Attempted first love

Exhibit day is scheduled for Saturday.

But since we parted ways on Monday, the rain hasn't stopped for several days, and it's getting heavier and heavier.

Haicheng's weather forecast changes frequently, making it hard to believe.On Friday afternoon, the Meteorological Observatory issued three blue rainstorm warnings one after another, reminding the general public to travel carefully, but surprisingly, the rain stopped.

Several days of heavy rain trapped people at home. Taking advantage of the time to breathe, Xia Yan ran out of the house and went to the convenience store at the entrance of the community to buy supplies.

The sky is as cloudy as yellow soup, the plants on both sides of the road are scattered, and the water is up to the ankles.Although the rain had stopped, the air was very humid, and the clothes were sticky and wrapped around my body, giving me the illusion of being drenched by the rain.

Jumping over several puddles in a row, Xia Yan stood on the carpet at the entrance of the convenience store, stomping his feet to shake off the water droplets hanging on his body, and heard the two old people who were paying at the side talking to the clerk.

"The last time it rained so heavily was nine years ago, right? Many people died, and two bridges collapsed."

"The forecast says there will be heavy rain, so it's time to suspend work and school!" An old man said indignantly, "Go back and call your son to come back. Are you going to die at work?!"

After paying the bill, the two sighed heavily and walked out from Xia Yan's side.

After a few words, the drizzle began to fall in the air again. The old man walked down the steps with his arms. As soon as he opened the umbrella, the ribs of the umbrella were lifted by the strong wind and blown far away. Finally, it fell on the central flower bed, like a wounded falling bird. big bird.

Xia Yan grabbed the old man who was going to pick up the umbrella, and handed over the umbrella in his hand. After several times of tugging, the two finally accepted it, and hurriedly left.

Suspending work and suspending school... Xia Yan raised his head and swept the drizzle outside the window, and quickly bought things by chance.When checking out, the fourth rainstorm warning for today will automatically pop up on the screen of the mobile phone.

He cleared the message quite upset, and after scanning the QR code to pay, he put the hood of the sweater on his head and prepared to run home.

The rain fell in an instant.

It's like drawing a knife on a balloon filled with water, and all the water will fall down in one hectare.

The body that had already stepped out of the eaves was affected. Although he quickly retracted his steps, the hem of the sweater and trousers were still wet.

The clerk kindly pointed to the seat in the store: "Sit down for a while, and go back when the rain is less."

After thanking him, the sensor on the door sounded a "Welcome" prompt. Xia Yan followed the sound and looked over. The person who came was lifting his thick wet bangs, revealing a face covered in rain. It was Qi Wan.

Xia Yan hadn't seen him since meeting him at a convenience store for breakfast last week.

The rain rolled down the hair, and when it passed the neck, he wiped it off with one hand, and threw it into the rain behind him.

Looking up, the two looked at each other, Qi Wan raised his eyebrows in surprise, took the dry towel Xia Yan handed over, hurriedly wiped off the rain and sat aside, "What a coincidence."

"It's not that I don't have a part-time job anymore," Xia Yan asked, "Why are you here?"

Qi Wan smiled, "Come and see if my unlucky roommate is here."

Hearing what he said, Xia Yan didn't ask any more questions.

The glass in front of him was constantly washed by the rain, and the street scene outside the window was hazy. In an instant, the sky turned from hazy yellow to thick black, but it was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

"It's been many years since I've played this big." Qi Wan said with emotion.

Xia Yan thought of the conversation between the two old people, and asked him: "Will it be a case of heavy rain and school suspension?"

"You can't tell," Qi Wan scratched his head and recalled, "There was a heavy rain a few years ago, and the casualties were quite heavy. Since then, the government has been very cautious about rainy days."

Hearing this, Xia Yan twirled his fingertips, opened the weather forecast and looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong?" Qi Wan asked.

"I was going to see an exhibition tomorrow," Xia Yan smiled helplessly, "I hope it doesn't go to waste."

Qi Wan knew about his work and asked, "Is it a very important exhibition?"

Is it important?

Xia Yan couldn't answer.

