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Hey, I thought I was about to become a millionaire and reached the pinnacle of my life, but in less than a minute, my hope was defeated by reality.
After talking with my parents for a while, I left their workshop, moved a chair, sat in front of the door, and watched the various colors and sounds of the passing vehicles.
In the big river at the door, there is not much water at this time, and the bottom can be seen at a glance, but to be honest, I am not in the mood to play. After all, I just passed a million dollars, so I have to take it easy.
Affected by the shattered dreams of the second generation of millionaires, the whole day was not in a good mood, and I didn't have much interest in anything, including dinner, so today, it came to an end in this haze.
The night came quickly, and as the night fell, sleep, a major event in life, was put on the agenda.
In a daze, a light rain began to fall outside the door.
The rain in summer comes and goes quickly. When I wake up tomorrow, it will be another sunny day. Sunny days are more suitable for playing. This is my last thought before falling asleep.
When I woke up, I thought it would be a sunny day after the rain, but the pouring rain brought my thoughts back to reality in an instant.
It was raining heavily, and neither my parents nor the two uncles started work today. The door of the workshop was tightly closed to prevent rainwater from drifting in and wet the previously made cement tiles.
The roadside at the door is full of small sand and small stones, all caused by rainwater hitting the ground and splashing at the door.
The water in the big river has risen by more than half, and the rushing water roared past the door, roaring all the way, rushing into the distance.
The river water is mixed with a lot of silt, and the water is very turbid, as if telling his various experiences.
To be honest, although the weather is hot and dry in summer, once it rains, the temperature still drops significantly.
? If it rains heavily, let alone, this ghostly weather makes me shiver while eating, um, it is indeed shivering, and the goose bumps come out from the cold.
After eating breakfast quickly, my body became a little warmer, so I hurried upstairs to play with Yang Er.
"Yang Er, are you doing your homework again?" As soon as I reached the stairs, I asked loudly. I thought he was just as addicted to studying as yesterday.
When he looked up, he unexpectedly saw Yang Er leaning against the railing, staring at the heavy rain outside in a daze.
"Ren Tao, you're here, it's raining a lot, don't you feel cold in so little?" Yang Er asked with concern with an apologetic smile.
"It's not cold, what's so cold in summer. But you, don't you need to do your homework today?" You were asked to play yesterday, but you didn't play. It's raining so hard today that you can't play even if you want to. You still have the mood to watch rain? Why not hurry up and finish the homework?
A series of questions floated in my mind. I wanted to criticize him, but I finally held back and didn't ask any questions.
"I don't do my homework today, take a rest, you told me yesterday that you have to combine work and rest."
I am so angry! When I told you yesterday, did Zaza see you listen? Exasperating! Yang Er actually answered like that, but I really can't find any faults.
"Then do you have any suggestions? How to play in such a heavy rain?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Ren Tao, do you like watching the rain?" Yang Er didn't listen to my question at all, and seemed to be talking to himself.
Walking over, next to Yang Er, just like him, leaning on the railing, looking at the rain outside.
Isn't it just to watch the rain? I will too. Just stare at the rain.
The sky was still very dark, and big lumps of rain fell from the sky, hitting the leaves, the ground, the water, the walls, and the fields, all kinds of sounds were intricate.
Slowly calm down and try to integrate yourself into this world.
The chaotic sound of rain water suddenly changed, like the ensemble of the sky and the earth, telling unknown love words.
The mountain peaks in the distance are gradually covered with a layer of white gauze, adding a hazy beauty.
After gathering a little rainwater on the uneven road surface, they slipped quietly to the low place together, and headed to the distance together with the new partners who gathered elsewhere.
? The ground that was originally washed clean by the heavy rain was over-scrubbed in the face of excessive rain. The clean surface has been re-glued with the washout left over from the horses and carts.
I stared hard at a drop of rainwater, trying to capture the whole process of it falling from the sky.
High altitude, foggy, can't see the rain at all. When the rain is approaching, it is too late to catch again, and it is no longer known which one is which in the rapidly falling rain.
And the rainwater on the edge of the eaves has already formed a line, falling continuously. Don't bother trying to catch it.
The river is still rising slowly, gradually revealing a worrying level.
The turbulent river was rushing, passed the stone bridge, hit the entrance of the bridge, splashed earth-yellow mud, and made panic-stricken noises.
I don't know if everyone feels the same way.
The river water is very clear and the flow rate is very slow, which makes people feel more at ease.
If the river water is as it is now, turbid, turbulent, and unknown in depth, it will make people feel panicked.
You will have a feeling of being particularly afraid of approaching it. Every surge and every step forward of it makes people feel unfathomable. It seems that there is a sense of fear that goes deep into the soul and sweeps through the whole body. Just ask us to stay away from it.
"Yang Er, do you think the rainstorm is scary?" Of course, I am referring to the dark bottomless and turbulent feeling formed after the heavy rain caused the river to rise.
"How can rain be scary? Look how quiet the rain is." Yang Er at this moment is more suitable for the role of a poet.
Quiet? Is this short-circuited in the head? Can such a heavy rain be related to tranquility?
But seeing Yang Er staring at the rain in a daze with a quiet face, I also turned my gaze to the rain again.
But this time I did not observe the river water and the rainwater falling from the sky, and tried to find some different feelings with my eyes.
On the other side of the river, there is a field of rice that has been harvested, and the field has become very muddy at this time.
The rain kept beating the soil, making it soft, mixed with the water, and becoming turbid.
The fields are scattered with grains that fell during the harvest, and under the nourishment of the rain, they have burst open and sprouted.
A new life is born!
On the bank of the river, the withered and yellow weeds have already been hit by the rain and lie on the ground.
However, under the crooked figure, there is a newly grown new life, the weeds that have just sprouted, crazily sucking the surrounding rainwater, and the bright yellow gradually turns green.
On the river embankment, the unknown plants growing from the crevices of the rocks are also fluttering with the wind at this moment, and the raindrops on the leaves move with the wind, but they never fall.
In the torrential rain, the quiet growth of new life has never made people feel humble and unconfident. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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