Once there was an article called "Rain Alone". Who wrote it? Can anyone give me the full text? Thank you.

Last night, I smoked until I couldn't breathe in any more, and fell asleep as soon as the quilt fell down. In the middle of the night, I didn't know where I was talking in my sleep. I turned over in a daze and my knee touched something. At that moment, I suddenly woke up. I thought it would be you who used to sleep on my left

, but when I realized that this was not a hotel but a dormitory, I found that I was against a wall.

I woke up in the morning and stayed for a long time. Just getting ready to get out of bed, I saw that the table was piled up in a mess. Three packs of

cigarettes, a lollipop, lipstick that has been used for three years, KFC coupons that have been torn in half, a mobile phone with one battery left, and a vitamin medicine

bottle full of coins. There is a train ticket No.1 and a mirror in the student ID card.

I picked up the mirror and wanted to take a look, but it was covered with dust.

with the bird's nest head on, brush your teeth and wipe your face casually, get dressed and look at your watch, ready to smoke this cigarette before going out.

I regret lighting this cigarette. I thought this tiny process would give me some space to prepare, but I found it was still a wait. I don't like

waiting.

I just went out, only to find that the wind is very strong now, and I can see a row of tree shadows in front of me being squeezed out of shape by the gray sky, swinging from side to side

. Before I left school, I didn't intend to raise my hand, which changed from red to purple. I thought maybe I was numb, but it was shaking, and I had to walk a long way out of the door. I paused and went back to my dormitory to put on a black scarf and black gloves, and then everything was all right.

However, when I gave my seat to an old man in the car, stood all the way to the finish line, and my legs were weak when I got off the bus, I realized that my propriety would never be good.

I should have some breakfast. You've been away from me for so long, and I haven't had the habit of getting up early to eat during this time. I think of you coming to me with milk and bread, and then sitting on the snow-white sheet. I put my right hand on my pillow and looked sleepily at the folds you sat on the sheet.

When I entered the subway station, I realized that there was always such a place. Even though it was as gloomy as the outside world, there was no wind, frost, rain or snow. I lifted the collar

and covered my pale lips, and stood on the elevator, all the way down. When I noticed my hurried footsteps and looked up, I suddenly found that the airflow coming in front of

seemed even colder.

Strange faces appeared and disappeared in my sight. I just stood on the line and waited for the train.

After waiting for so many times, my eyes never wavered. I always thought it was an empty heart, so I forced my soul

to concentrate on one thing, even if it was a waste of time.

There are no seats in the train long ago, and the steel pipes are flashing sharp and cold light like a bluff, without emotion and life.

Looking at the outdoor advertisements outside the car window, I seem to be helpless in this crowd. People sitting always seem to like to hit me. I want to give them a contemptuous or cruel expression in return, but I think it's not worthwhile to fight alone, so I take out my mobile phone and press it at random.

I drank a lot, and I was still watching others covering their mouths and ears and struggling to call my family to report that I was safe. I, on the other hand, have no greetings or concerns.

I shouldn't have come, but a girl my roommate likes was here tonight, so she was dragged by her roommate to cheer him up. But now, he and the girl with heavy eye shadow don't know where to go for a private meeting. Leave me alone to toast strangers in different classes in the same college.

One cup after another, from the moment I was afraid of being born to decline, to the moment when the newcomer refused to take a cup like crazy, the cold liquid sank rapidly from my esophagus

, but after painful swallowing, it was a feeling of self-harm. At the moment of raising a glass, I accidentally saw a shallow scar on my wrist. Without it, all the unhappiness in my past life was forgotten by me.

when the bell rang, I threw up all over the floor.

People are avoiding me, and I am propping up my body to stand up. Suddenly someone held me and sent me to the sofa in the corner of the bar.

I was cold all over, and the biting cold air came in from all kinds of gaps, large and small. I grabbed the thick down jacket of the people around me and was extremely warm. I hold it tightly, as if reluctant to lose any treasure I cherish.

The man who helped me to the sofa has been with me ever since. I can feel the down jacket gently covering me, and I hold those warm hands, so as not to freeze to death in this bar full of walking dead.

