Who is more important than the original prose?

Meiyu came down again.

I don't feel tired of rain. What I hate is motorcycle wheels galloping in the rain. It will splash mixed water on my pants and even eat delicious food in my mouth. I often stare at the rain outside the window in the office when my business is free, and talk to my colleagues about the grievances of these selfish wheels. Don't save money on rainy days. You can take the bus, which is more comfortable. They will give me good advice. But I did not give in to their kindness. I don't want to save money I like to go back with an umbrella in the falling rain. My apartment is close to the company, so I don't have to take the tram when I get off work. In addition, another reason is that I don't like taking the bus in rainy days. That's because I don't have a raincoat yet. Trams in rainy days are almost all gentlemen, ladies or ladies wrapped in raincoats. In such a narrow carriage, the people who rolled were covered in water. I will definitely take a first-class umbrella. Besides, especially at night, when the street lights are on, it is a kind of entertainment to look at the rainy scenery of the city with a little temporary relaxation along the pedestrian street, although it is slow. The traffic figures coming and going in the misty fog have all disappeared, and the outline is clear. Many yellow lights are reflected on the vast road, and occasionally red and green lights are flashing the eyes of pedestrians. At the age of two, people who are close to each other seem to be in mid-air even if their voices are very high.

People often quote this ending that I work too hard, but they don't know that I will have to find great fun here. Even if the motorcycle bottom wheel occasionally splashes mud on me, I won't change my habit because of it. What's wrong with saying habit? It has been like this for three or four years. Sometimes I occasionally think that I have to buy a raincoat, so that I can take a bus or even walk in rainy days, so as to avoid being splashed with mud, but I still keep it in my heart as the hope of life.

It's been raining heavily in recent days. I still go to the company with an umbrella in the morning and go home with an umbrella in the afternoon. Every day.

Yesterday afternoon, business piled up. At four o'clock, I saw that it was raining heavily outside, so I left it alone in the office, thinking of simply making more piles, so that I could save more piles tomorrow, or I could take shelter from the rain until the rain subsided. I walked around like this until six o'clock, but it had stopped.

Walking outside, although it is already brightly lit, the sky has cleared up. Dragging an umbrella, avoiding the dripping water from the eaves, slowly passed by, and walked from Jiangxi Road West to Sichuan Luqiao for almost half an hour. The clock in the post office is already six twenty-five. It was already dark and heavy before I stepped onto the bridge, but I didn't mind, because I knew it was night. Just arrived at the bridge, the sudden rain leaked from the dark clouds and made a loud noise. Looking at the pedestrians in a hurry on the North Sichuan Road and on both sides of Suzhou Creek, I only feel a little anxious. What are they worried about? They must also know that it is raining and there is no danger to their lives. But why are you in such a hurry to avoid it? I said it was because I was afraid of getting wet, but I clearly saw that people with umbrellas and raincoats were stumbling. I think at least this is an unconscious confusion. But if I hadn't felt the taste of walking in the rain, I would have rushed off the bridge like these people.

Why did you run away like this? The road ahead is also raining. I was too careless when I opened my umbrella. Unconsciously, I have passed the Tiantong intersection. It is raining heavily in the street. This is really a great rule. Except that several motorcycles kept breaking through the rain curtain, they still got into the rain and didn't see trams and rickshaws. I want to know where they are hiding. As for people, there are few people walking, but you can see groups of shops under the eaves or in the shade. Those with umbrellas and those without umbrellas, those with raincoats and those without raincoats all got together and looked at the unforgivable rain with tired eyes. I don't know what kind of weather they bought these rain gear for.

As for me, I have approached the road of literary director. I don't have any problems. I have a good umbrella, and my face has never been wet by rain. Although my feet feel a little wet and twisted, it's a matter of changing a pair of socks at most when I get home. I walked and looked at Chuanbei Road in the rain, feeling hazy and quite poetic. But the "feeling" mentioned here is actually not a specific thought. In addition to "I should turn here", I realized something subconsciously.

I stepped out of the sidewalk and probed to see if there were cars coming and going in the street. I was just about to cross it and turn into the road of Wen Jian when a tram I had never seen stopped in front of me. I stopped and still retreated to the sidewalk, waiting for the car to leave by a telephone pole. When the car stopped, I could actually cross it with peace of mind, but I didn't. I have lived in Shanghai for a long time and know the rules of walking. Why don't I cross the road when I can? I don't know.

I counted the passengers who got off the first bus. Why not count the cars coming down from third class? There is no deliberate choice here. The first-class passengers just got off in front of me. So I can see it clearly. The first one, a Russian in a red raincoat, and the second one, a middle-aged Japanese woman, got off the bus in a hurry, opened an oriental umbrella with a thick handle in her hand, bowed her head around the front of the car, and turned into the road of Wen Jian. I know her. She is the owner of a fruit shop. Third, fourth, China businessmen like Ningbo people all wear green rubber China raincoats. The fifth passenger, the last one, is a girl. She doesn't have an umbrella in her hand or a raincoat. It seems that she got on the tram after the rain stopped, but it was raining in such a big market when she arrived at her destination. I guess she must have got on the bus from far away, at least a few stops above Kadeqing.

