[Twilight] Bright sunshine

Before getting a ride to the University of Washington, I went to a florist and bought a small bouquet of pink tulips.In the Netherlands in June and July, the large tracts of tulip fields should enter the dormant period, and the remaining flowers that are still blooming are quietly staying in flower shops all over the world.

I don't know the flower language of tulips, but I think pink is more to my taste than yellow.

When we meet, we can’t bring each other’s letters as tokens. I asked him to bring a bouquet of tulips, and I also bring a bouquet of tulips, so that when I see people holding tulips in college, I can go up and ask for their names.

The University of Washington has no walls, and the open school is quiet and quiet in the rain.

The century-old Yoshino cherry tree in the school seems to have fallen asleep, and the deep and shallow moss covers the strong trunk of the cherry tree.I stood on the red brick square with my umbrella in hand and tulips in my hands.

The Gothic-style buildings in the rain quietly suppress all the hustle and bustle of the years into a kind of thick and thin.

The library of the university was still open. I walked slowly, squatted on the steps in front of the library, and looked at the active volcano Rainier opposite the school, which was covered with thick snow. It was so white that there was only a line in the hazy weather thin silhouette.

Occasionally, you can see students passing by with skateboards in their hands, and tourists with cameras standing under the cherry blossom trees without peanut leaves, freezing the red bricks on the Red Square.

I don't know when C will come. After all, he is different from me. He has a long journey, and there will always be some unexpected delays. Maybe today's appointment will be ruined because of C's late arrival.

I tried to imagine what clothes C would be wearing, what color tulips he was holding, whether he was a 50-year-old middle-school uncle, or a literary youth in his thirties.

Although I am more inclined to see a stubborn old man with a heart of a child, he knows too much, so much that he has no time to accumulate an ocean of knowledge that is impossible to have.

Of course, no matter what kind of person he is, I decided to entertain him well. Guests from far away can always bring a kind of fresh air to the poor life.

Sometimes I am afraid to deal with those young classmates at Fox School, but I always have a particularly stubborn courage to face the faithful who come to see me.Maybe for me, they always have to go, so I want to show my best side.But those people at Fox have been mixed together from childhood to adulthood, and I can't always be perfect all the time.

After squatting for a long time, my legs were numb, so I stood up and beat my legs.The long hair was a little messy, so I smoothed it out with my rain-stained fingers.Then go up the stairs, and the ornate and heavy library silently greets any guest who walks towards it.The huge porch is composed of vaulted round doors, and when you look up, you can see a large row of huge stained glass windows on the second floor.

The stone angel statues on the doors and windows look up and let the running water slide down their clean cheeks, there is always a kind of loneliness frozen in time.

I stood under the porch for a long time, the flowers in my hands were all splashed by the rain, and I didn't see any tourists with tulips in their hands.

I suddenly thought a little unkindly, C always stuffed tulips into his coat pocket, and then stood in a hidden place to secretly observe me, a silly guy.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is really something that C would do. That hot-tempered, changeable, mean man or uncle often doesn't have the most basic sense of gentlemanly morality.If so, I'd be an idiot.

The rain is gradually getting lighter, and I look at the sky, it may become clear, so I have to put away my umbrella and walk into the library.

As for whether the C believer who has kept me waiting for a long time can find me, that is fate. I calmly decided that this meeting will be a matter of course.Anyway, he knows the address of my home, so I really can't meet at the University of Washington, which covers an area of ​​more than 700 acres, so I can only trouble this guy to go to Forks.

When I walked into the library, someone called me from behind.

"Claire."

The voice was indescribably smooth, it seemed to be whispering, but it seemed to penetrate the air and stab into my back.I was in a trance, completely confused about who here knew me.

It is very instinctive to look back, the library on the first floor is very quiet, individual students sit with their heads down and read books.

No one pays attention to me, and I don't know anyone.The voice just disappeared into the air without leaving a trace.For the first time, I wondered if I had tinnitus from lack of sleep.

Lifting my foot again, I stopped a second before stepping forward, and there was a red tulip under my feet.

The first reaction was that the flowers in my hand fell off, but the pink tulip I bought was obviously different from the color under my feet.Picking up the flowers, I looked back, but found nothing.

Without thinking about it, I walked towards the large European-style white staircase on the second floor. The sunlight broke through the thick haze bit by bit, like a sharp knife edge. I saw the chopped light spots falling on the round stained glass window, bringing Come to the blue light and shadow.I don't know what touched my sensitive nerves, but I always felt a coolness behind my back, as if something was moving along with my steps.

Standing on the stairs, looking down, it was just me, and again I wondered if it was really the lack of sleep.

On the second floor, I walked into the library, and when I entered the door, I saw light outside the wall window in the center of the column.The rain may have just stopped, and the faint light reflects a cool shadow on the colored glass.

A long horizontal wooden table is placed under the vaulted ceiling, and there are bookcases under the tall dome windows.Probably because the final exam was not long ago, there were not many students in the library, and I could only see a dozen or so at a glance.

I came here to see the cherry blossoms in early April this year, and Charlie came with me at that time.He has no problem with me taking the University of Washington as my first choice. Maybe for him, as long as I can grow up safely and healthily, it is the best reward.