Yellow roses in the rain

Text/Guan Xiaohe

There has been a lot of rain recently, and unexpected falls always catch people off guard. The rain washes away things that are not covered, including cars, trees, and pedestrians. The fragrance mixed with soil floats in the air, making people feel happy.

When I was walking on the road, I didn’t really care about my shoes splashing in the water and getting my trouser legs wet, and I didn’t really care about my hair getting wet. Until I accidentally got water in my cloth shoes, I suddenly felt very happy and seemed to have the pleasure of treading water. So I was like a child, having some fun.

In the small flowerbed on the roadside, a yellow rose caught my attention. The rain fell down along the flower, as if it had taken a bath. The water droplets passed by, and the flower trembled a little, like The response to being hit by rain. It seems to be dancing, having a quiet conversation with the rain elf. On the green leaves next to it, there were some raindrops left, crystal clear, swaying back and forth. Some came to the edge and accidentally slipped down, and then new mischief descended.

The small yellow rose stood there quietly, seeming to open a little, smiling happily with its mouth open. I couldn't help but take small steps and reached out to touch it. It seemed to respond to me and rubbed against my palm, feeling a little attached. It turns out that, like me, it also likes rainy days.

It seems that I fell in love with rain that year. I was riding my bicycle on the way home when it suddenly started pouring. Instead of speeding up, I slowed down, feeling the rain in my leisurely way.

I was not in a good mood that day. You told me that you liked the long-legged girl from the next class and asked me to help you chase her. I didn't know how I should react, so I used a joking tone to cover up my sadness and skillfully played the role of a good brother.

I suggested sending flowers. He thought about it and said yes, but he thought red roses were a bit tacky. I saw a yellow rose on the wall outside the campus, so I said, let’s go with the yellow rose. There is one on the wall of the school, it’s beautiful.

He said, OK, then help me sneak in.

I don’t know what influenced me, but I actually went out to climb the wall to pick roses. My hands were a little bruised, my clothes were a little black, and my white shoes were also black. But the moment he took the flowers, he didn't notice the difference in me and said gratefully, "Thank you."

I don’t know if he sent it out later, and I don’t care whether he succeeded or not. It seemed that it was also on that day that I gave up the obsession in my heart. From that moment on, I told myself that he and I would never be together in this life.

On the way home from school that day, it rained heavily, which made me feel a little happy. I should have shed tears in this rain curtain, but it doesn't matter, no one knows, the rain and tears are mixed together and I can't tell who is who. The clothes were washed, and the shoes were wet but white.

The yellow rose has become a very special thing in my heart. I don’t hate it, I don’t hate it, but I want to take it into the rain, wash it, and see if the heavy rain can make the beautiful girl beautiful. The petals fall to see if the testimony of love is reliable.

Taking back my thoughts, I was still standing on the roadside, staring at the yellow rose, thinking about his WeChat message ten minutes ago.

He said, long time no see, how are you doing?

I'll reply, long time no see, I'm fine.

He said, I really want to see you.

I said, why. What happened?

He said, I think I have fallen in love with you.

I didn’t reply for a long time. I didn’t know how to reply, so I ran around in the rain. I seemed to want to cry, but I had no tears. There is only rain running down my hair, falling on my clothes, and then on my shoes. It was as thick as rain and fog, and through the wet glasses I saw a confused world.

Faced with this belated confession, I was not very surprised. Although we have not seen each other for so many years, I occasionally know about his situation. Some understandings are profound. We didn't become a couple back then, but we knew each other very deeply. Maybe the environment and time have changed us a lot, but some things deep in the soul remain unchanged.

When he said he missed me, my subconscious thought was that something was wrong with him, and that's how I feel sometimes. At this time, he should be under great pressure or in a bad mood.

As for him saying he loves me, I felt this way a long time ago, but the moment he asked me to pick yellow roses and give them to the girl next door, I classified this feeling as Illusion.

I think I finally know that year, that day, why I was so sad that I cried in the rain. I didn’t want to destroy the flower, I wanted him to give me the flower.

So, I looked at the yellow rose in front of me, picked up my phone and replied, I don’t want your yellow rose anymore.

Wujie Academy Daily Update No. 227