late spring rainy night

The clouds are like tulle, and the rain is like tassels.Light rain clouds cover the city, stealthily, taking away the shining stars and secretly passionate moon.But no one cares.People in the city prefer artificial brilliance and brightness.

Let the rain fall, most people don't care.

Except for some people, looking out of the window from the corner of the eye, the raindrops are passing densely, maybe there will be one or two drops, which will carry the romantic meaning from the horizon.The young man sighed, a little regretful, unable to say to him openly: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

He blinked, his vision blurred, the light kneading in his eyes.But he can still distinguish what he really wants to pay attention to and what he really wants to see.The fiery red song that conveys love is more beautiful than ever.He rubbed his eyes, as if he wanted to see the person in front of him more clearly.

The man looked at his movements and looked at his eyes, which were extraordinarily crystal clear with water vapor, but because they were not focused, they revealed some dazed ignorance of worldly affairs.The man knows that this is not true, there is nothing innocent, it is just an illusion of his wishful thinking.But he still couldn't help but be moved by this rare fantasy.

Eyes like a newborn puppy, the man thought.Where did you see it?There is a sense of familiarity.

There is also the same heartbeat - first love.

It was a very different... experience from his previous relationship.The ambiguous affection at that time happened in the long high school period.Although he can't remember the girl's face now, he still remembers, or rather, suddenly remembered that he was once asked by the girl to take care of a newborn puppy.It was a child of a stray dog ​​on campus, small, with pure and immature fragility.

This is a rare joy in the repetitive campus life, but now he has to recall the boring days he was tired of, so that he can feel a little soft in his heart.There seemed to be a ponytail dangling in his heart.

He once wanted to touch but couldn't, the hair tip of the female classmate in the front seat.Then she turned her head and he blushed.

Losing him was blue, like I'venever known.

Losing him is like a blue I've never seen

Missing him was dark gray, allalone.

Missing him is like a lonely dark gray

Forgetting him was like trying to know someone you never ever met.

Forget him like trying to pretend to know a stranger

Butlovinghim was red.

love him is red

Looking at the young man, he felt even more itchy.He knew that he was a stranger who met him on this rainy night.He knew that he was a genuine male.Different from the vague emotional experience in the past, he seemed to smell the smell of young people very clearly, coffee and wine, with a kind of coolness, in this rainy night fainted by neon lights.

Men know what they want.

Not only did he take off his glasses, but he also wanted more, such as the touch of young hair.

The singing that tells about liking gradually stops, but the feeling of liking will not calm down.

The man's face was flushed, and it was unknown whether it was the effect of alcohol or dopamine, which made him look a little cramped.He rubbed his hands, wiped the sweat from his palms on his trousers and smoothed out the wrinkles on his trousers, then hurriedly stood up.

"Excuse me," the man's eyes that had been staring at the young man drifted away.

Seeing the man hurriedly walking towards the bathroom, the young man couldn't help showing a smile in the corner of his eyes.Relaxed, he didn't seem to intend to put on the glasses that were placed on the table.Although it seemed that there had been a gaze looking over here since just now, he had no intention of finding out.

Although he can't see the world clearly now, but at this moment he can see his heart more clearly.

He could probably guess that that person probably knew him, a friend?Or the ex?

It doesn't matter anymore.Clinging to unnecessary past is really a boring thing.Reassuring himself in this way, he drank half of the cold coffee.

The young man picked up the mobile phone that had been buckled upside down on the table. It was past nine o'clock.The night is dark, but the nightlife of urban men and women has just begun.There was an unread message on the phone that was sent an hour ago. He carefully identified it, and then was pulled back to reality from the intoxicated and psychedelic atmosphere by the message.

"Sorry, it's raining too much tonight, and I have something to do temporarily. Can I do it another day?" This message was followed by an overly intimate kissing emoji.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately - he didn't come.For the first time he was thankful that that kind of partner put him in the pigeons.His fingers slid on the screen unconsciously, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the bathroom, as if he had made up his mind.Blocking, uninstalling, all in one go.There is no explanation, and there is no need to explain, I just think, let him be so rude and self-willed once in a while.

He didn't bother to reply, and there was even only a sentence of "sorry" buried in his heart, which was only prepared for that lovely man who was liked by him like this.

Deciding to bid farewell to the past in this way, although a bit hasty, also lacks a sense of ceremony.But the night always tolerates people's faults, and it makes people feel that there is nothing wrong with being who you are on a night like this.

The young man closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, and quietly felt the rare leisure.He is only in his 20s. I remember that a few years ago, he could still run and sweat on the sports field, exuding the heat of life.But now, he is running around for the so-called true meaning of life. When the only temperature survives between the friction between his fingertips and the keyboard, he has an illusion as if he has passed away.

