barcelona summer

It rained all day and all night.

García said it was rare for Barcelona to rain for so long in summer.He said this is normal in China, where it rains in summer and dries in winter.

"Really? That's nice, I hate wet winters."

They eat grilled fish and drink beer in restaurants.The surfers leave the hotel tomorrow, and it's college time.

"What about you? When are you going to leave?"

the Madrid man asked him.He shrugged and said his room was due this weekend, and he didn't know what would happen after that.

"Anyway, it's a miracle to meet you here."

"China doesn't talk about miracles," he said.

"Then what did you say?"

"fate."

"So that's it, he really is a great writer, haha."

They laughed and toasted.He also drank beer, but not as much as others.Spaniards drink alcohol like drinking water, which is incomparable.

Halfway through the drink, he excused himself to go to the bathroom to urinate, but in fact he went to take a breather.The beer was delicious, but he was slightly drunk after drinking a glass.Fortunately, the smell of rain eased the drunkenness, and there was a cool evening breeze. The bathroom of this tavern had a skylight, through which one could see the heavy rain outside.

He suddenly thought of Roland, wondering if he went to the beach to remember Pedro at this time.

The feast lasted until ten o'clock before they returned to the hotel in the rain.The girls are also here, and they will not go back to the city tonight. The three girls have opened a big room together, right next door to him.He didn't care about it, and he didn't feel too embarrassed when he met them in the hallway wearing a small vest and going to the bathroom to take a shower.A friend's girlfriend is no longer a woman to some extent, and he has always been very clear about which women he can touch and which women he can't.

After he himself took a shower, it was past eleven o'clock. He was lying on the bed listening to the sound of rain, and his thoughts suddenly drifted back to the motherland across the sea.He thought of the girls he had dated with, there were three in total, one was his first love in junior high school, one was when he was in college, and the last one was after he became a writer.Three girlfriends, the longest one only dated for one year, the one from college, near graduation she asked him about his future, and asked him if he would marry her.He truthfully replied that he did not know.As far as he is concerned, it is better not to take things too seriously in the future, so as not to cause trouble for himself.

But she didn't see it that way, she thought it was irresponsible for him to do so.But he has always walked like this. In his 22 years of life, he has always taken one step at a time, convinced that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain... Anyway, she left him, and now it has been five years. How are you doing?

Later, the object of the relationship was a novel editor, and the two separated because of differences-she wanted him to write something that readers liked, but he only wanted to write what he wanted to write.Perhaps their relationship was originally a mistake, and it was two lonely people who got together temporarily to keep warm.But no matter what, he was still moved during the relationship.

His first love was a little girl learning to dance, who looked like some kind of animal, a fox?It may also be an Akita dog, which is ugly but cute.He was attracted to her as soon as he saw her. He was 13 years old at the time, the age when he first fell in love.It's a pity that their story only lasted for one winter vacation. She found him the day before the end of the winter vacation and told him not to date him after school started.He understood what she meant, so he hardly spoke to her for the remaining two and a half years of junior high school.

He never saw them again, but he had all their cell phone numbers in his mind.Thinking of them now, he felt half nostalgic and half guilty.Maybe he's not suitable for a relationship, or maybe he's not suitable for dating anyone at all.He was out of gregarious since he was a child, and he had an extremely indifferent attitude towards things that he could not understand.The summer when he was a child was often accompanied by a lot of summer homework. He never did it because it was meaningless. When he was in school, he never had the experience of defaulting on his homework because he felt it was necessary.He can find a reason for everything, and he doesn't do it first and then find a reason, he starts doing it first when he has a reason.

Others say that he is a weirdo, but he himself knows that he is a weirdo, so he writes novels.

I fell asleep in a daze, and this time I forgot to close the window.In the middle of the night, he was woken up by the wind, and it was already 02:30 in the morning.It was still raining outside, which gave people the illusion that rain was the norm, and sunny days were scarce.

He got out of bed, closed the window, and took a big gulp from the mineral water bottle.Fortunately, he didn't catch a cold anymore, so he lay down again and closed his eyes.But sleepiness never came again.After half an hour, he knew that he would not be able to fall asleep again, so he sat up again, thinking about his next plan in front of the dim window.

He has been in Spain for 20 days, but apart from an occasional trip to downtown Barcelona to visit art galleries, he continues to stay on this beach.What was it about this beach that attracted him?He asked himself the question, but could not find the answer.No, actually he knew, but he just didn't want to say it.He tried to lie to himself that he didn't stay because of Roland.However, the fact is that if the hotel owner had been someone else, he would have left Barcelona for Madrid long ago.

