Chapter 1432 Rain and Flowers

Lin Nian stood under the eaves of the teaching building of Shilan High School, watching the rain forming countless lines and flowing into the canals on the ground, swaying and drifting away with the paper boat folded with the test paper.

The whole world was shrouded in monotonous and repetitive noises, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the raindrops pulled up the curtain between people and cities, and between people.

I still remember that when he was a child, he always liked to open his mouth to catch rainwater from the sky. After his sister found out, she stopped him from doing so. She said that rainwater was actually very dirty, and a lot of dust condensed in it. In the process of rainwater formation, dust in the air is often included as condensation nuclei, including solid suspended particles such as smoke and dust.

But no matter what his sister said at that time, he didn't believe it, because the rainwater looked so clean when it fell into his hands, where was there any dust.

After understanding his thoughts, his sister didn't get angry, but changed her approach, taking him to the eaves and asking him to take a closer look at the city in the rain. In his puzzled eyes, his sister asked him, what color does this city look like in your eyes now?

Under the eaves, Lin Nian cast his eyes towards the playground of Shilan Middle School. Everything was blurry in such weather. The whole world was shrouded in gray, as if the original bright colors had been washed away by the rain.

The person squatting in the rain also lost his color. He grew like a mushroom in the green lawn, but Lin Nian knew that it couldn't be a mushroom. First of all, he was too big. Secondly, the lawn of Shilan Middle School has always been a simulated lawn. The maintenance cost of real lawn is too high. The budget was cut by the school a long time ago.

Lin Nian looked back behind him. The blonde girl was dozing in front of the podium in the classroom behind her. The flowers in the potted plants grew beautifully and brightly. The blackboard behind her was covered with all kinds of incomprehensible vine-like words, one circle after another, like some kind of nested matrix. The blackboard of the entire campus was part of the huge project. No one knew how many times she had calculated these troublesome things when she was bored, but she was still enjoying it until now.

Lin Nian retracted his gaze, without asking any questions, just turned around and walked out of the heavy rain.

The raindrops hitting his body caused some tearing pain, but he ignored those abnormal phenomena and walked straight forward until he noticed the gaze from above behind him, then he stopped on the track of the playground and looked back up.

On the top of the teaching building, the little boy in a suit stood by the window and silently looked at Lin Nian on the edge of the playground. It was hard to tell what emotion was in his gorgeous golden eyes, but he did not stop the other party's behavior, but just quietly watched him walk towards the playground. Just like before, he never praised or denied it.

Lin Nian turned his head silently, walked into the lawn of the playground, stepped on the artificial turf with water, one foot deep and one foot shallow, walked to the center of the lawn like crossing a quagmire, and then stopped.

In front of him, the mushroom growing in the rain in the center of the green grass finally became clear.

That was not a mushroom, it was a boy.

He squatted in the same place, with his back facing him, crouching in the rain in a very strange posture. The bean-sized raindrops hit his back, tearing his skin silently, and blood slid down his jagged back. Even so, he still did not move at all, like a stone statue, standing there motionless.

Lin Nian called the other person's name in the rain, but the sound of the rain was too loud, and the voice was drowned in the gray world as soon as it came out. So he walked to the other person's side, and after seeing the scene in front of the curled up body, he opened his mouth, and finally closed it, falling into silence.

In front of the boy who kept a strange squatting posture, a small white flower on the artificial lawn was submerged in the mud, and the remaining petals were floating in the turbid water. The roots of the flower were broken in the water and flowing with transparent juice.

Indeed, sometimes such things happen, and fresh flowers grow on the artificial lawn.

They were born in the wrong place, growing in artificial lawns, which means that no one will water or fertilize them. Even if the artificial lawn looks green, it is not the same environment as the real lawn.

It is undeniable that she did work hard. She was able to start from a seed under the plastic lawn, gradually being nourished by rain, and began to sprout. She used the unparalleled power of life to break the shackles and force a flower to grow from an unsuitable environment. It was so bright and bright that everyone who passed by would take a second look and feel her thriving and tenacity.

The moment Lin Nian saw this scene, he knew the old story.

When she showed the tender buds, a boy passed by and found her. He happily tried to water her, try to maintain her, hold an umbrella for her, shelter her from the wind and rain, and drive away everyone who tried to trample on her. He cared for her meticulously, thinking that it could last forever.