Fortunately this is just an illusion.

He heard the man's footsteps approaching slowly, and they seemed to hesitate a bit.

The young man stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's arm. His black pupils were soaked with the temperature of the night, reflecting the man's bewildered face.

How close must two hearts be to hear each other's heartbeat?

There is no answer.The man was pulled to sit beside him by the young man. With such a distance, he had no time to care whether his heartbeat would be heard by the people next to him.He couldn't even feel the touch of their shoulders, the friction between their skin and the material of the clothes, but it seemed that an electric current passed through his heart.She just stared at him blankly, she could only let him go, and she could only look at him.The man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he could only make some meaningless breath sounds.

His complexion did not change, but the change in his ears was noticed by the young man.

Knowing his incongruity with his appearance, the young man put away his teasing expression and no longer made unnecessary movements.The man felt the temperature in the man's palm gradually recede. At that moment, he had the urge to hold his hand back.The man's fingertips trembled slightly, hiding an inexplicable fear and longing.He glanced out of the corner of his eye and found that the young man was holding his sleeve with two fingers, as if he was also nostalgic for this temperature.

The rain fell sparsely and gradually became smaller.

He tried to get closer to him, looking forward to more intimate contact, such as - kissing.A picture popped up in his mind.

The man turned sideways, turned his back to the light, blocked the sight of others, and approached slowly, casting a shadow that overlapped with the lightly quivering shadow under the young man's eyelashes.

Some scorching breath burned their cheeks red.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

A female voice suddenly interrupted the man's movements.He looked towards the door, and saw a figure he was familiar with, but now, there were complex emotions hidden in her eyes that he didn't understand.

He held the young man's hand under the table, and he knew that he couldn't keep silent at this moment.But he really didn't know what to say.

"How are you... recently?" Facing the person he once liked, he felt guilty and had regrets, but now—there was no more love.

The young man held the man's broad hand instead. His palm was full of sweat, and the place where the palms met was uncomfortable, but this real touch could make people calmly face all the real things.

Whether it's a past mistake or a sudden love tonight.

They are all in the clasped palms, and they really exist.

The woman nodded, her lips parted slightly, but she didn't say anything more, just took a deep look at him, then turned her head and walked towards the door, as if the image of the man was just a fleeting glimpse, and standing under the flower stand at the door The man she holds the umbrella is where her happiness lies.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and watched her talk and laugh with him as she left, until at the end of his sight, she merged into the background of the night rain and gradually faded away.

The voice of the old man was drowned by the sound of the rain, and was forgotten in the night, but the clear voice of the person next to his ears suddenly became clear.The man turned his head to look, and the young man was leaning on his shoulder like this, humming softly, his eyes so bright.

He saw that this blushing face was the real him.

It feels like a perfect night.

Obsessed with this perfect night.

Todressup like hipsters.

Never mind dressing up as a hipster.

And make fun of fourexes.

Feel free to make fun of your ex, too.

The young man sang, and the voice got closer and closer, almost trying to penetrate into the man's heart.The man watched him slowly leaning against his ear, and he closed his eyes when he realized what was going to happen.For a moment, the smell of coffee and wine filled his nostrils, but he only felt the softness on his cheeks.

The man opened his eyes and looked at the young man.The young man acted as if nothing had happened just now, and still sang freely, but the smile in the singing could not be concealed, only because of the slightly wronged eyes of the man.

It feels like a perfect night.

Stand out on this perfect night.

Forbreak fast midnight.

There is nothing wrong with turning day and night upside down.

To fall in love with strangers.

Falling in love with a stranger.

fall in love.

The man put his arms around the young man's shoulders, and he didn't care about the surprised eyes of his subordinates in the distance. A more intimate relationship is definitely not an unspeakable desire.

Pierce the ambiguous layer of window paper, and what follows will only be the established fact of "love".

The young man's arms were pressed against the man's chest, and he didn't need to ask any more, just leaning on it like this.No need to dodge, no more erratic, just look straight into his eyes, "You like me." I like you.

The rain clouds in the night collapsed into fine marks as the rain shredded away, and a few stardust scattered.They are so faint in the light and shadow of the city, flickering, and they are about to turn into ashes.But when they fell, they were fascinated by the light of the city, and they happened to fall in front of the window of this small cafe. Through the raindrops, they were reflected in his pupils, but they were extraordinarily shining.A few phantoms passed through the corners of his eyes, scattered in the cup, filled with brilliant light, that was tonight—the echo of this story.

The man seemed to be nodding his head slightly, if it wasn't for such a close distance, he would hardly notice it.Like a slightly drunk drunk, he dared to express his liking only through his drunkenness.

