Chapter 56

Holding a small flower umbrella from the piggy cart. Look at this guy's taste? Zhuo Yang is walking in the dark and slippery campus. The rain falls on the branches on both sides of the road, and then converges into large drops of water falling to the ground. Some drops fall on the umbrella cloth of the night. The sound of "bang" and the sound of "sand" blend together, like the rhythm and drumbeat in the light music.

The winter rain is like fog and smoke. It spreads in the floor tiles of the campus road, on the withered branches and leaves. It gets wet here and this day. The mist that comes with the rain, like the mosaic that can't be changed, obscures everything in front of us.

The street lamp in the distance emits a dim orange light, just like the red eyes of drunks. The light forms a circle of cold halo in the rain. In the building beside the road, there are one or two listless lights occasionally, like the weariness when people doze off.

Zhuoyang is still very excited now. The first win of the third level league, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol and gorgeous girls just now, makes him not want to go back to the lonely bed in the dormitory immediately. He likes to breathe the cold and humid air with such a big mouth.

Time has been some late, zhuoyangman aimlessly strolled in the rain in the campus, unconsciously came to the dance building. He is very familiar here. In the dance building, there is a third grade classroom of rysakova's classical department. In addition to race day, he often waits for Raisa after class, and then goes to the restaurant hand in hand.

There is a large terrace on the top of the five story dance building.

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

Go up the stairs slowly. When passing the second floor, Zhuoyang saw the door of a big classroom is open. It is usually used for vocal exercises such as chorus. The big classroom is very large. There are seven or eight sets of ceiling chandeliers. At this time, only the inner group of small chandeliers is on, and most of the classrooms are dim.

Zhuoyang curiously walked past and gently pushed open the open door.

The gate made no sound.

The corridor is dark, and the gate is dark. There is only a little light in the innermost end of this classroom on the whole floor.

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

Which careless guy forgot to turn off the light? He thought to himself.

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

There is a circle of single sofa in the corner. There is a man sitting on the sofa. He is very strange.

On the carpet in front of the man, kneeling a woman, a beautiful blonde shoulder length hair gently rises and falls with the head.

Woman is risakova!

It was as if she felt something. She stopped and looked at the door of the classroom in disbelief, but there was nothing there. There was no one there.

She stood up and went to the door. She looked into the dark corridor. It seemed that there was a faint figure turning down the stairs, but there was nothing. Resakova hesitated for a moment, shook her head, maybe she thought more about it?

Gently close the door, there is a man waiting for her.

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the winter rain drips into the soil without hesitation, like pitiful tears in the sky, mixed with a hint of desolation and melancholy, floating to the green banana. In the dark night, it seems that a boy is walking alone with a flower umbrella in the continuous tear rain, and the tears condensed at the tip of banana leaves drop in the sad drizzle.

Zhuoyang didn't know how he left there. His mind was in a mess. Although he was only a young man, he knew what they were doing.

Zhuo Yang doesn't know what kind of mood he is now, anger, sadness, despair, entanglement, pain, nausea, desolation, disappointment There seems to be no emotion, and there seems to be a little. Zhuoyang is like a body walking in the rain, which is empty, without feelings, consciousness, and viscera.

Night more dark, the boy holding a small flower umbrella gradually go far, the rain and fog whirling has not seen his figure clearly. Zhuoyang empty body inside, slowly hazy and a little sad, and slowly filled, and then occupied the whole body.

Young people do not know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, for Fu Xinci said sorrow.

Every young boy has experienced some ups and downs in his life, but how can his feelings be profound?

I thought that heartrending rock was pain, that chasing butterflies in the flowers was sadness, that watching a tearful movie would understand sadness, that love letters would be extremely sad after being torn to pieces by the same table.

However, at this moment, all the negative emotions come together, only sad. For the first time in his life, Zhuo Yang, 17, had a real emotional sadness.

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

It's just very simple and deep sad!

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

When he came to Hanover, he heard about the legend of risakova and gossip about her with mark. But when he fell in love with Risha, he simply divided risakova into the legendary risakova and the Risha in front of him, or knew his former risakova and the Risha in love with him.In his subconscious, there are two different women, one is in the gossip that once spread, the other is in front of his eyes.

In the scene just now, the two risakova became one.

Zhuoyang is a clear man, he loves all the good things in the world.

Is joyan Eliza? There is no doubt that the answer is yes. Beauty, sexuality, passion, loveliness, fashion, cleverness and warmth are the labels Zhuoyang put on her heart, and all his feelings for her.

Is Theresa aizhuoyang? Zhuoyang believes that she loves him. He can see the tenderness and love in her eyes, and often holds her in her arms. She sticks her ear to Zhuoyang's chest and mumbles to herself: Zhuoyang, I love you, I love you

The first love, will spontaneously form a kind of perfect and ritual feeling in the heart of young people, and even become a self fulfilling fantasy dream.

The subliminal perfection made Zhuoyang ignore the age gap between him and her, the difference in psychological experience, and the popular rumors.

Zhuoyang is a proud man. He refuses all the humiliation of his attempts.

He didn't break that dirty place, and didn't attack ugliness with rage on the spot, just like those heroes in the old version of "outlaws of the marsh" he watched when he was five years old, everything was clean with one sword.

Zhuoyang felt that it was a shame to continue to face that scene, no matter peaceful or rough, it was an insult to himself.

So Zhuoyang left quietly, or he escaped quietly.

Escape is one of the oldest and best behaviors of human beings. Homo sapiens invented stone spear in order to escape and resist the pursuit of Neanderthals; primitive humans built half cave houses in order to avoid the attack of wild animals; human ancestors set out from the coast of Africa to the whole earth in order to escape the hunger caused by the decrease of food.

Each of us is unconsciously escaping from poverty, ignorance, responsibility, darkness and depression.

Zhuoyang's departure is a kind of escape. If he is angry, he will also become an escape. Escape the love you once had, the kindness your father gave him, and your heart.

How can we not escape? Only brave to face their own hearts, brave to admit their own inner truth, then all the behavior will have a qualitative change, become a challenge, become a desire. Just like our ancestors!

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

Zhuo Yang is walking aimlessly in the rain. The rain gets bigger and bigger. He has wet his trouser legs and back, and small drops of water begin to flow on his hair. The cold night of ice and rain made him start to regain consciousness. Zhuoyang was very cold.

Sad mood and cold body make Zhuoyang at a loss. He has no experience and experience to deal with such emotions. But what about experience?

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

Zhuoyang chose the piano.