The No. 6 bus stopped at the stop, and the door opened. Chu Zihang folded his umbrella and stepped onto the bus, inserting coins. In a blink of an eye, the bus was full of empty seats, with only a few figures wearing raincoats sitting quietly in the corner.
The cold light from the mobile phone screen illuminated the deathly pale faces, making people feel chilled all over.
Chu Zihang carried his umbrella and walked to a corner by the window and sat down. The window next to his ears was crackling with rain. Although it was only the evening and it was time to rest and go shopping after get off work, there wouldn't be much weather like this today. People are willing to go out, but the heavy rain and the gray and dark sky have cast a layer of gray on everything. The usual flow of people on the street has been cut off by the rain. You can only occasionally see cars passing by on the street with their headlights on. With the horn pressed to death, the wheels pushed up water splashing feet high as they sped past in the heavy rain.
Chu Zihang sat firmly, and the bus started to move. A slight push pressed him on the seat. The raindrops made sloping tracks on the window glass. He took out the black gift given to him by his father for his birthday.
The iPhone screen was turned on. The screen saver was a family photo taken by him, his mother, and his father at the entrance of Disneyland. In the photo, he was standing in the middle of the two of them, with his father's expensive sunglasses hanging on his collar, and the expression on his face was as good as any other.
When taking ID photos and other ID photos, 'Dad' put one hand on his shoulder as if to declare the ownership of this outstanding boy.
For this kind of photo, Chu Zihang just glanced at it and unlocked the desktop. Unlike the lock screen, his desktop background was not a daily photo, but just a Maybach 62. This desktop background was very good, even if it was accidentally picked up by 'Dad'
If you see him, you will just think that he loves cars and is full of ambitions. After all, even his father's car is only a Mercedes-Benz S500, but his son longs for a Maybach that is several times more expensive. Children of entrepreneurs always have ambitions.
Good thing.
The windshield wipers running at full power in the quiet bus make a constant friction sound. No matter how many pounds of rain are swept away, the line of sight towards the road will always be immediately flooded with new water marks, causing the speeding No. 6 bus to drive slowly.
It was very slow, and the driver seemed to have been prepared to hold the steering wheel with a cigarette between his fingers. The green smoke went up and was sucked away by the small gap in the window, and raindrops penetrated into the car like needles.
There was a tiny sizzling sound on the hot ashes.
This morning the mobile phone weather forecast said that the heavy rain will continue until late at night. Looking at the current rainfall momentum, the weather forecast is finally accurate for the first time. I heard that the United States, which is far away from the ocean, has been hit by a typhoon. Maybe it is because of the butterfly effect? The coast thousands of miles away
The city was hit by this heavy rainfall.
Although the current weather is not as good as the typhoon that blew away too many things, it is also a rare heavy rain in recent years. Every rainy night like this, he can't help but want to go out for a walk.
Find the gap in time and space in the chaotic world? Step back on the elevated road where the abandoned Maybach is curled up.
Plugging in the earphones, Chu Zihang turned on the 3G cellular network and connected to the chat software? Usually he doesn't like to spend too much time and energy on social software, but recently he has to give up half of his free time in the day.
Spend time in class groups, alumni groups, and campus forums.
Log in to the chat software? Dozens of private chats popped up in the background of Chu Zihang? He clicked through each one and then deleted the conversation. Every private chat topic was initiated by him. In just a few months,
He has asked hundreds of people the same question. This question is about a private aristocratic university far across the ocean? And the answer everyone gave him was the same confusion and ignorance.
What if the relationship between people is like a thread and a balloon? He was holding it in his hand while floating frivolously in the sky, until one day the thread between him and that man was broken, and he looked up at the hydrogen balloon flying continuously.
, the apple-like red reflects the aqua blue sky? I don’t know how far it will float, and where it will float? When I was young and ignorant, I only thought that it would float all the way to outer space, into the universe? Lonely towards the distance with no end.
Fly away.
There was no chance of redress. Every time it rained heavily over the years, he wandered like a lonely soul in the rain. Looking for the diluted scent of a man in the smell of rain? The only track he could follow was the one he inadvertently said that night.
A word? A place, a name.
Kassel Academy.
It was as if he was trying his best to seize a possibility, a thread lingering in the rain. While he was trying his best to collect all the information about Kassel Academy, he was also trying to improve himself as much as possible, because he didn't want to stand in the real world.
In front of that threshold, he was limited by his own shortcomings and shortcomings. Sports, knowledge, talents, all obstacles that might become obstacles were overcome by him. If Cassel College is a college, then he must make himself able to do so.
Cross its threshold in its heyday and catch the thread that is wandering in the heavy rain.
