Which novel does this sentence come from?

It will rain in Mao Mao when it is windy.

It will rain in Mao Mao when there is no wind.

I can't hear anything except rain.

Canna pats quietly.

Canna withered quietly.

There is nothing but silence.

[ 1]

Good evening.

The cold rain almost soaked human bone marrow.

After correcting the last homework, the teacher reached out of the window-poor little raindrops kicked off the roof and splashed on her chubby belly-and she was pregnant.

In an ordinary water town, the campus becomes quiet and heavy with intermittent rain and radio. Just after the evening self-study, naughty elements are ready to move. It will take half an hour to climb over the wall and go out. At this moment, she saw him.

The teenager leaned against the white wall and black tile, almost blending with the canna in the night.

"Mr. Feng Yu," the teacher called his name, "haven't you left yet?"

"When will the teacher leave?" The boy asked, his skin is pale and tight, his green mole is gorgeous, just like mandarin fish, so his teeth are sharp and he can bite others at any time and spit out hilarious words.

"Maternity leave doesn't start until tomorrow."

"It's a pity that you are the only decent teacher in the school."

"Thank you for your compliment." She couldn't help laughing when she heard the hint.

The teenager approached the wall, stretched out his hand and reached into the window sill on the second floor-

"I can't accept your gift," the teacher looked at his wet palm. "I have to take care of you after receiving the gift, which is unfair to other students."

"This is not for you," he smiled slyly. "It's for your children." He let go of his hand and the gift fell. It is a long silk scarf, hand-embroidered with canna, as gorgeous as a blooming wild flower. "I wanted to skip class tomorrow," he hesitated. The rain, like a waterfall, stirred a halo on his shoulder, like a whitebait swimming. "Teacher, come with us. Let's escape together. "

Seven months ago.

It's raining, and it's cloudy, so it's suitable for stepping on flowers and looking west at the social drama on the other side.

"Is Master Feng Yu there?" Someone asked; The boy is crouching at the actor's feet, putting on his clothes. He looked up and saw the teacher coming by boat, as if stepping on a rainbow! To this day, Teacher Yu still remembers her pink lips, her aggressive beauty, her tangled long red mane and the agitation caused by the word "being a teacher".

The river is like a steel belt, reflecting cold light. The teacher and the students started their first confrontation.

"Embroidered opera robe? I thought you played games online and skipped class. Men should fight boxing, not sissy embroidery! " When' tis once spoken, she regretted it, because Feng is not short, but his left leg has obvious defects-

"Look at my leg, even if I study, I can't get into a good school. Besides, I won't live by solving equations in the future, so I'd better be an apprentice as soon as possible. " He assumed a docile posture, but as long as he observed carefully, how could he have a sharp-eyed apprentice?

"I have been to the arts and crafts exhibition, and I saw the first-class embroidery masters embroider a pile of rubbish!" The teacher was indignant. "Design patterns for computer embroidery machines and sew cheap lace for wedding dresses!" " Or the world famous paintings's imitation embroidery, and show off the skills of kittens and dogs-poor aesthetics! "The teacher suddenly bent down and couldn't stop retching.

Feng couldn't help feeling sick. "Did you vomit because you scolded too much?"

"I am pregnant." The teacher tossed her head. "You really can't count on equations for the rest of your life, but the purpose of learning is to train your thinking ..."

"The teacher is worried that there are students who skip classes in the class, and the bonus will be ruined?" He grinned.

"Hum!" The teacher sneered, "Do you think you are special? I tell you, I found five truant students today. Compared with them, you are just a pediatrician! A man loves to make explosives and almost blew his hand off. Does he still need to re-explore the gunpowder formula of the four great inventions? He's laughing at his ancestors? Or laugh at Nobel? What about you? Are you more enthusiastic than him? More stupid? Then go to be an apprentice! " She clenched her fist. "Why can't you have a higher pursuit? Why not China's Ry? Ikeda son! "

"Who's that?"

"grandstanding Japanese, master of kimono embroidery." She waved her arms like a goddess of tragedy. "Look! Can't you study? You can only be a craftsman if you don't study, and you can be an artist if you study! "

"But I also embroider kimonos and export them to Japan."

She stamped her foot firmly: "Why don't you go back to school? You will definitely see unexpected things! "

At this time, there was a faint "meow", and a black cat landed in the canna bush and floated downstream to the teacher's side. The tragic sound of social drama and the fireworks to admire ghosts converge into the mysterious light of night: on the stage, ghosts are falling; The audience, like all kinds of ghosts, followed the ghost king and the ghost pawn to the theater with us. ...

