"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac ..."

Dai doesn't bully me.

It was a rainy day and I met her for the first time.

I walked out of the rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the pavilion from a distance. In the pavilion, stood a girl like lilac.

She stamped her feet anxiously and her hair fluttered. I think it's cute. I know she is waiting for the rain to stop, because she has no umbrella. Perhaps Dai Wangshu's loss in the rain lane reminds me of walking into the pavilion, gently putting down my umbrella and standing quietly beside her. I thought at that time, this must be the most beautiful scene in the world.

I reached for the student hat on my head and hurried out of the pavilion. I didn't run two steps before I turned around. Under her surprised eyes, I pointed to the oiled paper umbrella placed in the pavilion and ran away without looking back. I knew she was chasing me, so I quickened my pace and disappeared into the rain lane.

Unfortunately, I don't know her name yet.

2

Since that rainy day, I often pass by that alley, and I often go to that pavilion to wait, just to return my umbrella to him and thank him again.

But I waited for several days, but he didn't show up again. I still don't know his name

It was a sunny day. I came to sit in the pavilion as usual. I used to love coming to this pavilion. I'm not waiting for him, even if I'm waiting for him, it's to return the umbrella to him.

I am looking at the stream with rapt attention. The golden willow beside the stream is printed on the water, swaying with the sunlight reflected from the water. I thought of Xu Zhimo's poem, which said that this is the bride in the sunset.

Suddenly something poked me in the back. I turned around and saw only a big butterfly kite, which was ugly to tell the truth. The kite moved away slowly, revealing his green face. The breeze blew, and I can't describe the feeling, as if my heart had secretly missed the beat.

I came to my senses and quickly touched my side, but unfortunately I didn't touch anything. Today is sunny. I'm not used to taking an umbrella on sunny days.

He asked me if I wanted to fly a kite together. I feel like a hen pecking rice and nodding.

The kite flies in the sky, and he keeps running on the ground. Golden rape flowers wrapped around him, like butterflies on the ground. I think I should be Zhuangzi of Dream Butterfly.

three

On graduation day, A Sheng and I went to the photo studio. I'm wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and A Sheng is wearing that sky-blue student suit. The photographer asked Sheng to sit down and I stood on her right.

Three, two, one, a white light flashed, and the photographer came out from behind the camera, shook his head at us and looked at me.

I know why, because my left hand is shaking all the time. I know why, but I can't help it.

Just as the photographer was about to give up, A Sheng took my left hand, slowly bypassed her neck and put it on her left shoulder. At that time, my head was blank, but gradually, my body stopped shaking. I slowly relaxed and then secretly put my head close to Ah Sheng.

four

We all laughed happily in the photo. Smiling is the oil-paper umbrella we first met, the butterfly kite in the rape field, the kiss with Lin Lang on the bridge, and our happy life in the future.

Lin Lang left without telling me yesterday, leaving only the last message on the table. The envelope said "Sheng Chyi Chin", but I didn't open it. I want him to read it to me when he comes back. I want to see his red face, just like when he gave an umbrella for the first time.

A country can't go home in times of crisis. How can I not understand this truth? He didn't have to leave quietly without telling me. I'm not that sad woman, I just know to stay and cry.

When he comes back, I will stick to his statement to me.

five

Behind the pavilion, children selling newspapers are still selling them. The newspapers are full of slogans such as "Coking without coal, Ironmaking without coke" and "How bold people are and how productive the land is". The banner "I dare to ask the sun and the moon to make sacrifices for a new day" has faded a little, hanging in the alley and crumbling.

In the pavilion, Lusheng sits quietly, still in front of the stream, and the bride is still swaying in the water waves at sunset. Trembling, she took out her glasses from her arms, put them on again, and trembling, she carefully took out a piece of paper from her arms. The paper is yellow, and the handwriting on the paper is blurred.

Lu Sheng has seen the contents of the paper countless times, from staring at the words with red eyes at the beginning to quietly looking at the yellowed paper later.

It was a letter left by Jia Lin when he left. She didn't open it until the battle of two battles in Shanghai ended. Jia Lin's classmates brought back news and Jia Lin's pocket watch. The background of the watch is their photo, which shows two happy people.

The short letter is nothing more than nostalgia for the past, concern for home country, guilt for Lu Sheng, and the scars left by Lin Jia because of his constant mistakes.

It began to rain outside the pavilion, just like when it began to rain on that rainy day.

Before long, it suddenly rained heavily, trapping her in this gazebo, just like that rainy day.

Liu Sheng gently put away his glasses and writing paper, touched his right hand, picked up the old oiled paper umbrella and slowly walked out of the pavilion. Unlike that day, that day, she chased out and walked very fast.

It's a pity that she didn't catch up later.