The sky will naturally clear up after the rain. How can you find a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Wind and rain are not good, at least in the eyes of most people. Light rain is tangled, heavy rain is gloomy, either way will make people feel like they are rusty or moldy. Full of decadent thoughts.
The rain comes from the sky and falls like threads into the endless gray mist, like an old black and white movie or a tangled prelude.
In the classroom, in the silent silence, Mo Jian leaned on his hands and looked at the hazy rain curtain outside the window, quietly listening to the softer sound of rain.
"God is in the rain." Who said this and where did it come from? This is not important, because Mo Jian gradually understood the meaning of this sentence in his hazy thoughts.
Of course, it must be said that Mo Jian does not believe in God. Not only does he not believe in God, he also does not believe in Buddhism, Taoism, or ghosts and gods.
Faith is beautiful, at least it can give people a glimmer of hope when they are in despair.
People without faith are lonely, people without faith are lonely, people without faith are sad.
Is that the case with Mo Jian? No, of course not. Not only will he not be alone, he will not be lonely, and he will not let anyone see the slightest bit of sadness in him.
Why is this? Perhaps it is just because although he has a lot of unbelief, he is not without faith. If you ask him what his faith is, his answer will be very simple.
"Just living, that's all."
The moment the class bell rang, not only the silence of Xiao Yu but also those tangled and complicated thoughts disappeared.
In the aisle outside the classroom, Mo Jian stood among the people who were constantly passing by, looking at the erratic rain curtain in the cold wind with an expressionless face.
It is not only the hazy sky that can affect the mood, but also the tireless raindrops. At least Mo Jian felt a little tired at this moment.
¡°Tiredness can be a feeling, a state, an expression, or even a period of time.
Mo Jian did not hate the rain, and not long ago he even loved it, but now he felt the overwhelming tiredness.
¡°Perhaps it¡¯s just because he has changed. He is no longer the tireless young man he was before, and he no longer has the energy to play and run in the rain.
People will always change, but what exactly can make a teenager no longer a teenager? Everyone should know the answer.
"You didn't bring an umbrella?" A slightly teasing voice suddenly sounded beside Mo Jian.
Mo Jian did not turn around to look, he heard it. As soon as the voice fell, he recognized that it was Li Tianying. Only Li Tianying would tell him such a boring joke.
"I came to school with you."
Li Tianying couldn't help but smile bitterly. He could tell that Mo Jian was not in a very good mood at the moment. Maybe it was because of the weather, maybe because of what happened during this period, or maybe because of his boredom. joke.
"She didn't come today?"
Mo Jian raised the corners of his lips, smiled lazily, and said, "Something happened."
"That's it." Li Tianying smiled faintly and weakly knelt down next to Mo Jian, "It turns out that girl is also busy sometimes."
"After all, you are still a student, right?" Mo Jian looked at Li Tianying who was squatting aside and said with some confusion: "Where are Fatty and the others?"
Li Tianying replied: "I went to get rain gear from No. 12."
Mo Jian and the others didn¡¯t have the habit of checking the weather forecast, so they naturally didn¡¯t bring an umbrella when they went out, but why did Zhang Bao borrow rain gear? Although it's good that the day's classes are over, senior high school students still have a night of self-study. If they just go to the cafeteria to eat, is it necessary to go all the way to the dormitory area to get rain gear?
Mo Jian did not speak, but smiled at Li Tianying and then turned his attention to the rippling rain curtain again. Li Tianying also looked quietly without saying a word until Zhang Bao was holding the rain gear. Several people appeared in their field of vision.
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Stepping through the shallow water, Mo Jian and his group of five slowly walked out of the school gate and entered the deserted street. As they strode towards the apartment, a low voice came from the side of the street. reached their ears.
"Xiao Mo!"
Mo Jian and others looked in the direction of the sound, and immediately saw the tall figure standing upright at the entrance of Tang Si Hotel.
Why are the leaves here? Mo Jian didn't think much, and the next moment he strode over.
"Have you eaten?"
Mo Jian and others looked at Ye Zi who seemed to be waiting for them right here and couldn't help but be startled.Jian Cai slowly uttered two words.
"not yet."
"Follow me." When Ye Zi said these words, he turned around and strode into the hotel, while Mo Jian and others followed after being slightly stunned.
If you say why Ye Zi came to Tang Si's restaurant, of course it wasn't just to visit the middle-aged Tang Si. He also came here for a very important reason, to eat.
If a person walks into a restaurant just to see someone, he will inevitably be a little hypocritical, and Ye Zi is certainly not a hypocritical person, so he has already booked a private room.
After a brief conversation with Tang Si at the counter, Mo Jian and the others followed Ye Zi into the second floor. When they followed Ye Zi into the private room, they also saw Namjoon, who was slumped on a chair.
Namjoon is naturally very familiar to Mo Jian. Whenever she sees him, Mo Jian can feel the vitality in his body.
But this time it was different. He seemed to be defeated by the tireless rain, lying lazily and helplessly in front of Mo Jian.
"You're here." The voice was still magnetic, but Mo Jian could clearly detect a trace of tiredness in the deep voice.
"I'm here." Mo Jian replied calmly.
Namjoon smiled slightly and said, "You don't look curious."
Mo Jian said: "Should I be curious?"
Namjoon couldn¡¯t help being slightly stunned, and said with a wry smile: ¡°You know I¡¯m waiting for you?¡±
Mo Jian looked at Nanjun quietly and said calmly: "It's like you know I will go find you."
Namjoon laughed, and when he laughed, his dim eyes became as bright as stars. When he laughed, he was like an oil lamp lit in the dark night, once again making people feel the rich and exuberant vitality.
"you're not feeling OK?"
"Isn't it the same for you?"
Looking at Mo Jian with a poker face, Nanjun couldn't help but slowly shook his head and sighed: "I'm not looking for you just to see you with a stinky face."
Namjoon pointed to the chair next to him and said with a smile, "Sit."
Mo Jian looked at the chair not far away, then looked at Namjoon, "I have classes tonight."
Namjoon smiled faintly and said, "Then did anyone tell you that I have a date tonight."