The teacher held the trembling stray cat in his hand.

"Never mind, it may be a cat abandoned by the ghost king." Teacher Yu made a face.

"I won't let myself go." The teacher made a pun, and she was weak in preaching respect for knowledge; However, it is not normal to laugh at knowledge and morality. Teacher Yu almost envied the rain brushing her face like fog. ...

Probably "birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups". People with special nature can always smell each other. Teacher Yu returned to class after a long vacation.

"The first new partner I introduced to you was a gift from the ghost king," the teacher put the kitten on the platform. "Starting today, Ms. Cat is the class mascot, and everyone takes turns to take care of it."

"It is unhealthy for pregnant women to raise cats, so push it to everyone?" Feng was interrupted and smiled sullenly.

"Thank you for your biological advice," the teacher answered calmly. "The second person introduced today is the future Mr. Gu Zhuang Yu: in the past 200 years, only a master who embroidered the stage curtain for a famous opera master and tailored it for him can prefix his surname with the word' Gu Zhuang'. Feng still can't afford a large size, but he runs on the road of aesthetics ... "

"Where should I sit?" He was embarrassed, and his face was full of praise and expectation.

"Sit next to the person you think is the most beautiful."

"Wow-"The classroom was boiling, and everyone looked at him and guessed who he would choose. He limped slowly, but with firm steps.

The only unexpected thing is the teacher himself! I came back to the classroom on a whim because there was a teacher, right? And the place he really wants to stay is next to the podium.

so

"Let's run away together." I'm afraid it would be considered crazy for the teacher to say this line in the rain the night before the holiday. He waited for the teacher's reply, as if waiting for a century!

"There is nowhere to run," the teacher said gently. "Goodbye." The tenderness of infinite despair.

She closed the window.

The rain was unusually cold, the canna rattled, and the night was completely dark, but there were wisps of particles, like stars attached to raindrops, falling golden light.

Teacher Yu is like a sculpture, holding his hand on the pane for a long time, listening to the teacher's quiet breathing. In fact, he only heard his own breathing and the sound of rain washing the tiles, which made people feel trance and uneasy.

In my impression, it is always raining at the moment related to the teacher, perhaps it is an illusion. Otherwise, why didn't she have a husband to accompany her and never seen the wedding photos? All the memories are about her proud independence.

He turned the corner slowly and bumped into a pile of debris. There was a bat-like scream in his ear, and a young creature was crawling ... He remembered that Lady Cat was going to be a mother soon, and the teacher specially settled her in a quiet place. The mother cat licking the newborn cat looked up and silently showed her teeth to him. ...

Time flies in tension. Teacher Feng Yu picked up the cat's cradle and ran down the corridor. His brain went blank. Is this revenge on the teacher? He stared at the trademark of "uninhabited island" on the basket in vain, revealing the meaning of Buddhism. Legend has it that a dying person will become unusually calm, and a black cat will look at him calmly, with flames from hell burning in his eyes. ...

The black cat grinned and said, "Sin!"

He was startled and the basket fell into the water.

Hallucinations?

Surrounded by the river, the "uninhabited island" disappeared, cannas scattered along the river, leaves like sails, crystal stamens like navigation lights.

"You know, as the saying goes,' cats move children': cats are very shy, and they must be kept secretly after giving birth. If they are found, they will run away with kittens in their mouths and move to the next hiding place until the full moon ... "When the students went to the ferry to see the teacher off the next day, she apologized to everyone. Teacher Yu stood at a distance and saw that her hair was covered with Mao Mao rain, but she was not wet; He suddenly had a premonition that her delivery would not go well either.

Sure enough.

Neither child lived through the full moon: the first died in an incubator, and the second died of a high fever.

The first is because of a medical accident, the incubator rose to an impossible high temperature and became an oven; The second child seems to be born to challenge the limits of human body temperature. When the record is broken, it will return to heaven without regret ... what about Feng? He didn't have the courage to visit, he just wanted to go as far as possible. ...

[2]

The first press conference of The Rain Master in Ancient Costume was held on a cruise ship on the Seine River in Paris.

The costumes of the twelve golden women in A Dream of Red Mansions, all kinds of elegant and rich pleats, are hung on hangers in the Ming Dynasty, with soft lights, shredded paper fans, bamboo sticks and Four Treasures of the Study, which are in harmony with the motor rhythm and scenery ... Cultural officials, folk art celebrities and art agents put on their clothes to arouse Facebook and shuttle between exhibits. "The rain teacher in costume is the most'.