Chu Zihang tried searching for Kassel College on the Internet. This is the reaction that everyone would have. However, the relevant entries about this college on the Internet only have two digits. When placed on the search engine, there are only pitiful words.
There are two pages, and when you click on the relevant link, there is only one page introducing the private aristocratic university.
Lush gardens, ancient buildings, green paths, beautiful models in doctor's uniforms, and a few lawns and teaching buildings under the clear sky, Chu Zihang has seen too many of this kind of university official page.
When 'Dad' learned that he intended to study abroad, he also took the initiative to find several prestigious foreign private schools for him that were highly sought after by wealthy people. Most of the homepages of those so-called aristocratic universities looked like this, but 'Dad' didn't know.
What he was looking for was not a university with harsh teachers and excellent students. What he had been looking for was the god who stepped on the thunder and thunder on the rainy night, and the man who made a hunting sound in the wind when he turned his back.
Pants hem angle.
Based on his intuition, Cassel College must not be a common and simple college. Speaking of the name of this college from the man's mouth in the situation that night is enough to show that this college hides many unknown things.
Things. A place that can be called a gathering of madmen must be able to accept the crazy scenes he saw that night. For this reason, he is looking for madness and does not hesitate to become a madman, a madman questioned by the world, and give up his great future and bright future.
, desperately rushing into the rainy nights and running towards everything in that man's past.
Relying on Chu Zihang's family background and his own strength, his choices are not limited to prestigious private schools. With his grades and comprehensive qualities, he can get into any Ivy League college even if he relies on hard skills exams. He is trying to get into Cassel College and
Compared with the difficulty of admission to those Ivy League colleges, in the end he found that he didn't even know what the admission requirements of this college were. On the surface, it looked like a private aristocratic university, but when he got closer, he found that everything about it was covered up.
It has a layer of eggshell-like film, and when looking in from the outside it looks like flowers in a fog.
Forgetting the information about Kassel College from the Internet search engine, Chu Zihang focused his search on the surrounding social circle. Although his own social circle was very small due to his usual style, as a local entrepreneur Lu Tianming
He is an only son, and his circle of friends can be very large. As long as he declares his family background, most of the circles are willing to open their doors to him.
After collecting information from various circles for several months, Chu Zihang gradually sketched out some outlines of Cassel College. He learned that this is a private university located in the outskirts of Chicago in the Great Lakes region of Illinois, USA. The school emblem is a
A half-dead world tree, it is said that it is a fraternity school with the University of Chicago. When asked about the specific address, street and sect, no one can tell me exactly.
However, someone mentioned that they hold a sailing and surfing competition on Lake Michigan every midsummer, and win the championship every year. This actually made Chu Zihang think that Cassel College was a sports college for a while, so his 'dad'
I took my whole family to the beach to spend the whole summer vacation. During this period, I learned a few lessons about sailing and surfing skills locally. The black teacher who taught me gave him a thumbs up and praised him for being able to ride on the waves for the first time on a heavy board.
Keeping balance on the tip, I haven't seen such a talented person in a few years.
It's just a pity that after he became a master of sailing and surfing, he still didn't find the way to Kassel College. The half-dead world tree gradually sprouted in his heart over time, becoming lush and lush, with dark cloud-like branches and leaves laying a heavy
A shadow cast over his heart.
He once thought about giving up looking for this mirage-like university, but the heaviness and sense of fate on each heavy rainy night awakened his memory. The fortress on the seaside was shattered many times but still rebuilt. Every time it rained heavily, he would
I repeatedly took out my cell phone and mechanically searched for the name of Kassel College over and over again. I was a little dazed, but more of it was an indescribable pain.
The contact on the phone was scrolled to the last one. After clicking on it, the other party's reply was to recommend a certain private university in Germany to him. He just glanced at it, replied with a thank you, and deleted the conversation.
He sat blankly for a while by the window where the rain was crackling with bananas. He moved his finger accidentally and clicked on a contact, entering the history page of chatting with him. There was a chat record that spanned almost half a year.
.
For half a year, he tried to re-contact the other party countless times without success. All inquiries and greetings came to nothing. There was no effective way to find him on the Internet. He even thought that the owner of this account had experienced something unexpected and his avatar might have been changed.
It will never light up again in my life.
Even though he asked the people around him and found the place where the other person once lived, he only found an empty house. But despite this, this contact became the reason why he never gave up looking for Cassel College from beginning to end.
Because of the words the other party left in their last communication with me.
"Don't come to Kassel College, this college is full of lunatics!"
The rain made the bus glass reflect the writing on the phone, and the note ID of the contact only had two simple words.