I put my hands closest to my heart.

I opened my eyes and saw a kind and fresh smile.

That ice rain was like this. From one year to the next, after New Year's Day, I always found an empty study room

. However, no matter how many classrooms I changed, I couldn't sit still for ten minutes. A ghostly man walked into the back door and sat safely in the last row, and then I heard a slight sound of turning pages. I didn't look back every time. I think I don't have to pay attention to it. I stood up, packed my books and walked out smartly, looking for an empty classroom again.

that day, when I went out, the people behind me followed me. It seems that he must be inseparable from me. I guessed his footsteps, went to the

hall and suddenly turned to stare at him.

it was him.

The boy who is used to looking down at me standing in the aisle on the second floor, the boy with warm hands. However, his eyes didn't dodge my thoughts. I looked at him for a few seconds and realized the embarrassing atmosphere, but I was going to dodge, so I simply left here without asking the reason.

it's raining harder and harder outside, and it hits the black car in front of the building. I was hesitant to rush over, when he opened the sky blue umbrella.

I stood under the umbrella and caught a glimpse of his kind and fresh smile.

"I washed that down jacket long ago, but I just ... don't know how to ... give it back to you. That's not what I mean, or I just don't know what to say when I meet you ...

That night, I ..."

"Oh, that's all right, let you go first."

that beautiful down jacket-it came straight back to me, and it's here now. Please bear with my selfishness, when I look at it, it seems to be part of the few warmth I can get over the years.

Although you have left me now

My memory is getting worse and worse, and after sleeping on an empty stomach, I am even more dull. I can't remember how long I fell asleep, and I can't remember whether I had a dream.

I went to the supermarket, and on the way back, I saw an empty hallway on the second floor of the dormitory building, and I can remember you standing by the green painted iron railing.

At that time, we started to study together, and I always felt that we could never learn together. Maybe you didn't study for yourself

, just as I didn't even know whether I was studying for an empty classroom or simply reading. In the canteen, I watched you clumsily coming towards me with a double meal

, put down the meal and quickly touched the earlobe, laughing and saying it was really hot.

One night after self-study, I went to the dark studio to find my drawing board, and you accompanied me, even though I was most afraid of darkness.

when I stood in the dark room and looked back at you, I found you disappeared. When I went out to look for you, you wanted to play a prank behind the door, but you didn't stop talking. Strangely, I insisted on knowing what you wanted to say, and now you reached out and held my cheek.

I knew there was something wrong between us, but at that time, I kept silent.

that year, it became a habit to have an umbrella with you.

it was you who proposed to move out. Students say that your family is a nouveau riche and a rich man. You know I will hesitate, so tell me that the rent and

all other expenses don't cost me a penny. But what you don't quite understand is that I have to share it with you, of course, only if I decide to live with you. And I am poor, and the salary I get from my part-time job is not enough for me to see art exhibitions every month.

During that time, we went straight out of the school gate after studying by ourselves at night and spent the night in a clean room that was not spacious. To be honest, I am a person who is difficult to adapt to strangers, but I miraculously adapted to you and this white and clean bed.

it's the first time to get used to yourself. Our life is orderly. On weekends, you changed the habit of sleeping in. When I slept until it was dark, < P > I opened my eyes and saw the delicious food on the bedside, and I heard the sound of you cutting vegetables on the chopping board stiffly outside the bedroom.

One day, I woke up earlier than you, got up quietly and wanted to cook our breakfast by myself. I just put on my slippers and heard you say, "Breakfast is on the coffee table."

I turned to look at your white shoulders exposed from the blanket with your back to me in surprise.

"I thought you weren't up."

You turn around, rub your eyes with your hands and say, "I didn't realize I got up too early until I finished my meal. I was so sleepy. "

I suddenly lost the heart to eat, so I lifted the blanket and covered your shoulders.

I always believe that you have the warmest hands in the world. On a quiet night, the rain is still falling in the street, and we are hiding under a soft blanket and telling a short story. I doubt that you always talk about ghosts and legends at this time, and you doubt that I won't be afraid no matter how to create an atmosphere.