"Don't you think this set of Yue Opera costumes is too Japanese?"

"This exhibition has a unique flavor and will be famous by any means."

No matter how you look at it, the traditional dress embroidered by teenagers with long hair and earrings is a collision and speculation between modern and classical!

Although opera is dying and in danger, it has not died out after all. This year, Feng was sixteen years old, which surpassed his peers in the drama world and entered the game world. Not only because of talent, but also because of some unclassified legends and pranks.

People are not used to calling a young man a "master", but old things will always die, and no one can stop him from becoming a first-class fashion master. Sixty years ago, the clothing boss needed Mei Lanfang and Kirin Tong. He also needs celebrity effect, not limited to the opera world.

He enlarged the pattern of the costume to make the fat old artist look slimmer.

He embroidered water plants on the long skirts of female movie stars, which shone brightly in Venice.

He flew to Hong Kong for seven days to bid for the stage design of Peony Pavilion.

He is as lucky as the devil's pet!

The beloved escaped the attack of critics several times his age, jumped on the terrace and lit a cigarette. At this moment, he saw her.

A woman in black walked across the new bridge with a big bouquet of corn poppy in her hand. As if she heard someone shouting, she couldn't help turning her head to him.

It's the teacher

Or an illusion?

She gently opened her lips and said, "Sin!"

Show your true colors, women show cat faces! She threw Yu Meiren at the yacht. No, it was a bottle burning with gasoline, and then she smashed it on the window! The most beautiful cloak, twisted with gold and inlaid with precious stones, has not yet been completed, and the five-color lines hang infectiously, just like unspeakable love-burning like a tree.

"No-"Feng flapped the flame with all his strength, which was a full moon gift for the teacher.

The fire spread rapidly.

This year, young people in Paris proved their existence by arson. The Seine River is full of light and shadow, and gorgeous costumes disappear in the billowing black smoke. The guests panicked and asked each other, "Is there a riot in Paris?"

[3]

"The popular embroidery has finally burned into a silver flower." The black cat circled around Feng. "This is your destiny equation, throwing me into the water and being cursed by the fire; Unless you embroider 9999 cats as my backer. "

"What's the point?" Teacher Yu tugged at the burnt costume and asked weakly.

"Death, like an artist, only cares about tragedy and doesn't care about meaning."

"What if I refuse?"

"If you refuse, I will burn what you love, again and again." The cat monster got into the ashes of the costume and the powder fell on it. The costume was restored, but it also became a monster. He chirped, "Oh, it's better to give him a warning and do it again!" "

"Wonderful!" The cat monster jumped up, and Feng jumped up, too.

The announced punishment must be mutely resisted!

A winding path emerged in the night sky, like a sandbar slightly exposing the river. This is a ghost road?

Catwoman, dressed in a full set of costumes, has light footsteps, jumps like a swaying focus plane, flutters like an angel's wings, and her robes are spotless.

The rain Lord followed closely, and his legs and feet became more flexible than ever. Walking at night with death is the fastest shortcut in life, because the distance unit of death is time.

The cat monster suddenly dived into the void, and Feng followed suit and plunged into it!

It's water

The rain Lord choked the water and got into the water-whew, countless bubbles are flying? ! A little girl's face appeared before her eyes. Her face looks very special and simple, just like a beautiful map of Tang Bohu.

"Are you my father?" The girl cheered.

"Ah?" Feng was stupid at that time, and immediately found himself sitting in the bathtub, opposite to a little girl lying naked, with countless shampoo bubbles, and two people stared at each other.

"Today is my first birthday." The girl lit the calendar on the wall. "Mom said that dad was on a business trip and didn't come back until 16 years ago, but he might secretly go home for my birthday."

He was stunned and then his heart was broken. He has never seen a hapless person born on February 29th in a leap year. He only has a birthday every four years.

"Happy birthday. It's a pity that I'm not your father ... "As soon as he denied it, he saw the most disappointed face in the world. "But I am his messenger. It was raining before your father went on a business trip. He was wearing a naval officer's uniform, holding an umbrella in one hand, stepping on a stroller and shaking it gently. " He lied so carefully that even he was moved by his fantasy.

At this moment, they communicated their fate-

The little girl is his baby? What does it have to do with him?

Suddenly, the bubble burst and the shower nozzle spewed burning gasoline! The curse of fire! He picked up the girl, just like picking up a lot of laundry, rushed out of the bathroom, out of the hall, out of the patio, out of ... until he found himself in an empty school playground, and the tweeter rustled.

