《Fairy tale not reaching the forest (this is English version, authorized)》sky雨

5、Rain water

　　Mom clapped my back with his hand, “Pick up the rain, cry out if you’re sad, and cry out.” “Mom, I’m really sorry, I’m really sorry. Sad to not want to look at the next second of the sun, sad not to want to open his eyes again. “Well, it’s okay, it’s okay, pick up the rain, Mom’s here, Mom’s with you.” She carefully handled the wound for me. I looked at the white hair that came out of her head, and the more bitter in her heart. I feel really particularly bad, I let those who love me worry, let those who hate me not be released, I can not die, I can only live in such pain. "Mom, why did I come from here? “The pillars that supported me to this day had a crack, like broken glass windows, and crossed the cobweb, everything began to collapse, ‘What shall I do?’ "What Dr. Zhang built for me belongs to the reason for living, is in jeopardy. “Mom takes you to the doctor and now you go to the doctor. This is going to the doctor, and that’s going…” Mom hurried and anxious. I don’t know what I’m like now, but don’t look, it’s definitely bad. As if I had died, I looked in the mirror for the first time. Looking at the mirror at that time, I wasn’t even sure it was me. The man in the mirror was thin, and the eyes were surprisingly large, and I really made myself a disgraced look. "Pick up the rain, Mom only you, I know you are painful and very sad, but even for me, pick up the rain, you must be okay! My mother took me to the car and then stepped down the throttle and went to the hospital. The day the college admission notice was sent, the weather was still very hot. I took medicine and lay in bed trying to get myself to sleep for a nap. Those words that day in the cemetery Ya Ya said haunted my heart, always coming up while I was not prepared. “If you don’t know why you live, think about how he will live if the dead are alive. “Dr. Zhang said that to me. I have repeatedly thought about this for a long time, is he wanting me to let the rest of life live for the dead man? I never thought of such a living, like my closed heart door, was quietly pushed a stitch, a different light shines in. If Miya Xu is alive, he will go to college and continue to dive. A man as warm as he would be sure to live brilliantly every day. He likes to look at the sky, he likes to sleep with a breeze, he will look at me with a serious and focused eye, this time my heart beat will "pound" to speed up speed. I thought about giving up going to college, but now I want to go there — or I must go there. I think Dr. Zhang’s words are very reasonable, I have to complete Miyao’s dream, what he did not do, I have to do for him. I closed my eyes, because I had taken the medicine, the originally excited brain, slowly returned to tranquility. Without dreams, I slept very well, Dr. Zhang prescribed me this time very effective. After lunch, I brought my camera and decided to take a look at the high school where I and Miya Xu had once studied with me. After Miyaku’s death, the year before graduation, I lived like a walking dead. It’s strange that once my grades were not only moderate, but in the end, my results were rapidly improving. Maybe because I didn’t do anything except learning. So, finally, I successfully entered the university of Miyao's dream. I want to say goodbye to the past, and after farewell, I start again here. I don't know if I found what I wanted to do, knowing the future I was going to face, my nightmare mind became very clear. For the first time in the year, I felt relaxed, as if unloading heavy bags, and my footsteps were very quick. It is summer vacation, and only quasi-graduates are in school. I walked into the door of school, and everything was so familiar. I haven’t seen this school carefully this year. The dense shade blocked the hot sun, and the fragmented light fell at the feet, a little bit of blotted light and shadow, as if it were a bubble that was flooding in the water. Along this road, we were at the end of our first grade teaching building. In front of the teaching building a row of tall and thick ginkgo trees, at this time the ginkgo hung with trees, green ginkgo leaves are very dense. At that time, the wind was cloudy, and the wind was uncertain, sitting in the window beside Miya Xu favorite to look out the window. I looked up my head and took a photo of the blue sky with my camera. This is the scenery that Miya Xu likes to see, I want to keep a good record of this scenery. It was very quiet and hot summer, only knowing that it was diligently spreading its enthusiasm. The stairs leading to the second floor, as they have been obsolete for many years, and the lime walls have also spotted several pieces of cement, revealing the cement inside. Our classroom is on the second floor, walking left from the stairs, and third. The door of the classroom was not locked, and it opened gently. Over a month, the table and chair fell ash. I went to the third row, leaning against the window, reaching