Every time the boy came to visit the little white flower, he responded with good expectations. It seems that the existence of this flower itself is special. The real flowers growing in the artificial lawn are so meaningful and extraordinary. They symbolize the rebellion of life and sing the greatness of rebellion.

But until one day, at a certain moment, the boy sat in the classroom as usual. The study task that day was very heavy. The teacher was nagging about the key points of the exam on the podium. The bell for the end of get out of class had already rung, but the teacher didn't let him go. It happened to be raining heavily outside the window. He sat in the classroom anxiously, worried about the safety of the little white flower.

He thought about asking his deskmate, who was like a psychopath and liked to wear a suit to class every time, for help, but the younger brother ignored his request and sarcastically told him to do his job instead of running to the playground all day to mess with the flower.

He asked for help from his good brother in the next class who always supported him, but his good brother was detained in the office and was tortured by the head of the grade, the principal and the parents. He was helpless.

Finally, he made up his mind to skip class, ran out of the classroom under the pretext of going to the toilet and having diarrhea, and ran to the playground in the heavy rain. The last thing he saw was this scene in front of him.

The white flower was broken in the mud, the roots and stems were broken, and the petals were scattered.

No one knew how she died, whether she died in the trampling of students playing football on the lawn, or in the sudden heavy rain, or in a strong wind before the heavy rain, or in the bite of a stray dog ​​that strayed into the playground - there were too many, too many reasons for her to die, or perhaps it was incredible that she fell in the mud until now.

Obviously, you shouldn't have expected it. If you see a white flower on the lawn one day, you shouldn't think about how to take care of it and cultivate it. In fact, you should know in your heart that maybe the next time you pass by here, the flower will disappear. As for where it went, no one cares. It's probably dead.

The boy may feel very guilty. If he hadn't watered it at the beginning, the bud would never bloom, never really grow into a flower, and naturally it wouldn't fall in the mud of wind and rain.

You long to have her, she blooms, and once you have her, she withers.

Lin Nian stood in the rain for a long time, motionless. The rain tore him into a bloody man. The blood mixed with the boy's blood formed a pool of blood. They stood in the pool of blood so quietly, giving each other silence to think about this scene.

Abandoning anger, abandoning self-blame, abandoning sad thoughts, those extra emotions were drowned in the noise of the rain, giving the two people a moment of tranquility.

Who killed the white flower on the lawn? Was it the heavy rain, or the bad boy playing football, or the unsuitable environment of the artificial lawn, or the boy himself who was determined to cultivate the buds into flowers.

After the white flowers withered, who should the angry boy take revenge on? Is it the school that transplanted this artificial lawn, or the world that was not kind enough to rain, or the bad boy who stepped on the lawn while playing football?

And how much would the boy have to pay to vent his anger, not hesitating to blow up the whole school, tear off the whole lawn, or simply set the whole sky on fire?

Before getting this answer, the boy had been squatting in front of the rain, guarding the petals withering in the mud, thinking constantly until he was numb, until he was so tired that his brain was blank, emptying his body to the limit, as if expecting time to give him an answer.

After a long enough time of emptying, the boy heard a footstep in the rain.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, very staggering, muddy, but so persistent.

He raised his head and saw Lin Nian, who was covered in blood. The golden pupils on his bloody face were dim and beautiful.

"I'm sorry, Lu Mingfei, I don't want this to happen either." The other party said softly, "If you want to blame someone, blame me."

The boy looked at Lin Nian. He should have questioned something angrily and vented something, but in the end he found that he couldn't say anything to the person in front of him in a calm state.

Those accusations and questions that were brewed in endless thinking seemed so powerless in the face of the silent gaze of the dim golden pupils. There may be many reasons in the world that caused the flower to wither, but these faults cannot be attributed to this person.

Lin Nian may be sorry for many other people, but he is only worthy of the boy in front of him. But no matter what, Lin Nian wants to say sorry, needs to say sorry, just because he thinks he is short of an apology from this boy. He gave up tit-for-tat, gave up preaching and explanation.

The boy can be sorry for anyone, but he only wants to be worthy of Lin Nian. He was quiet and silent for a long time, until finally, he gently held the hand that Lin Nian stretched out to him in the rain, and stood up again. He extinguished the emotions that had been rising in his chest.

There was no argument, no explanation, and no mutual comfort.

The two said nothing, but it seemed that everything had been said.

The two men stood in the heavy rain, their bodies dripping with blood, looking down at the white flowers in the mud, and made the last silent mourning and farewell to her in the noisy rain.