"There is wind and rain outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and it is sad and lonely." The radio suddenly sounded, and both of them were taken aback. The tune is deep and resolute, and the girl in her arms is only four years old. She didn't understand a word, but she heard tears. ...

The flashlight shines. It's Teacher Night, and this is his teacher!

"Mom!" The girl threw herself into the arms of the teacher.

I see.

The teacher's eyes are bright, like a mother cat whose cubs have been taken away; Feng smiled sweetly. "I didn't steal the child ... but if I hide the child, no matter where I run, you will chase me and torture the child's whereabouts. In a sense, we will never be apart again. When you are sad and laughing, you will think of me. We are tied together ... "

The teacher held the flashlight carefully, just like holding a lightsaber, and the beam was dazzling.

"What is the teacher's husband like?" What a wry smile, "is also very good? Most talented people are cruel. "

It's cruel of him to abandon your orphans and widows; It is cruel of you to refuse my love; I killed that cat to get back at you ... it was cruel.

"Don't go near my children." She made a firm gesture.

Feng was the only one left in the middle of the playground, and the black cat approached quietly.

"It turns out that the teacher's tragedy is also caused by you. Why kill babies one by one? Everything has nothing to do with her. "

"Isn't the teacher your favorite?" Cat monster's words hit his heart, and his heart weathered like a stone. Feng turned his head and said slowly, "I'll embroider for you."

[4]

Since then, the costume rain master has become a legend. Embroidery is only auctioned online, and publicity is only carried out in chat rooms. Some people say that he is just the title of a firm, a virtual trademark, and I don't exist at all!

Feng, who doesn't exist, takes out a screen of death, which is embroidered with the same black cat. "Are you satisfied?" He asked politely, "Then send Tathagata for free, Farewell My Concubine, Da Vinci!" " He conjured up one embroidery after another.

"Your embroidery is not sincere at all!" The cat trembled with energy. "In fairy tales, if you want to steal the fairy from the stork's nest, you must bravely escape from the witch's fangs. What about you? Think you're great? Committing three abuses of power is worth a life? I want to teach you a lesson! Teach you! " Death once again jumped into the ghost road-

The rain is very layered and extremely delicate. The TV news is on. Today is February 29th of leap year.

The girl grew up, playing skateboard with an umbrella and wriggling on the wet street; Without warning, the manhole cover was blown into the sky for the second time, spewing boiling steam.

He jumped on her and protected her again.

"Traffickers brothers!" She recognized him easily. "Dad may go home today, so you should be careful! You're not a boyfriend, are you? "

He looked down at her, and the beads of rain slipped down her cheeks and scattered on her nose. "I am your male classmate, and her eyes are stunned. I am scared to death!" He made a face of blowing his beard and glaring, which made her giggle. "Besides, your father fished squid in the Pacific Ocean and will be back in two years ..." The lie fell to the ground, as if the whole street was filled with the breath of the sea.

"Isn't he the captain?"

"In order to pay your high tuition, he had to quit his job and go fishing."

She was quite satisfied with the explanation, jumped on the skateboard and grabbed his hand. "Come with me!" "Bypass the steam column like slalom skiing and jump into the balcony-the old house full of memories has been demolished and transformed into a uniform apartment.

The teacher is watering the flowers. "How many times have you kidnapped my daughter?"

"Once every four years."

The teacher hesitated, as if he could not disappear in the rain at night. "Feng Shiyu!" "She shouted at his back," there is a kitten alive! It's a one-eyed little black cat! "It turned out that she always knew that it was herself who broke into the catwoman delivery room that night! The wind blew her wet long hair, and the next second later, after dawn, they could never be as close as they are now. He has never experienced such a happy and sad moment!

The whole flower burst into flames! Although it is the anger of death, at this moment, it seems like a gift from heaven!

[5]

The weeping willows echoed with cicadas' complacent cries, and fate was shrouded in ambiguous solar rain.

Master Feng Yu jumped on the embroidery frame to embroider, but the last cat didn't embroider, and all the silk threads were used up.

"When the social drama begins, your destiny takes a hand's child will come," urged death. "Don't you go? If you go, you will go to the West. "

Everything went back to the original point and ended where I first met my teacher.

In front of the house and behind the bridge, it was attacked by misty rain; The theater boat approached slowly, and the twelve curtain theater doors were propped up with bamboo branches, just like boats in the clouds and cars among flowers. There were many awning boats under the boat, and his missing mother and daughter also came by gondola.

