Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 165 Freshmen
"A book is not a safe safe for the mind, is it?" Homer sighed.

"I need a notebook, I need a form for my records, I want to record everything, before I forget, I don't want to miss any important information.

Write down all the stories I have experienced in the past and the adventures in the future, and write them down in this ethereal notebook.

It will suffice for me to tell this story to a few more people afterwards.If all goes well, I'll never need paper again, and I won't need to play with my skin. "

"You've seen and heard too many things you can't bear to forget." The girl shrugged.

"I don't have anything worth writing down, don't write me down, don't waste paper on me."

"Your life has just begun, you shouldn't think like this, but you..." Homer hesitated to speak, and she would never have his participation in her future life.

The girl didn't say a word, Homer worried that she would be completely closed.

He tried to find the right words, to make amends for what he had just said, only to find that he was only drawing black and white.

"Of all the stories you remember, which one is the most beautiful?" the girl asked suddenly.

"The most beautiful one!"

Homer hesitated, thinking.

It's embarrassing to share the most precious story in his heart with someone, and he didn't know anything about this person two days ago.

He wouldn't even tell Elena about it - Elena had always thought that what hung on the wall of their hut was just an ordinary city scene.

If he confides his feelings to the girl in front of him, will she, who grew up underground, understand?

"Summer rain," he decided to tell her.

"Is there anything particularly beautiful?" She frowned mischievously.

"Have you ever seen rain? The kind that falls from the sky."

"No." The girl kept shaking her head.

"Dad won't allow me to go to the ground. But I've climbed up twice and I feel bad up there. It's weird that there are no walls around.

Rain is drops of water falling from the sky. ’ the girl added at last just in case.

But Homer had stopped listening to her.

He seems to have returned to that day again, this is like a kind of spiritism, his soul has left his body, and at this moment his soul has nowhere to go, but it keeps talking, talking...

"It's been a whole month, it's been dry and hot, and my wife is pregnant, and it's painful for her to even breathe, it's like a hot fire is roasting us.

There was only one electric fan in one of the wards in the maternity hospital, and the wife kept complaining about how stuffy she felt.It was hard for me to breathe because of her.

It was unbearable: we had been trying for years to not conceive, and the doctors liked to scare us with miscarriages.

In this way, even if it is safer to wait in the maternity hospital, it is better for the pregnant woman to go home and lie down to recuperate.

Later, the due date passed, but there was no movement in my belly, and my uterus did not contract. But I couldn't ask for leave from my boss every day.

And I also heard that if the baby is not born after the due date, the baby may have died.

This news made me lose my self-confidence even more, which undoubtedly made the situation worse.

I was busy with work at the time, so I stood by the window immediately after work.

There were no phones in the tunnels, so I went to all the stations to make sure there were no missed calls.

Finally, I received a message from the doctor—'Call back quickly. '

I found a quiet place and started dialing. What I was afraid to hear was that I was going to bury my wife and children with my own hands. I was a paranoid fool. "

Homer stopped talking and listened to the girl's reaction.

The girl did not interrupt him, but left all the questions until later.

"People kept saying to me: Congratulations, your son is born.

It's a miracle that my wife escaped from death too...

I'm back on the ground - it's raining, cool rain.

The air immediately becomes fresh, clear and transparent.

The city seems to be wrapped in a curtain full of dust, and the summer rain washes away all the dust.

The leaves are radiant, the clouds in the sky are finally floating, and the houses are being washed.

That rain, I still can't forget it, it is a memory that I will cherish forever.

I ran down Tverskaya Street to a flower shop, crying tears of happiness.

I have an umbrella, but I didn't open it, I want to get in the rain, I want to feel the rain.

In the eyes of others, I am a fool.

Do not open an umbrella, but hold it in your hand.

But they didn't know how happy and excited I was.

Now I have no way to describe the scene at that time in words. It seems that my son was not born, but I was born again.

For the first time, the world presented itself to me in this way, so clean and fresh, as if the umbilical cord had just been cut, and I had just been taken to take my first bath in my life.

Now everything is born again, all sins are washed away by the rain, and all mistakes made can be corrected.

It was as if I had two lives.

What I failed to accomplish, my son can continue to accomplish.

Life has just begun, and for all of us life has just turned the first page..."

Homer stopped and looked at the Stalinist ten-story buildings one after another in the pink haze of the summer evening, amid the noise of Tverskaya Street.

Breathe the sweet car exhaust, close your eyes, and use your cheeks to get close to the downpour of summer.

It was a life, a witness to new life.

He is also a listener who accepts all his pain and unwillingness.

The rain in summer is the beautiful thing that I remember the most.

After he came to his senses, traces of rain from that day seemed to still be shining on his cheeks and corners of his eyes.

He wiped the tears away quickly with his sleeve.

"That is to say." The girl was even shyer than Homer.

"Maybe the rain is really beautiful. I don't have that kind of memory, can I keep your beautiful rain in my heart, if you agree?"

"I want to appear in your book. You must know that I am the main thread of the whole book. This is what you promised me before." She said mischievously.

"It's still too early." The doctor on the side said firmly.

Sasha couldn't explain to this cold man how much what she asked meant to her.

Sasha took a breath to say something, but said nothing, just waved her uninjured hand and turned away.

"It's nothing, just bear with it. Are your legs already healed? Then get up and walk slowly."

The doctor packed all the tools into a battered polyethylene bag and shook Homer's hand.

"Come back in an hour or two. The leader ordered to watch closely. We owe you, you know."

(End of this chapter)