Prologue The Darkness of Falling Rain and Wild Streams (1)
The raindrops pattered on the window, and the water splashed. The water flowed down along the glass, forming a transparent water film.
Chu Zihang saw a vast expanse of white on the playground. It didn't look like rain at all. There was some kind of floodgate in the sky that had opened. It wasn't raindrops, but finger-thick water columns that penetrated the sky and the earth.
The wind started to blow in the afternoon, and there was a sudden thunderstorm when school was over. The surface in front of the teaching building was instantly covered with water droplets, as if someone had dipped a brush in thick ink and dumped it on the rice paper.
At the beginning, people from the school administration department were still wearing raincoats and running around the playground to check the drainage system, fearing that the rain would damage the turf and the expensive granular plastic track imported from the United States.
But now, those turfs have been completely overturned by heavy rains, exposing patches of mottled black soil. On the plastic track, the water can even reach the top of your feet.
Horizontal and vertical wheel marks left crisscrossing marks on the soil. The guards could not stop the parents who came to pick them up. Private cars drove to the playground to wait.
Just half an hour ago, the place was as lively as a market. Every parent was honking their horns and cursing. The students couldn't recognize their own cars in the rain and were spinning around like headless flies.
Finally, all the students were picked up, and the playground was deserted. The sky-blue school flag of "Shilan Middle School" was flying on the background of the sky.
Chu Zihang stood in front of the glass, staring outside in a daze. He was the only one left in the classroom. It was as dark as late at night, and all the lights in the classroom were on, and the pale light shone on his face. Behind.
It's raining again, Chu Zihang thought.
Wait, why again?
An inexplicable thought came to Chu Zihang's mind. He felt that the scene of rain in the sky and on the ground seemed familiar, as if he had experienced it once somewhere.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about all these things, but that strange familiar feeling always lingered in his heart.
He took out his cell phone and dialed. After a few beeps, the call was connected. He put the phone close to his ear.
"Is it raining there, Zihang? Mom is shopping with her sisters at Jiuguang Commercial Building. It's raining here too, and the car can't be driven. Let's have a cup of coffee and wait for the rain to lighten up before leaving. You can drive by yourself." Take a car and go home as soon as possible."
"By the way, didn't your dad give you money? Or call your dad and ask your dad to send a car to pick you up. Zihang, be good, mommy." A crisp "bang" sound came from the microphone, Then the phone hung up.
Chu Zihang closed the phone silently. He didn't say a word from beginning to end, and he didn't plan to say anything. He was used to this unobtrusive mother, and it was like this every time.
He just asked where his mother was, and at the same time told him that nothing happened to him in the rainy weather, so that she could do whatever she needed to do to make her feel at ease.
But Chu Zihang didn't want to call his father. He knew that his father would ask the driver to drive the top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz S500 to pick her up. His father was a well-educated and good man who liked his beautiful mother who was a dancer very much.
Aiwu and Wudi are kind to him.
The most common thing I say is, Zihang, if you need anything, just say it. I am your father. I will fulfill my obligations as a father to you.
Hey, it sounds pretty good to have a rich father who has to fulfill his obligations to him.
But what about that man? He also fulfilled his obligations, right?
The door of the classroom was open, and the cold autumn wind came in with the raindrops, which was a bit bit biting. Chu Zihang wrapped his Diese blouse tightly, tightened the Burberry plaid scarf, and put his hands in his pockets. p>
Damn it, why did you think of that man? I had already severed ties with him in my heart.
But why, when I think of him, my heart aches?
"Chu Zihang? Let's go together, the rain won't stop. The weather forecast says it's a typhoon, and the Meteorological Bureau has issued a warning!" The pretty long-haired girl came in and said, interrupting his wandering thoughts.
The girl had a silver Hello Kitty hairpin hanging from the end of her long hair. Her delicate smile was slightly red, and she lowered her eyes and did not dare to look directly at him.
"Do you recognize me... My name is Liu Miaomiao..." The girl didn't get an answer, her voice became smaller and smaller, like a mosquito humming.
In fact, Chu Zihang recognized Liu Miaomiao. Liu Miaomiao was one level younger than him and was still in the junior high school, but she was also quite famous in the high school.
Liu Miaomiao passed Level 10 of the piano competition in her third year of junior high school. She performed a piano solo every year at the gala. There were also several boys on Chu Zihang's flight who competed for Liu Miaomiao. Chu Zihang couldn't help it even if he didn't want to know.
"I'm on duty today and will leave later." Chu Zihang said calmly.
"Oh, I'll leave first then." Liu Miaomiao said softly, retracting her head.
"By the way, be careful, the rain will get heavier today." Liu Miaomiao suddenly turned around and gave him an incomprehensible smile. Chu Zihang saw something black flowing slowly under her eyes. No, it's not rain, it might be something else.
"I know."
Chu Zihang felt that things were a bit strange. He remembered that Liu Miaomiao did not add the last sentence "Be careful" last time.
There are also those black threads under her eyes that are constantly twisting like snakes.
Why last time? His mind was in chaos.
