Yu Xia Pei Ran's Beautiful Prose

Summer rain came unexpectedly, thunder exploded in the narrow space between buildings, and lightning tried to lick the closed glass window like a letter from a poisonous snake. The hibiscus tree under the window shook its beautiful head in the strong wind, and the silky hibiscus flower was embraced by the strong wind in the torrential rain, leaving a messy kiss on the window. Cheng Weina curled up under the quilt in summer like a docile cat, opened his eyes wide and watched the fleeting light and shadow of lightning penetrate the curtains on the wall. The lightning in front of her didn't bring her any fear, but it was pleasant, because she liked to hide in the bedroom and listen to the tyrannical rain. There is a world outside, and the bedroom is another world. In this world, you can listen to the voice of another world. This is comfort. Very abusive, this is the most pertinent evaluation she gave herself. I remember the first time she left her mother's warm bed. It was such a night. Mother has to work the night shift from time to time. She must exercise herself to stay at home alone and face such an uneasy night. That night, there was nothing but thunder, wind and rain. She thought she would cover her head with a quilt and scream, and she also made thousands of psychological preparations for it. Thunder rumbled outside the window, and she thought she would scream through the thunder and stop her mother next door. But the thunder was about to subside, and she didn't say a word. From that night on, she found that she was really abused. When I was in first grade, my mother didn't screw her. She changed a more masculine name-Cheng Weinan. Now, she can't remember her previous name. In the past, she would listen to tyranny. Thunder, wind and rain suddenly fell asleep, but tonight, the night is deep and she is still blinking in the dark. She kept thinking about how good it would be to go back to last night and the rain. Yesterday's job fair, she left again in a fit of pique. The work didn't give her a chance, and the rainstorm followed.

A few hundred meters away, she will be home, but the rainstorm mercilessly trapped her under the rain curtain of a convenience store. She knew that if she ran home from the rainstorm, it would be worse than getting soaked. But she decided to go through a storm because she couldn't stand the eyes of the convenience store owner. Although her back is to the convenience store, she can feel her scanner-like eyes searching back and forth. She bit her teeth. I don't know if it's to cheer myself up or to resent the convenience store owner. She rushed into the rainstorm and died tragically. It was not until she rushed in that she realized that her courage was too thin in the face of heavy rain. After a few steps, the clothes were soaked. Heavy raindrops hit my face, cold and painful. She can't open her eyes and can't see the way. She could only cover her eyes with her hands and run home. When she saw the dazzling lights of the car in the rain curtain, she realized that she was standing in the middle of the road in despair. With a screeching brake, she fell down. It's over this time. I have no job yet. What's more, I talked about a vigorous love, and my beautiful youth confessed to an ugly death in the rainstorm under this cold wheel. How unfair! I'm dead. Why is the rainstorm still washing me away? She opened her eyes and saw a tall figure crouching under the dazzling light. Then the rain flooded into her eyes and she had to close them. "How are you?" Through the heavy rain, a harsh voice sounded in her ear. Fortunately, she heard a voice, not a ghost, and she is still alive. Being washed away by the heavy rain and lying on the cold road is worse than death. She wanted to sit up, but she felt that she had left the cold road and was being picked up by a pair of powerful arms. There is no rain on her, not that the rain has stopped. She is already on the co-pilot of the car. "Are you all right?" The man asked eagerly. She didn't speak, just combed her hair washed away by the heavy rain. At this time, it is no longer called hair, but it is curled and stuck together. Even so, she should try her best to straighten up, and her image is very important. Even if you lose your life, you can't lose your image. "Are you dying?" The man may see that she is all right, but he changed his tone and replaced it with indifference. In Cheng Weina's feeling, it is colder than the rainstorm outside the car. "Yes!" Cheng Weinan's answer is crisp. "Hum!" The man was obviously angry and said, "Then why did you run into the middle of the road?" Don't hide when you see a car? ""It's raining so hard, how do I know where the middle of the road is? " She speaks slowly. Hair can only be like this, she began to twist the water on her clothes, and the rain went straight to the seat. Without looking up, she continued, "Why should I hide? "In my contest with the car, I am a vulnerable group.

I have three choices, one is to stand still, the other is to hide to the right, and the third is to hide to the left. I don't know where your car is hidden. If we hide in one direction, I'm dead. I can't see the car clearly in the rain, but you can see me in the car, so I'd rather choose the middle route, which is also the safest route in theory. ""Are you a liberal arts major? " The man asked, how do you know? "Cheng Weina listened to this question, paused, but did not look up. He continued to wring water from his clothes under the car seat. "Science students face problems rationally, and they also know the principle of mechanical movement. They will use sports to avoid danger, while liberal arts students will look at problems with perceptual knowledge. When faced with danger, they will choose to resign themselves to fate. "The man said coldly. As soon as she heard this, her anger came at once. Isn't it obvious to satirize liberal arts students? She is worried that she can't find a job in the liberal arts class, and some people even cheer at this time and make fun of her as a liberal arts student. The water in her hand splashed everywhere, and her almond eyes were round and glaring. "Are you a liberal arts student? Your whole family is ... "She swallowed the latter words forcefully. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Altitude 1.85 meters, golden proportion figure, the best layout of five senses, and the brightest skin color among yellow people. Male god! Absolute male god! "I am a liberal arts student, but my family is not all liberal arts students. "The man said coldly, liberal arts have you? "She stared at the man intently, as if she were mumbling. She always thought that liberal arts students were in the same mood as Hao. She once commented on Hao's mood and was moderately disabled. She pities this handsome appearance and can only be wronged among beautiful men. "What's the matter with me? Not worthy to be a liberal arts student? ""Match, match, "she said quickly, suddenly feeling something was wrong." Match, match, not bah. "Well," said the man impatiently, "since it's all right, get off. I have to hurry. " "Get off?" She turned to look at the downpour outside the car, then at the male god, thinking, what male god? I know nothing about passion. She pushed open the car door cruelly, and the rainstorm immediately flooded in, and she couldn't help shivering. "Let's give it a try. "The male god said. As soon as she put out her foot, she shrank back and quickly said thank you. She thought, the male god is the male god, not without pity, but grasping the temperature. "Where do you live? "The male god looked at the rainstorm outside the window and asked." The first hospital relatives courtyard. "She said. As soon as the man hit the steering wheel, he returned to the car and drove to the family courtyard of the First Hospital. She stole a look at the goddess. Cold! Heroic! Domineering! Handsome! What other words are there? I really can't think of any good words in my mind. She can only mix meat and vegetables like this. A few hundred meters away, it will arrive soon. When getting off the bus, the male god handed her a business card and said, "If you feel unwell, call me." It was not until the car was out of sight that she put down her waving hand. She looked at her business card by the light of the voice control light at the door of the unit. "Lin Sinan" has such a fate. My name is Wei Nan, and his name is Sinan. Suddenly, she no longer hates this sudden rainstorm. Maybe the rainstorm is just to create an earth-shattering marriage. Let the storm come more violently! She opened her arms. I wonder when the rainstorm will get smaller. When she sneezed two or three times in a row, she realized that narcissism could not stop the chill brought by wet clothes. When she took a hot bath and lay on the soft bed, her mind was still reviewing the face of the male god over and over again. That face is so deep that it only blurs when sneezing. Tonight, the rainstorm came again, but last night's adventure will not come again. If she can cross, she won't have to cross to Datang to be an imperial concubine. She just needs to experience the rainstorm last night again and be in danger. It's really abuse! She opened her mouth in the dark.