They just leaned, sat, and cuddled like this, without moving each other.Feeling the other person's body temperature, listening to the beating heartbeat.You obviously want to do something, you obviously haven't done anything yet, but you are so nervous that even your heart is tense, if you don't enjoy the tenderness of this moment - how can you calm down?

"Is the rain a little lighter now?"

"Ah."

"Then I have to go back, the cat at home is still waiting for me."

"I'll accompany you. Rainy days are not safe."

"What can happen to me as a big man, it's really...you——OK."

The man and the young man looked sideways, and the two passed by and walked towards the door, talking while walking.It seems that they are office workers that can be seen everywhere in this big city.

"Ah..." The slightly jumpy man stretched his waist, "This is the fate of being a shit-shoveling officer."

The other one on the side looked more stable, didn't say anything, but paused for a moment, turned around, blocking the man's exposed waistline.It seems that he glanced this way.

The man and the young man looked at each other with a smile, and kissed each other's lips lightly, not fiercely, but with secret affection.

"Let's go."

The two left the cafe just like that, and walked out in the rain.

The calm man looked at the raindrops floating in the sky, frowned, took off his suit jacket, and covered them

overhead.Let the rain hit the expensive suit, but intentionally or unintentionally, get closer.

They started to run, their leather shoes stepping on the rain, causing ripples and blurring their reflections.He ran towards the brightly lit distance and merged into the crowd holding umbrellas of all sizes.They are different from everyone else, but they seem to be the same.In the same way, in the splendor of the rainy night, the dream of this city is depicted.

Every ordinary person has his own extraordinary story.

The night is deep.

He looked back, seeing through the fine raindrops, the lights in the cafe were still the same, but there were few people.He walked side by side with the young man, deliberately slowed down his pace, and walked over there - the subway station at the entrance of the bustling street in the distance.

It wasn't until he went out just now, when the voices of people faded away, that he noticed the wind chime shaking at the door, accompanied by the wind and rain, and issued a warning.

They had walked a certain distance, and at this time, in the still dense crowd, their handshake was not noticeable.

The rain got into their collars and passed across their skin, and the spring feeling was cool.They clenched their hands even more, guarding this temperature carefully, cherishing the bright and upright moment in the dark night.

The entrance of the subway station seems to be light from another world, with a dazzling pale tone.The descending escalator, like his sinking heart, was withdrawn from the effect of alcohol.The coffee smell left on his body suddenly dispersed in the air, mixed with other people's smells.

He stood behind the young man, staring at the hairpin above his head, thinking about the hands they let go in unison.

empty.Even with clenched fists, nothing can be grasped.

The subway hasn't come yet, it's bustling, and there are people all around. At this moment, even if it's raining, it still exudes the beauty of a metropolis.

They exchanged contact information and waited together.Before the man got into the car, the young man just looked at him, using his hazy eyes to describe his appearance based on the memory of tonight, and watched him get on the subway bound for the other side of the city.

He waved his hand and whispered, "Goodbye."

The young man took out his glasses from his trouser pocket and was about to wipe them off with the corner of his clothes, but he saw some blurred fingerprints on them.He stopped his movements, carefully put on his glasses, and for a moment the clear world returned to his field of vision, but his eyes could never be ignored, the corner of the lens was ambiguous.

The young man's eyes were soft, and he hummed softly.

"All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you." I'm obsessed with meeting you is all I can say.

This is a song with no audience.

Sitting on the subway, everyone was silent, sleepy, and fell asleep quietly, thinking-where will I go tomorrow?as always.

Take off your coat, take off your glasses.When he got home, he was alone again.Through the window, the young man looked out, the darkness of the night has spread to today, and the rain is falling heavily again.

The jubilant heat in the bathroom subsided.After taking a bath, the exhaustion of the day suddenly hit the whole body.The young man took off the bath towel and fell on the bed like this. The single bed that was originally a bit narrow seemed extraordinarily empty at this moment.The water droplets on the hair wet the sheets, turned over, and the young man raised his hand to turn off the light.

The mobile phone was placed by the bed, and he rubbed the case of the mobile phone - there was no news, no reply.The light from the mobile phone was very weak, shining on the young man's face, the blue light blended with the bed sheet.His fingers clicked on the screen back and forth, the young man closed his eyes tightly, and after waiting for a long time, he became dizzy and the light went out.

……

Suddenly, the notification tone of the mobile phone woke up the young man.He touched the brightly lit mobile phone and covered the glowing screen until the light became dim before he sighed, as if he had made up his mind.

He held the phone in his hand, smiling with pupils dilated from surprise.

In the rainy night in late spring, the faint light filled the room, even overflowed, escaped to the window, and kissed the unexpected rain among the tall buildings.

The author has something to say:

Hee hee, the first article is more than [-] words.Do you have reading comprehension (˙?˙)