Beautiful article by Xia Yu Peiran Xia Yu came unexpectedly, thunder exploded in the small space between buildings, and lightning was like a letter spit out by a poisonous snake trying to lick the closed glass window.

The hibiscus tree under the window shook its delicate head in the strong wind. The silk-like hibiscus flowers were mixed in the heavy rain and hugged by the strong wind to kiss the glass window wildly, leaving messy kiss marks on it.

Cheng Weinan curled up like a docile cat under the cool summer quilt, blinking his big eyes, watching the lightning penetrate the curtains and cast fleeting light and shadow on the wall.

The nearby wind, rain, and thunder did not bring any fear to her, but rather comfort, because she liked to hide in the bedroom and listen to the violent rain.

There is a world outside, and the bedroom is another world. In this world, you can listen to the sounds of another world. This is comfortable.

Very cruel, this is the most pertinent evaluation she gave herself.

I remember it was such a night when she first left her mother's warm bed.

My mother has to work the night shift every now and then. She has to practice staying at home alone and face such unrestful nights.

That night, there was only the sound of thunder, wind and rain, and nothing else.

She thought she would cover her head with a quilt and scream, and she had prepared for this thousands of times.

When the thunder outside the window came, she thought she would call her mother next door with a scream that penetrated the thunder.

But the thunder was about to recede, and she didn't say a word.

From that night on, she realized that she was really abusive.

When she was in first grade, her mother did not twist her, so she changed her name to a rather masculine name - Cheng Weinan.

Now, she can't remember her previous name.

In the past, she would have fallen asleep suddenly listening to the violent thunder, wind and rain, but tonight, the night was already deep, and she was still blinking in the darkness.

She was thinking sadistically, how nice it would be to go back to last night, to the pouring rain.

Yesterday at the job fair, she came back feeling resentful again.

Work didn't give her a chance, but the rainstorm followed.

After a few hundred meters, she would reach home, but the heavy rain trapped her under the rain cover of a convenience store without mercy.

She understood that running home from a heavy rain would be far worse than drowning.

But she still decided to withstand the baptism of a storm because she couldn't stand the eyes of the convenience store owner.

Although her back was to the convenience store, she could feel those scanner-like eyes searching back and forth on her body.

She gritted her teeth, either to encourage herself or out of resentment towards the convenience store owner, and rushed into the heavy rain with the solemnity of dying gloriously.

It wasn't until she rushed in that she realized that her courage was too weak in the face of the heavy rain.

Within a few steps, my clothes were soaked.

The big raindrops hit my face, which was cold and painful.

She couldn't open her eyes and couldn't see the road, so she could only make a rain cover with her hands to cover her eyes, and ran desperately towards home.

Only when she saw the dazzling lights of the car through the rain curtain did she realize that she was struggling in the middle of the road.

With a screeching sound, she fell down.

This time it was over, I didn’t have a job yet, and what’s more terrible was that I had been in a vigorous love relationship, and my beautiful youth was left to die an ugly death in the heavy rain under the cold wheels.

How unfair, I am dead, why is the heavy rain still washing me away?

She opened her eyes and saw a tall figure squatting down in the dazzling light.

The rain then poured into her eyes and she had to close them.

"How are you?" A penetrating voice rang in her ears through the heavy rain.

Fortunately, what she heard was a human voice, not a ghost, and she was still alive.

But being washed by the heavy rain and lying on the cold road was worse than death.

She wanted to sit up, but she felt herself leaving the cold road, and a pair of strong arms was picking her up.

The rain didn't hit her anymore. It wasn't that the rain had stopped, but she was already in the passenger seat of the car.

"Are you okay?" the man asked eagerly.

She didn't say anything, but used her hands to comb her hair that was messed up by the heavy rain.

At this time, her hair could no longer be called beautiful. It was curled and stuck together. Even so, she had to try her best to straighten it out. Image was very important.

Even if you lose your life, you cannot lose your image.

"Are you going to die?" Perhaps seeing that she was okay, the man changed his tone and replaced it with coldness. In Cheng Weinan's opinion, it was even colder than the heavy rain outside the car.

"Yes!" Cheng Weinan replied loudly.

"Hmph!" The man was obviously very angry and said, "Then why are you running in the middle of the road? Why don't you hide when you see a car?" "It's raining so hard, how do I know where the middle of the road is?" she said casually.

slow.

Her hair could only do this, and she began to wring the water from her clothes. The rainwater flowed directly under the car seat. She continued without raising her head: "Why should I hide? In the competition between me and the car, I am the weakest group."

There are three options. One is to stand still, then hide to the right, and the third is to hide to the left. I don't know where your car is going to hide. If we hide in the same direction, I will be dead.

I can't see the car clearly in the rain, but you can see me in the car, so I would rather choose the middle route, which is the safest route in theory." "Are you studying liberal arts?"

"How do you know?" Cheng Weinan was stunned for a moment when he heard this question, but without raising his head, he continued to wring the water from his clothes under the car seat.

"Those who study science are rational when facing problems and understand the principles of mechanical movement. They will use movement to avoid danger, while those who study liberal arts use perceptual knowledge to see problems. When faced with danger, they will choose to resign themselves to fate." That person

Said coldly.

When she heard this, she immediately became angry. Wasn't this obviously a mockery of liberal arts students?

She was getting angry because she couldn't find a job after studying liberal arts, and yet someone was adding fuel to the fire at this time, making fun of her as a liberal arts student.

The water on her hand splashed everywhere, her almond-shaped eyes widened and she glared angrily.