl under the light, separating different colors.Just looking at this low-alcohol wine made him a little drunk.He knew that it wasn't just wine that dazzled him tonight.

The rippling wine becomes softer with the change of stage lighting.The sound of the piano in my ear gradually dissipated, replaced by another lighter music.The man is no longer obsessed with the past, and looks towards the stage with the youth.

It was a long-haired girl who looked very young, wearing a simple white shirt and ordinary jeans.But the acoustic guitar in her hand makes her no longer ordinary, and she will not stand out from everyone.The girl strumming the guitar on stage is a pure person.They coincidentally thought this way.

She looked like a folk singer, but the young man knew very well that she was singing a pop song.

There's glitter on the floor after the party.

sequins from clothes scattered on the floor after party

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby.

The girls put their shoes in the hall

The youth used to be obsessed with the girl who sang this song, not because he liked it, but because of his longing.When he was in college, he also went to her concert without hesitation.She was his idol, he had to admit, not just once.

How long has it been since he showed his preferences unscrupulously?From the moment he stepped into the society, he seemed to remember every night he suppressed himself clearly.But he would rather his memory not be so clear.Every decision to compromise and escape made the night darker.

There has never been a night full of doubts like tonight.But that's not a bad thing, is it?

Looking at the young man, the man felt an impulse that he had forgotten for a long time.The young man didn't know how bright his eyes were when he listened to this song.Makes a man want to fiddle a few times, like he wanted to do to his first love, secretly, to fiddle with her ponytail.And now, he wanted to take off his glasses, wishing that his eyes were only looking at him.

He thought so, and did so.

The virtuoso sitting next to the piano also played to the girl's rhythm, although it was half a beat slower, but he didn't care.

The youth's world suddenly became blurred, and only the knuckle palm in front of him was the only focus.He watched the man's movements with surprise in his eyes.

"Your glasses are dirty." Shall I clean them for you?He wanted to say that, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was ridiculous, so he swallowed it.

Hearing the man's somewhat self-deprecating rhetoric, the young man smiled.He didn't say much, but laughed so that the man's face turned red.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.

I will cherish this memory forever in my heart and never forget it.

And I will hold on to you.

We will go through the ups and downs of the future together.

Please don't ever become east ranger.

Please don't leave suddenly and return to Stranger Things.

Whoselaugh I could recognize anywhere.

You know that wherever I go I think of your smile.

The girl on the stage sang like this, and when the song ended, she looked at the audience with a smile.Until a series of footsteps finally sounded from the audience, it was the sound of high heels hitting the ground, click, click.Hitting against tile and wood floors creates high and low tones.A woman in business attire also came onto the stage, and the girls on the same stage gave high fives.He sat directly behind the drum kit, kicked off his high heels, and beat the drums with the sound of the acoustic guitar.

The lights on the stage dimmed quietly, and a reddish light came on again.

The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the stage until the girl's beautiful singing sounded.

Loving him like driving a new Maserati down ad end street.

Loving him is like driving a brand new Maserati into a dead end.

Faster than the wind, passionate assist, ending so suddenly.

Swifter than the wind, sinful passion, gone in an instant.

Loving him like trying to change your mind

Falling in love with him is like self-imposed exile,

once you're real ready flying through the freefall.

Only to change the decision.

Under the dim light, the two looked at each other, no one noticed, no one cared, as if they were banished to a land of no one.Who knows, bypassed the cup on the table, and secretly extended his hand to the other party.At the moment of touching, it ignited a fiery red.

The sudden retraction of the hand will not take away the atmosphere filled with red.He picked up the cup and took a sip, hiding his panic.

Coffee or wine?Nobody cares anymore.The fine rain finally hit the heart directly, causing ripples.