out to the desktop, fingertips on the table, rubbing back and forth on the table, and then I touched two words - Miyaku. At that time, I liked to sneak at him, when I liked it in my heart, quietly repeatedly written his name under the desktop with a pen, written for a long time, and had such a mark. I squatted down and took the two words hidden under the table with my camera. I rubbed the dust on my stool and sat down in my seat. At that time I liked looking over at Miya Xu, he always looked out of the window. I stood up and sat in his seat. Obviously there is no one here, obviously no one will see me here, I still nervously have a layer of sweat. I turned to look out the window. Push the window open, the breeze blows in, and then I stood. The eyes are red without warning. Miya liked to look out the window, I liked to look at his nice side. I thought he was looking out the window in the sky and clouds, and I thought he was looking somewhere, and I thought—I thought he was just looking out the window. It turned out that he was not just looking at the sky, from this angle, to see me in the window glass. He was watching me as I was watching him. Why didn't I understand this until now? The secrets hidden in time, in this moment, were naked before me in such a manner. I raised my camera and took a picture of a bench at the sky, and then I photographed a bench on the table and chair that was reflected in the glass window. I always thought it was really nice to be here! Miya Xu, meet you, like you, even if it is so sad now, I do not feel regret. I was lying on the desk and looked out the window so quietly. If time can press the pause button, how good it should be, I want to save the mood at this moment. I don’t know if it’s because it’s too comfortable or because it’s so quiet around me that I can sleep with my eyes closed. Waking me up was the sound of wind and rain, and the cold rain came in from the window and fell on the cold face. I opened my eyes, for a moment, I couldn't tell when evening, as if there was a teacher's lecture in the ear, the classmates in private, the sound of the interlocutory voice is also clear. However, when I turned back, all like the old photos of the rapidly fading, those vivid phantoms were completely gone, left, only a neat desk bench, covered by a thick layer of dust. The rain grew and the wind was heavier, and the rain out of the window wet my half-side. I turned and wanted to close the window, but as I turned back and put my hand on the window, another hand fell on the window. It was a clear, clean and powerful hand. "Miya? I looked up and saw a strange face. He had a handsome face, a little naturally rolled dark hair, a beautiful eyebrow, and an amber eye with a disgusting look. He was wearing white shirts, black cloth, and his clothes were wet by rain. He stood by the window, holding a window in one hand, pressing on the window. He is not Miya. How could he be Miya? I looked at his face, but slowly came up with a feeling of great acquaintance, like I had seen this man somewhere. "Are you the rain? When I gave my brains back to where I had seen this man, he opened his mouth first. "Who are you? I asked subconsciously. His eyes fell cold at once. Then he pressed the window-sill, his arm was pushed, and the whole man jumped out of the window into the window, squatting on the desk, and the sight was flat with me. And his other hand, clicking directly, closed the open window. The wind and rain were locked out of the window, the rain was hit on the window, crackling. I was frightened by his sudden move, stalemated in the place, and could not move for a moment. “I heard Yaya say, it’s you. His tone was faint, with a kind of alienation thousands of miles away, "the man who went diving with Miyaku." My hand was fisted, lowering his head, and the long Liu Hai blocked my eyes. I nodded, “Well, it’s me. "That's you! He squatted on the table before me, and the beads of water on his body condensed and fell. I looked at my feet and finally remembered where I had seen this man. On July 28, in the cemetery of Miyaxu, he bent over to help me pick up a white rose. Outside winds and rain, blurred windows, the wind blown the wind, the wind blown the twinkkg branches, thick green almost to drip out the water through the window, the short silence swallowed the classroom, only heard the sound of wind and rain, and my breathing and heartbeat. I dare not look up at him. Although I do not know him, he will appear in front of Miyao's tombstone, surely know Miyao Xu! What is he doing here? I don’t know if he was a school with me, but I haven’t seen him in the three years of this school. And a boy like him, if it were this school, I should have heard directly or indirectly about it. Who is he? Why are you here? “You… are you okay? " he asked hesitantly, "You won't cry, will you? I looked up at him, and the expression on his face seemed softer. He looked at my face carefully and said to a little relief: “I thought you wept.” `Why should I cry?