"The brother of the trafficker." The girl saw him. "Today is my third birthday. You have to call me' Ai Qusan'. This is my nickname! "

"What does that mean?"

"Wrong water! I wrote the chemical formula of water as H3O. " She smiled, twelve years old, directly.

The teacher looked at him, making her sharper and harsher.

He is as embarrassed as a Ryukyu warrior.

Two people looked at each other calmly, as if hundreds of millions of light-years lost in the middle were cut off by a pair of scissors, and then rudely stitched together, and never separated again. ...

Master Feng Yu asked softly, "Can I have a bunch of your daughter's hair to finish this cloak?"

She nodded and acquiesced.

He finally crossed the long tsunami and boarded her ship.

Each hair is divided into 128 strands, and each line of rain is embroidered. ...

The vision began to blur.

The needle pricked the blood at the fingertips.

This is the 9999 th cat, and it is also the adult costume ordered by Love Song III. Thousands of stubborn cats are waiting for the last partner to join them after combing their pious souls. It is light and modern, revealing bad taste ... an unparalleled masterpiece, as if he came to the world just to complete this gift; From the first day of his birth, death has been guiding him, guiding him through the rain curtain and the human wall, and coming to a small man.

There is still the last stitch unfinished, but the thread is still a little short! The last cat's eye that can't be sewn, the knot that can't be opened ...

Feng stopped, the air was full of charge, and lightning screamed with its long hissing tongue.

He knew that the time had come and the play had reached its climax.

The chest was agitated, and the blood coughed on the satin and turned into a flame. Ai Qusan covered his mouth and pulled him away from the embroidered table. "Wait, you have to endure, you can't ruin your masterpiece."

All kinds of cats on the cloak woke up in an instant, jumped off the brocade and dragged their smoking tails onto the boat. "The so-called uncanny workmanship is a flash in the pan created by signing a contract with the devil? Fascinating, this is the biggest tragedy. " Death looked at the lighted curtains and muttered to himself.

The rain Lord in ancient costume laughed wildly and coughed up blood at the same time. No, that's fire breathing!

"Master Rain, do you finally remember?" The teacher asked gently, "You are dead ..."

Rain is really a wet memory!

It turns out that I was already dead in the first exhibition and was buried in a foreign fire.

If the teacher hadn't tried to persuade me to go back to school, there wouldn't be an intersection between us, would there? In the eyes of teachers, I will always be a burning teenager, right? The persistent desire of rain and the fact that my little daughter treats me as a "human" have given me the illusion of continuing to live in the world. ...

He put his cloak on Ai Qusan, and the whole cloak ran away from the cat, leaving only Canna in full swing. Her gorgeous language is a solid future!

"Are you my father?" Ai Qusan burst into tears. "Every birthday, only you are there, and Dad will never come back."

"No" This is an extremely sweet moment before sublimation. Death is disintegrating him all the time. "I am also waiting for your father ... to compete with him."

He lied to Ai Qusan and portrayed a father out of thin air: he was a navy captain, and he fished squid in the Pacific Ocean-a fictional father, like the wreckage of a submarine, sleeping at the bottom of 10,000 feet, and one day he would surface and be reborn in a lie.

We can't let him stay here! Mother must send him away. "This is your father's boat. If you want to have a funeral, you can only lie on your father's body! He can't stay here! "

"Why do you hate him so much?" Ai Qusan burst into tears.

Why do you hate him so much? Because his appearance is a kind of denial, denying the existence of his father, denying that a real man will jump back to this Wu Peng boat through the narrow rain lane and step on the green slate of Ding Dong.

The rain master in costume opened his mouth. "Don't tell her ..."

"I'll never tell her," mother said in his ear. "I will never tell her that you are her other father. Your biological father gave her a body, and you gave her a dream ... she will wait for her father forever until the day he comes back from the Pacific Ocean. "

The rain suddenly stopped. The audience stared at the burning stage in horror. Ai Qusan felt a kind of resurrection warmth. She fell into the gap between the known and the unknown ... she had a cramp in her abdomen and squatted down. This kind of pain is beyond her experience, this kind of pain is sobering, and blood drops on her white stockings ... this is a girl's menarche.

She passed the most dangerous childhood safely.

In full swing, she heard the echo of vitality pounding in her body.

The unfinished cloak floated in the wind, and a line of handwriting was faintly visible on the back of the last one-eyed cat that could not escape. It was an anonymous letter embroidered by an embroiderer, a curse of death and a message to her:

"It's so cool to be the son of heaven on an uninhabited island."