He was not interested in this exhibition from the very beginning, but that night on the beach, when Lu Zhouyu handed over the ticket, he short-circuited his head and took it with both hands rather comically, nodded solemnly: "Okay, let's go see it together .”

At that moment, he began to look forward to it again.

Perhaps as an exhibition, it is not important.

But it is also important for the exhibition that is given the opportunity to meet.

Xia Yan thought of a distant cousin who had met at a family gathering during the Chinese New Year, and they shared the same table.During the meal, the cousin handed him a thick stack of New Year's money that she had collected, and asked, "Brother, can you transfer the money to me."

After agreeing to transfer it to her, the cousin arrogantly bought nearly a hundred albums of a certain singer.

Xia Yan was dumbfounded at the side: "I bought so many... for collection?"

"No, this is a digital album, not physical." The cousin smiled shyly, and called up the rules on the page to show him, "If you buy enough 99 tickets, you can get a ticket for the meet and greet."

Xia Yan teased her: "You spent all your lucky money just to see him?"

The cousin nodded, "Seeing him means a lot to me."

Thinking of this, Xia Yan couldn't help laughing, and comprehended what his cousin said at that time.

Seeing him laugh, Qi Wan guessed, "It's not important, is it?"

"It's still very important."

"Then let's go after the rain stops."

After getting the tickets, Xia Yan went home and did his homework in advance, searched a lot of relevant information, and learned that this exhibition is not only a display of VR technology, but also will be followed by cameras. into a documentary.

The itinerary is very urgent, I am afraid it will not be postponed due to the weather.

He said "um", without explaining too much to Qi Wan, and could only vaguely hope that the rain would stop as soon as possible.

Speaking of the exhibition, Qi Wan became interested, "I went to see the exhibition ticket you gave me."

"How is it?" Xia Yan came back to his senses and asked, "I haven't surveyed the audience's feedback yet, so let's start with you."

"I'm a science student, so I can't understand after reading it." Qi Wan smiled embarrassedly, "I feel like I wasted your ticket."

"There's nothing that can't be understood about art," Xia Yan said to him seriously, "You don't need to be framed by rational logic, what you see and feel is what it is."

"What do you feel..." Qi Wan repeated his words, as if he didn't understand what he meant, and joked: "The biggest feeling is being a good cow!"

Xia Yan was amused by his description, "Is there any more?"

"... very beautiful, very high-level," Qi Wan said, and he began to laugh, "Is what I said too low-level?"

Xia Yan shook his head, went to the counter and bought two cups of instant hot coffee.

Sitting back in his seat and taking a sip, he said slowly, "When I saw Picasso's abstract paintings for the first time, I thought they were very childish. They are not much lower than yours."

The two laughed together.

"Later a friend told me that no amount of rational interpretation would be of any use," Xia Yan organized the language to convey to Qi Wan: "Art exists for the sensory organs, you walk into it, and it conveys to you. So There is no distinction between high and low, right and wrong.”

Qi Wan nodded with a half understanding, "Can I still go to your exhibition if I have a chance? I need to be educated more."

"Yes," Xia Yan joked, "Remember to buy tickets, I'll give you a discount."

At the same time, the rain outside the window became more and more urgent, to the point where everything was blurred.Along with the thunder, it was the text message notification tone of the mobile phone.

Xia Yan evaded to turn off the lit screen, but Qi Wan whispered from the side:

"In order to actively respond to the new round of heavy rainfall, the Haicheng Flood Control Headquarters issued Command Order No. 1, requesting that the flood control emergency work be done effectively, and the general public is requested to reduce non-essential situations to go out..."

After reading it, he turned his head and asked, "You probably won't be able to go to that exhibition, right?"

Xia Yan nodded with a "hmm".

"Brother Yan?" Seeing his slightly pale face, Qi Wan asked with concern: "Why do you suddenly look so pale, do you have a cold?"

"No." Xia Yan raised his hands and rubbed his face, only to realize that his palms were cold. He held the warm paper cup in both hands and looked out the window.

The overwhelming rain seemed to be pouring down from the ear holes, eyes, and opened and closed mouths. The whole heart was uprooted and floated tremblingly on the water.

After a long time, he said in a very soft voice, "I just think I'm not very lucky."

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