When I tell you my own ghost story, you will consciously wrap yourself up with a blanket.

Maybe I've been in the cold for a long time, and my words and outstretched hands are cold, but you, with inexhaustible warmth in your body, have turned the ghost story into a joke with a serious face, but it seems funny. Cooking, boiling water, changing light bulbs and packing things are always in a hurry.

I'm like a landlord, and I often scold you for not cleaning up here and there, but I know, as I know, that you have lived as a young master for decades, and now it takes a process to learn to take care of others. Unfortunately, I have to witness this little bad

process.

for the first time, I want to change myself, change my lazy personality for you, get up before you get up, and prepare the necessary things for you to travel

.

I told you in the evening that I would make breakfast tomorrow. As a result, the next morning, I pretended to be dreaming and deliberately kicked you out of bed. I squinted at you barefoot, scratched your hair, stood up sleepily, and walked out of the bedroom wearing only underwear to start kitchen work.

at this moment, I opened my eyes and looked out of the window at the dim morning light. My hands were like sculls, rowing on the huge and comfortable bed.

I've never lived such a wonderful life. Dear, do you know that I can kiss you at any time until a shallow

red circle appears on your forehead.

Of course you don't know these things. You can't even see the scar that pierced my wrist. You won't ask until I tell you my past, although I know

when the list of scholarships is published, the whole school can vaguely see my background.

I hate that home full of dry lime. When you say that your home is my home, I hold you in my arms until you cry out for pain.

Last winter vacation, you took me to the city where you lived, lived in the bedroom full of your childhood, and looked down from your window, with strange street scenes and strange people flowing. I think I like this kind of life. I am willing to try anything that can get rid of that painful memory, mentally and physically. I think I have enough courage already. You crept up behind me, gently wrapped around my waist, rested your chin on my left shoulder, and looked at everything I expected. At that moment, you were my wings behind me.

you have to fly with me.

I feel unnatural when I am with your parents, although they only know that I am your friend, so they are very polite to me. We were

sitting in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala, but you sitting next to me were absent-minded, casually leafing through some newspapers, glancing at me every few seconds, and giving me a short kiss while your parents were laughing happily. At this time, I am so nervous that my life has finally improved, and I don't want to be ruined by such a small adventure.

however, I'm glad my uncle and aunt didn't pay attention.

We climbed upstairs to watch fireworks and lay side by side on the lonely roof. I was still blaming you for your willfulness, but you held my hand. The warmth was as happy as the five colors in the air.

"if we are found, we will be finished."

You didn't answer me. You pointed to a distant star and said, "Let's go to a far, far place."

Originally, I had been deceived into your happiness lies, and when I was leaning sideways, I accidentally caught a glimpse of geraniums quietly placed in the corner, quivering in the evening breeze

hibernating leaves.

I don't want to think about it. I have a headache. I didn't touch a piece of bread I bought from the supermarket. I just sat in the empty and silent bedroom and swallowed a few pills without even drinking water.

I directly wiped the dust on the mirror with my fingers, and when I wanted to take it back, I seemed to see time slipping through my fingers. I never dare to lift this

small mirror, even if it is too small to even take a full picture of my face. For example, that night, I found an excuse that it was "too cold" and stood up and left the roof.

You followed me, and I thought maybe you could see something. I suddenly stopped in front of the big mirror next to your stair walkway and took a closer look at

my red nose.

is it really that cold? Actually, no. Of course, you can see why I'm so timid that my nose turns red, but you didn't say anything and quietly existed < P > behind me.

you are a little blurred in the mirror.

inside, there are two boys.

I have lived in the wind since I was a child, even if you have the magic that it will never have, which makes me willing to stay. But I think, the whole world will not change because of you, we are always us, small us.

during that time, I was shrouded in sudden happiness, and I couldn't care about anything else at all. My mind was only you, us, the next day, the third day

, the fourth day, and even longer, and I didn't have a complete self. It is impossible to think about why we fell in love with each other. Sometimes I want to know

the answer. When you wake up, after you drink a little wine, and at any time when you are unprepared, I pretend to be very attentive.