I began to notice her beauty when she got out of the car, shrank her thin but not explicit shoulders and walked shyly on the road. There are many aspects of beauty. Of course, a good appearance is an important element, but Wen Ya, a wind instrument, has even stopped at the bottom of her limbs. Even if she speaks it well, at least she is disgusted. There is also a copy of these, and this girl in the rain, I think she is suitable for these endings in the future.

She looked at both sides of the road, and then went to the corner to see the way of the literary director. I know she is anxious to call a rickshaw. But I saw that along the underground view, there was no car wandering on the road in Jidi, and it was raining harder and harder. She immediately turned and hid under the eaves of a wooden shop, looking annoyed and trimming her eyebrows carefully.

I also retreated under the eaves. Although the tram has gone and the road is empty, I can still cross it. But why don't I cross home? Any attachment to this girl? No, there is no such attachment consciousness. But this is by no means my family has a wife waiting for me to go back for dinner under the lamp. At that time, I never even missed my wife. There was a beautiful object in front of me. I stood alone and watched the plum rain hang down forever. Because of these reasons, I unconsciously moved my steps and stood beside her.

Although under the eaves, although there is no heavy grid sliding down, every gust of wind will blow the cool rain on us. I have an umbrella, which can be used as a shield against the rain like a medieval warrior, but this girl is wet intermittently. Thin silk dress, black is useless, and the arms have been painted with a rounded ass. She turned around and stood upside down many times to avoid the light rain from hitting her chest. It doesn't matter if you get a little rain on your shoulders and make your clothes stick to meat? I used to think so occasionally.

When the weather is good, there are many rickshaws doing business on the road, but when it is needed now, it is gone. I don't think rickshaw pullers are very good at doing business, perhaps because there are too many people in need and the demand exceeds the supply, so even in such a busy street, there is no trace of a car. Maybe the drivers are sheltering from the rain, too. Shouldn't drivers take shelter from the rain in such a big room? There is no need to care about the existence of rickshaws. You can have the 3d back. I even think it's useless to use those manpower in Baofeng County. Take back the shuttle bus and come and pick up this business. Here is a sari. Returning is good for any of you, such as bursitis. After the situation was broken, the rickshaw finally disappeared. It is really late. Near right. There are some impatient men with short sleeves at the money gate. They are platoons.

Yes, I strode away. I think this girl has been calling the police since she was a child.

Ran Ying seems to be in a hurry. Her painful eyes match.

In her eyes. I know. I'm surprised. Why are you surprised?

..... How? Are you waiting for a man with an umbrella and leather shoes? but

And then what? Isn't it kind of you to look at me like that? A defender stopped looking at me and looked into the dark sky. I must have guessed that I thought so. . I have an umbrella so big that both of us have shadows. I don't know why divination will wake me up early. But now it has awakened, what should I do? I leaned over the umbrella to shelter her from the rain. I can walk with her to find Chen. If there are not many roads, I can take her to the underground home. There are many roads. What if there is an S? Should I cross this road to show my kindness? Kindness, does she have any other doubts? Maybe she will know me as I just guessed, and she will have to refuse me. Is she willing to stay up alone in such a rainy day and in a calm evening street? Don't! But it won't stop. It kept falling like this ... after a long time, I was completely flowing between these two waters at the end of the river. I took out my watch. It was 7: 34. . There are still many hours. Don't always come down like this. You see, the drain has come and gone, with a lot of water on it, swirling and struggling to flow down the road. Are you afraid that you will swim on the sidewalk soon? No, it won't last so long. F, stop for a while, she will definitely be able to walk. Even if it doesn't stop raining, the rickshaw can always come, and she will take it anyway. However: Should we go? It's time to go. Why not? ……

In this way, another ten minutes passed. I haven't left yet. The rain didn't stop, and there was no trace of the car. She is still standing anxiously. I have a strong curiosity. Like her, in all the difficulties, I want to see how she finally handles herself. Seeing her so embarrassed and anxious, pity and wait-and-see psychology account for half of me.

He looked at me in surprise again.

Suddenly, why didn't you feel it just now? I wonder, she seems to be waiting for me to give her an umbrella and send her back. No, not necessarily. Just go where she wants to go. You have an umbrella, but you won't go. You are willing to give me half of the shade, but what more suitable time are you waiting for? Her eyes are saying to me.

I blushed, but I didn't bow my head.

After marriage, I don't often use shyness to deal with a girl's attention. This is my own, and I was surprised at once. What reason would I use to explain my blushing? Don't! But then I got the courage of a man and asked for revenge. This may be a bit harsh, but at least I urged her to overcome her heart in my body.

After that, I approached the girl and divided the umbrella in half to shade her.

Miss, I'm afraid there won't be a car for a while. If it doesn't get in the way, let me give it a ride. I have an umbrella.

I wanted to send her back to the house, but then I thought that she might not be on her way home, and the result was only two words. When I said these words, I tried to look calm. She must have seen the torrent of my blood hidden behind this reluctant calm attitude.