Through the glass window covered with water droplets, Chu Zihang watched Liu Miaomiao's driver open a huge black hood and put it on Liu Miaomiao's head. Liu Miaomiao took off her sandals, and the driver knelt down to help her put on her rain boots.<
/p>
Liu Miaomiao followed the driver, stepping through the stagnant water toward the black BMW sedan with its "angel eye" headlights in the rain.
"Hey, Liu Miaomiao, Liu Miaomiao, please give me a ride!" A guy from the junior high school shouted to Liu Miaomiao from under the eaves.
Liu Miaomiao seemed not to have heard anything and got on the bus without looking back.
"Lu Mingfei? Why is he here?" Chu Zihang suddenly thought.
The boy from the junior high school squatted under the eaves and watched the BMW slide silently into the rain. The taillights flashed and the engine roared loudly.
"Lu Mingfei, let me take you for a ride." Chu Zihang heard himself asking Lu Mingfei.
He suddenly found that his body was no longer under his control. He looked at himself and walked towards Lu Mingfei while talking.
A thunder struck down from the sky, and there was a loud bang in the ears, and then there was a blank, and the rain seemed to be getting heavier. Maybe Liu Miaomiao was right, Chu Zihang thought.
This is not ordinary rain, it is a typhoon.
There is something else.
"Okay, thank you, senior brother." Lu Mingfei smiled at him.
Chu Zihang was suddenly stunned. His body was no longer under his control just now. What happened was very inexplicable. But after the words were spoken, he had no choice but to take out a mobile phone from his pocket.
He typed a text message, "It's raining heavily, can you pick me up?" Then he read it silently, made sure the tone was correct, and sent it.
In the next few dozen seconds, he clutched the phone tightly, listening to his own heartbeat, thump-dong...dong-dong...dong-dong...
With a "ding" sound, a new text message came in, and Chu Zihang turned on his phone.
"I just finished my work here. You wait at school. I'll be there in a minute."
Chu Zihang looked at it for a while, his finger hovering on the delete button for a long time. Finally, he put the phone back into his pocket, but still did not delete the message.
He stood up, picked up the bucket at his feet, and poured the entire bucket of water onto the blackboard that had been wiped several times. The water flowed down, and Chu Zihang picked up the blackboard eraser and wiped the blackboard vigorously.
The reason why the class teacher likes Chu Zihang is not only that he is good at homework, but also that he is never lazy, and including things like duty, he does it more seriously than others out of the blue.
The blackboard that others had wiped was full of blackboard chalk marks, but the one that Chu Zihang had wiped looked like it was newly bought from the store, even the notes in the corners were wiped clean.
"Brother, let me help you." Lu Mingfei came over and said, he also took a rag and helped Chu Zihang wipe the blackboard.
"Thank you." Chu Zihang said calmly. He felt that this junior student was very capable, but there was no sense of strangeness between him and himself.
In fact, Chu Zihang doesn't like to erase the blackboard at all, but when he does everything seriously, he can leave his mind empty and not think about anything.
Wipe it hard, open and close it widely, like a swordsman's fierce and ruthless swordsmanship.
Water droplets splashed in all directions.
When he and Lu Mingfei finished wiping for the third time, a low whistle sounded in the rain curtain. Chu Zihang turned his head and looked outside. The xenon lamp pulled out a bright beam of light, which made the person who shined it almost unable to open his eyes.
It is a pure black car. In the triangular frame on the front of the car, two M's overlap to form a mountain shape.
A Maybach 62, a luxury Maybach brand, the top car among the top cars in the Mercedes-Benz parking lot, is several times more expensive than my father's Mercedes-Benz.
Chu Zihang didn't know much about cars. These were all the men in the car bragging about to Chu Zihang.
The windshield before the wipers was hung up was covered with layers of rain that seemed to be endless. For half a second each time, Chu Zihang could see the face of the middle-aged man in the driver's seat inside, and he was raining hard on the windshield.
He waved and smiled.
Chu Zihang never understood why he always smiled so happily, as if he was always having a great time and didn't have any worries at all.
"Lu Mingfei." Chu Zihang called him, "Let's go."
"Oh, okay, here I come." Lu Mingfei ran out of the classroom, shrank his head, wrapped his coat around his head, and ran into the rain like a bereaved dog.
"Brother, why don't you come here?" Lu Mingfei turned around and shouted at him in the rain. He had almost rushed to the Maybach.
Chu Zihang straightened her collar, tied up her scarf, put on the Hermes bag her father bought for her from London, and strode to the eaves. After a moment of hesitation, she followed Lu Mingfei's example and put her coat over her head and faced the rain curtain.
Run.
The man in the car hurriedly opened the door, opened a huge black umbrella, with Burberry's gorgeous plaid pattern inside, and greeted him as diligently as Liu Miaomiao's driver, and put the umbrella over Chu Zihang's head.
Chu Zihang didn't even look at it. He pushed open the umbrella and walked directly to the car. Then he suddenly remembered something and said to the man, "He is my classmate. Can you take him for a ride?"
The man was stunned and turned to look at Lu Mingfei, as if he was surprised that Chu Zihang could take the initiative to send someone home.
