Golden Greenery

Holding a small flower umbrella from the piggy cart in his hand. Look at this guy's taste? Zhuoyang walked in the dark and slippery campus with a slander in his heart. The rain falls on the branches on both sides of the road, and then gathers into large drops of water and falls to the ground. Some drops of water fall on the umbrella cloth in the dark night, and the sound of "bang bang" and the sound of "rustling" of the rain blend together , like the rhythm and drums in light music.

The winter rain is like mist and smoke, floating lightly on the floor tiles and dead branches and leaves on the campus road, soaking the ground and the day. The mist that comes with the rain is like an inextricable mosaic, blurring everything in front of you.

The street lamps in the distance emit dim orange light, like the red eyes of drunks, and the lights form a cold halo in the rain. Occasionally, one or two sluggish lights can be seen from the buildings beside the road, like the tiredness of people dozing off.

Zhuoyang is still very excited now, the first big victory in the C-League, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol and beautiful girls just now, made him not want to go back to the lonely bed in the dormitory right away, he likes to breathe heavily like this moist air.

It was already late, Zhuoyang wandered aimlessly in the rain on the campus, and unknowingly came to the dance building. He is very familiar with this place. In the dance building, there is the third-grade classroom of Resakova and the others in the classical department. Except on game days, he often waits for Reisa here after class, and then goes to the restaurant for dinner hand in hand.

On the roof of the five-story dance building, there is a rather large terrace.

There should be no noise from the rain on the terrace, right?

Walking up the stairs slowly, when passing by the second floor, Zhuoyang saw the door of a large classroom was ajar, which is usually used for vocal exercises such as chorus. The big classroom is huge, and there are seven or eight sets of chandeliers on the ceiling. At this time, only the innermost set of small chandeliers is on, and most of the classroom looks dim.

Zhuoyang walked over curiously, and gently pushed the open door slowly.

The door made no sound.

The corridor is dark, and the gate is also dark. Only the innermost end of this classroom has a little light on the entire floor.

Zhuoyang glanced around the classroom casually, as if there was no one there.

Which careless fellow forgot to turn off the lights? he thought to himself.

Just as he was about to step into the classroom and turn off the lonely lamp, Zhuoyang saw the two people in the corner.

There is a single sofa in the corner, and a man is sitting on the sofa. The man is very strange.

The man's trousers were down to his ankles, and he lay naked on the back of the sofa. And on the carpet in front of him, there was a woman kneeling. The woman's head was buried between the man's legs, and her short golden shoulder-length hair gently undulated as her head went up and down.

The woman is Raisakova!

Resakova seemed to sense something, she stopped, and looked at the door of the classroom suspiciously, but there was nothing there, no one was there.

She stood up, walked towards the door, and looked into the dark corridor. It seemed that there was a vague figure turning down the stairs, but there seemed to be nothing. Resakova hesitated for a while, then shook her head, maybe she was thinking too much?

Gently closing the door, a towering man was still waiting for her inside.

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The winter rain drips unhurriedly into the soil, like tears of pity from the sky, mixed with a touch of desolation and melancholy, floating towards the emerald green plantains. In the dark night, it seems that there is a boy walking alone in the rain and tears with an umbrella, and the tears condensed on the tip of the banana leaf are dripping in the sad drizzle.

Zhuoyang didn't know how he left there, and his mind was in chaos. Although he was still just an innocent young boy, he knew what those two people were doing.

Zhuoyang doesn't know what kind of emotion he is now, anger, sadness, despair, entanglement, pain, nausea, desolation, disappointment... It seems that there is no emotion at all.

It seems to have a little bit. Zhuoyang was like a body walking in the rain, inside it was empty, without emotion, consciousness, or viscera.

The night became darker, and the boy gradually walked away holding a small flower umbrella, and the rain and mist could no longer see his figure clearly. Inside Zhuoyang's empty body, a trace of sadness slowly rose up, then slowly permeated, and then occupied the whole body.

Teenagers don't know what it means to be sad, they fall in love with high-rise buildings, and forcefully express their sorrows in order to write new words.

Every immature teenager has experienced some ups and downs in life, but how can a teenager's emotions be profound?

I think heart-piercing rock is pain, I think losing butterflies in the flowers is sadness, I think watching a tearful movie can understand sadness, I think love letters will be extremely desolate after being torn to pieces by my deskmate.

However, at this moment, all the negative emotions come together, and there is only sadness. For the first time in his life, seventeen-year-old Zhuoyang felt a real emotional sadness.

It's not sadness, it's not anger, it's not pain.

It's just very simple yet deeply sad!

Zhuoyang is a simple person, he will divide things simply.

After coming to Hannover, he had heard about the legend of Resakova, and had gossiped about her anecdotes when chatting with Mark. But when he fell in love with Risa, he simply divided Raisakova into the legendary Raisakova and the Risa in front of him, or knew the former Raisakova and the Ruisa who fell in love with him. Sarah.

In his subconscious mind, there were two different women, one existed in the scandals that had been circulated, and the other was real and alive in front of his eyes.

And in the scene just now, the two Raisakova merged into one.

Zhuoyang is a clear person, he loves all the beauty in the world.

Zhuo Yang Aretha? The answer is undoubtedly yes. Beautiful, sexy, enthusiastic, cute, fashionable, smart, and tender, these are the labels Zhuoyang puts on Reisa in his heart, and it is also all his feelings for Reisa.

Does Raisa love Zhuoyang? Zhuoyang believed that she loved him. He could understand the tenderness and love in Ruisa's eyes, and often held her in his arms. Ruisa put her ear on Zhuoyang's chest and murmured to herself: Zhuoyang, I love you, I love you...

First love will spontaneously form a sense of perfection and ritual deep in the heart of a teenager, and even become a self-explanatory fantasy dream.

The perfection created in the subconscious made Zhuoyang ignore the age gap and the difference in psychological experience between him and her, as well as the rumors circulating in the market.

Zhuoyang is a proud man, he rejects all attempts at humiliation.

He didn't break through the filthy place, and he didn't get angry and beat up the ugliness on the spot, just like those heroes in the old version of "Water Margin" he watched when he was five years old.

The arrogance and pride in his bones made Zhuoyang feel that it was a humiliation to continue to face that scene, whether it was peaceful or violent, it was an insult to himself.

So, Zhuoyang left quietly, or rather, he escaped silently.

Avoidance is one of the oldest and best human behaviors. Homo sapiens invented stone spears in order to avoid and fight against the pursuit of Neanderthals; primitive humans built semi-tavern houses in order to avoid the attacks of wild animals; Departed from the coast and walked towards the whole earth.

We all, unconsciously, run from poverty, from ignorance, from responsibility, from darkness, from depression.

Zhuoyang's departure was a kind of escape, and if he became angry and acted, it would also become a kind of escape. Escape from the love he once had, the kindness his father inherited from him, and his own heart.

How can we not escape? Only by bravely facing one's own heart and admitting the truth of one's heart bravely, all behaviors will undergo qualitative changes, become challenges, and become desires. Just like our ancestors!

Bravery is the noblest quality of human beings! —— Zhuo Tongtong

Zhuoyang walked aimlessly in the rain, the rain became heavier and heavier, wet his trousers and back, and tiny water droplets began to flow from his hair. The freezing rain in the cold night made him start to regain consciousness, Zhuoyang was very cold.

Zhuoyang was overwhelmed by the sad mood and cold body, he had no experience and experience to deal with such emotions. But what about experience?

When negative emotions are pervasive, people need to vent. Some people choose alcohol, some choose indulgence, some choose violence, and some choose to talk.

Zhuoyang chose the piano.