The so-called travel is to go from one place to another when you are tired of staying.

He hasn't gotten tired of it yet, because of Roland.

He put on his clothes and went downstairs.The lobby lights were on, but no one was there.Surfing equipment is piled up in one corner, and a few umbrellas are stuck in a cylinder by the door.If he opened a hotel by himself, he thought, he would never be so big-hearted.Unattended?Don't lock the door either?Impossible in China.Not that he belittles his country, but it does.There are bad people in Spain, and there are bad people everywhere in the world, but in different degrees.

He pulled out an umbrella and went outside.

The wind was blowing and the rain was blowing on his face. It was cool, but very comfortable.Is this what it feels like when waves hit your face while surfing?Should have tried surfing, he thought, instead of running.Although running is very good, after all, it is a little worse than surfing.

He couldn't say what it was, even though he was a writer, and it was his job to translate unspoken concepts into words.but……

Anyway, I'm here for vacation, so don't get too entangled in the details.He walked casually, and it didn't matter if the wind and rain wet his trousers.He didn't even want to hold an umbrella, but he was worried that his frail body would catch cold again, so he reluctantly held on to the small lacquered umbrella.

He knew exactly where he was going—the beach.

Sure enough, Roland was there. The originally tall man looked so small in the wind and rain, which made people feel distressed.He walked over quietly and sat beside him.If Roland didn't care about the wet sand, neither did he.

"The weather is nice, huh?"

He casually made up an opening remark, and Roland slowly turned his head to look at him without commenting.So he asked again:

"Can't sleep?"

"What about you?"

"I was woken up by the wind in the middle of the night and I forgot to close the window again."

"Be careful, don't catch a cold again."

"Don't worry, my health has improved a lot."

As he spoke, he took out lemon candy from his pocket, took out one and threw it into his mouth, then handed the tin box to Roland.

"Any candy?"

Without much hesitation, Roland also took out a candy and put it in his mouth.

"I eat sugar to quit smoking," he said. "Not because of my sweet tooth."

"Um……"

"What about him? Does he have a sweet tooth?"

"No." Roland replied. "He's Spanish and he only likes meat."

"anything else?"

"Dumplings...he likes almost all Chinese food."

"It's been three years, and you still can't forget him."

"It's only been three years, and that's what you once corrected me."

He laughed, and Roland laughed too, and they each ate another candy.

"It's raining so hard," he said. "Rare in Spain, isn't it?"

"..."

"what happened?"

"It was also such a heavy rainy day when he died."

"Um……"

"I advised him not to go, but he insisted on rushing, because the game is coming soon."

"Yeah, I can understand that feeling."

"I can understand that too, but only he would take the risk... Do you know what he told me before that?"

"what?"

"The underwater world is very beautiful, because there is a place where the light on the ground cannot reach. What do you think he means?"

"Perhaps, he feels that the world on the ground is impure."

Roland nodded.

"I thought the same, so I blamed myself for not being able to stop him from dying."

"Don't blame yourself. This is his own idea. You can stop it once, but you can't stop it the second time."

"You know that in Spain, same-sex marriage is allowed," Roland said.

"I know."

"But I'm a foreigner, so this regulation doesn't apply to us, isn't it a pity?"

"It's a pity." He said, looking at the rain and fog in the distance. "But marriage is just a formality after all, isn't it? As long as we're together?"

"No," Roland shook his head. "You do not understand."

"Yeah, I don't understand..."

Silence, while the rain is getting bigger and bigger.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Roland broke the silence and asked him.

"Pass it in," he said. "Actually, I was thinking about them just now."

"Then can you tell me why men like women?"

"Because women are beautiful, some are very gentle, some are very cute, their skin is white and tender, and the flesh on their faces is round..."

He laughed as he spoke, and confessed that he didn't understand either.

"Anyway, I just like it. I want to keep looking at her door and be watched by them until I die."

Roland sighed, then smiled, and said:

"It seems that love is all the same."

"Love is always the same." He also said.

They go back to the hotel together.

His lower body was soaked, but it was so late that he couldn't take a shower anymore, so he simply dried himself off and turned on the bed.At last the drowsiness came again, and at the moment when he was about to fall asleep, he felt that he had probably found what he wanted to find in Spain, so it was time to leave.

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