But he was still very happy that his son could make friends, so he nodded and agreed happily: "Okay."
Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei opened the rear door and got in, sinking into the milky white NAPA leather sofa.
The man chuckled, turned back to the driver's seat, put away the wet umbrella and handed it to Chu Zihang behind him, "Put it in the car door. There is a hole there for umbrellas."
"Oh! So high-end!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed.
"I know, you said it." Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei, silently put the umbrella in place, supported his chin with his hand, and looked at the rain outside, "Let's go."
"Are your clothes wet? Let me heat up the seats in the back of your seat. Whoever uses them knows how comfortable they are!" The man began to brag about his car again.
"No need, go home and change clothes."
"Brother, if I want to open it, my aunt will definitely scold me when I get home with my clothes wet." Lu Mingfei said weakly, "Uncle, can you open it for me?"
"Of course, it's okay. Zihang finally made friends. He has troubled you to take care of him." The man smiled, cleared his throat, and said to the cherry wood center console, "Start!"
The screen lit up, the instruments flashed dimly, and the powerful 6-liter V12 twin-turbocharged engine performed silent self-tests, and no vibrations were felt in the car.
This car starts with voice.
"A 9 million car can only be started with the voices of three people when setting it up. One is me, one is the boss, and one person, guess who?" The man said proudly.
"I don't care" Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.
"Let me speak, I speak," Lu Mingfei raised his hand enthusiastically, "I guess there is another voice, and that is the voice of senior brother!"
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The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Xiaolu, you guessed it right!"
There was no expression on Chu Zihang's face. He was still looking at the rain outside the window, but a little tears were shining in his eyes.
Knowing that that man loves to show off so much, it's strange why he sheds tears? He thought.
The Maybach retreated silently, and after gaining enough space, the 6-meter-long super-large car, driven by the large-displacement engine, scurried forward like a leopard, splitting the rain curtain in an instant, and drove out of Shilan Middle School.
Gate.
The road is very empty, and most of the cars have gone back to rest in such poor visibility weather.
The cars still running on the road all had their headlights on, and the sky was as dark as ink when you looked up. Only occasional flashes of lightning flashed, like the sky was cracking. It was raining heavily in all directions, and everything 100 meters away was blurry. The Maybach drove onto the road across the city.
Elevated road.
"It's raining so hard and your mother doesn't know how to pick you up."
"Fortunately, I didn't go to the car wash in the morning. The contactless car wash costs 80 yuan a time. After washing, you will be in the water."
"You haven't even shown me your transcript from last semester."
"The guard at your school initially refused to let me drive my car in. I said I was picking up my son from school, and he was so wet that he was wet. What should I do if you didn't let me in? It took a lot of spit."
"Finally, I told him that I bought this car for 9 million, and no one from the city government stopped me when I entered. Why do you, Shilan Middle School, still have so many rules? He immediately softened, haha."
The man was chattering while driving, and the car stereo echoed "Daily Growing" by the Irish band Altan, with a rich female voice and a vicissitudes of male voice talking:
"Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong,
You have married me to a boy who is too young,
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen,
He's young but he's daily growing."
The road was full of water, and the water splashing from the side of the vehicle was like a wall of water. Chu Zihang looked out the window silently, not paying attention to any of the man's words. He was listening to the song.
"Not bad, right? They all said I bought it because it was a good CD, about father's love!" The man saw Chu Zihang's appearance in the rearview mirror and immediately understood that Chu Zihang always listened to music.
He was looking absentmindedly at some empty place.
Chu Zihang was a little dumbfounded by the arrogant man, "Can't you hear it? It's a conversation between a girl and her father. It's not appropriate for you to play it to me,
"What's the difference between being a boy and a girl? Is it all father's love?" The man was stunned, "Can you understand? I heard someone said that your English is the best in your middle school and you won the competition... But your mother didn't
Don’t say a word to me.”
"Yes, senior brother is very good at English!" Lu Mingfei suddenly interrupted.
"Well, son, can you translate it for me?" the man asked.
Chu Zihang had no choice but to translate the lyrics to the beat for the man.
"This song is from the Altan band. It talks about a father marrying his daughter to a fourteen-year-old young man. The daughter is unwilling to do so because she is worried that she will be old when her husband grows up. But the father said..." p>
Daughter, dear daughter, the arrangement I gave you is not wrong,
I will marry you to the son of a rich family,
Once I get old, I will be the man you rely on,
He is still young, but he is growing up.
Chu Zihang continued to translate, "But then the girl's husband died before he grew up. The girl was very sad and knitted a shroud for him out of flannel on the green grassy cemetery.
"What kind of ghost song is this? It doesn't mean anything at all. The girl's husband just died like this. What's going on?" The man finally understood.
"It's not interesting. It's just an Irish folk song. It talks about life. It's not appropriate for me to listen to it anyway." Chu Zihang said calmly. He actually liked this song. It was very sad, but what was it about? He really
Don't know.
"Actually... it has some profound meaning..." Lu Mingfei said casually while looking out the window.