endless roses

Chapter 75
run.

Run Melas!This is a rare and warm article by Osamu Dazai. My memory of the sentence about waiting was confused before, and it was pinned on Natsume Soseki's head.Mentioning it because, I'm running.

Like Lao Zhu, I was restless and went for a walk at night, when it suddenly rained in the second phase of the campus.At first it just tried to be brave and continued to walk slowly, but it turned into a moderate rain in arrogance.

So I ran and ran.It's so easy to get to the gymnasium, no, the end of the road here is blocked by construction.Not disappointed, not angry, the corner of my mouth is sweet chocolate, yes, I ate a piece of chocolate ice cream after nine o'clock in the evening.

I covered the top of my head with my hand, and rushed back with my five fingers outstretched. In fact, my hand couldn't stop the rain, but so what if the situation was different.

The left hand changes, sometimes bending, sometimes swinging vertically.

I want to stop under the flyover just built by the School of Architecture to shelter from the rain. I will stand here overnight, but I can't go back to the dormitory.The Roman shoe on the foot is cracked, at the rubber sole.In the past, I wore these high-soled sandals in the shape of a sponge cake to climb the Great Wall. I ran rampant between the peaks and the terraces, lost many ways, and accompanied me through many years of inner torment.It was bought by my father during the college entrance examination season. It is made of leather and has two small red and black crossed straps on the front.The trademark is worn, I remember it is a red dragonfly.Where are you, Red Dragonfly in the Evening Glow~ A Japanese song of the same name.

There is a small flag flying on the side, and a white spot is flickering on the street lamp, flickering fiercely.

Since the sprint, what I have been playing in my ears is the song "The Diva Dance" by the galaxy singer in the movie The Fifth Element. It is peaceful, intense, shocking and fun, and at the same time, it has a slight ancient flavor of the western world.

Suddenly there was a tangle, the earphones were hooked off by the hanging ornaments on the bag, and the wires were wrapped around the bag, so I stopped to tidy up.It seems that running is just an act, and I don't care about the rain.

The classmate with an umbrella and the one without an umbrella looked at me standing between the sky and the earth, standing in the rain to organize my schoolbag.

After a few minutes, the rain subsided, and he started to walk slowly. A professor in his fifties was holding an umbrella and carrying a canvas bag. He seemed to be holding the body of the bag, so the swing was not large.

The high-heeled girl holding an umbrella, she walked by, leaving behind a string of heels and the ground's kicking sound.

Red European-style buildings, arched doors and lights, white casements, my dark campus.

The girl drove by and said to the other side: God, is that all you love for me?Why do you have to ask the sky, the sky is changing fast, didn’t it just rain and then clear again, ask your boy.

On the lawn on the left, only four small lights were on, a faint yellow light with empty shells of fly insects stacked on top of them; a few sparse bicycles were tilted on the floor tiles under the lights, but the small light on the front lawn near me was not. Bright.There is a ground lamp that reflects the tree, so the tree is not so scary at night.

It rained a lot, and there were no traces, and everyone became normal again.

April 5, night

(End of this chapter)