She stared at me with a smile. This situation has been going on for a long time, and she is evaluating my motivation for this behavior. Shanghai is a bad place, and people are communicating with a kind of distrust! She may be making up her mind. Will the rain really stop soon? Is there really no rickshaw coming? Do you want to take his umbrella for a walk? Maybe you can have a rickshaw around the corner, or maybe you can let him deliver the goods. Then why not have something? ..... might as well. Don't you get suspicious when you meet someone you know? ..... But it's already late, and it doesn't feel less raining.

So she nodded to me, very slightly.

-Thank you. As soon as her lips opened, a soft Suzhou sound broke out.

Turning into the road near the west, under the umbrella of rain, next to a girl, I began to doubt my adventure. Will things come to this? Who is she, walking beside me and letting me use an umbrella to shade her? I have never had such an experience in recent years except with my wife. I turned my head and leaned back. There are many people in the shop. They leave their jobs and look at me or us. I can see their suspicious faces through the drizzle. I'm surprised. Is there anyone I know here? Or anyone who knows her? ..... Look at her again, she lowers her head and walks with her feet on. My lower nose is just near her lower bangs, and it smells delicious. No matter who you know, what do you think when you see such a colleague? ..... I put down my umbrella to cover our eyebrows. People can't see our faces unless they bend down on purpose. She seems to like such a move.

At first, I walked on her right, clutching the umbrella handle with my right hand. In order to give her more front cover, my arm volleyed. I began to feel pain in my arm, but I don't think it is a kind of pain. I glanced at her sideways and hated that the umbrella handle blocked my view. Viewed from the side, she is not as good-looking as the front. But since then, I have made a new discovery: she looks like a person. Who is it? I looked for it, I looked for it, and I seem to remember it clearly, but ... I care about a woman I know almost every day, with the same figure and almost the same face as the person walking beside me now, but why is it so puzzling now? ..... Oh, yes, I wonder why I don't remember, it's impossible! Isn't the girl I fell in love with for the first time, my classmate and neighbor, a lot like her? From the side, I have left her for several years. On the last day we met, she was only fourteen years old, … one year old … two years … seven years old. I got married and I haven't seen her again, so I want to be more beautiful ... but it's not that I haven't watched her grow up. When I remembered her impression, she didn't keep the attitude of a 14-year-old girl. I dream, dream or daydream from time to time and watch her grow up. I used to think that she was a beautiful girl of twenty. She has a good voice and posture. Sometimes when I am sad, she will be a woman in my imagination, even a young mother.

But why is she so like her? This attitude still retains the ghosting of fourteen years old. Is it her own? Why didn't she come to Shanghai? It's her! Is there such a person who looks exactly the same? I wonder if she denied me ... I should ask her.

-Miss is from Suzhou?

-Yes.

It's really her, a rare opportunity! When did she come to Shanghai? Has her family moved to Shanghai? Or, alas, I'm afraid, she married in Shanghai? She must have forgotten me, otherwise she wouldn't allow me to send her away. ..... Maybe my appearance has changed, and she can't recognize me anymore. Long time no see. ..... but does she know I'm married? If she didn't know, now she knows me? Should I tell her? If this is necessary, how can I express it? ……

I happened to look on the side of the road, and there was a woman leaning against the counter of a shop. Look at me with melancholy eyes, or maybe look at her. I suddenly seem to find out that this is my wife. Why is she here? I want to know.

We walked somewhere. I'll pay attention. Small food market. I'm afraid she will arrive soon. I should miss this opportunity. I want to know more about her, but should we continue our broken friendship, yes, at least? Or am I still like this? I'm just an unknown person in her mind who helps women with kindness? I began to hesitate what I should do best.

It seems that I should also know where she is going. She may not have come home. Home-if my parents agree to go home, I can go in, just like when I was a child. But what if it is her own home? Why didn't I ask her if she was married ... maybe not even her own family, but her lover's family. I saw a gentle young gentleman. I began to insult, why are you so happy today, and the rest of my wife is anxiously waiting for me to mind other people's business at home? Sichuan north road. Finally there will be rickshaws coming and going? Even if I don't send her with an umbrella, she can still rent a car. I would have left her in the rain if I didn't find it inconvenient to say it.

Let's try again.

Miss, what's your name?

-Liu.

Liu? It must be fake. She recognized me. She must know everything about me. She lied to me. She doesn't want to know me anymore, even her friendship. Woman! ..... Why did she change her surname? ..... Maybe this is her husband's last name? Liu (surname) ... What happened to Liu?

These monologues didn't take up too much of my time. Within a few minutes of crossing the street with this attractive-looking girl, they quickly passed through my heart. I don't often leave her at the end of my eyes, and I still don't think the rain is getting smaller. At present, more and more people seem to come and go, and rickshaws have seen several cars in a trance. Why doesn't she rent a car? Maybe it will reach her final destination soon. Will she deliberately delay coming with me because she already knows me in her heart and dare not recognize me?

A breeze blew up her skirt and floated behind her. She turned away from the wind blowing from the opposite side and closed her eyes, which was a little charming. This is a poetic gesture. I remember a Japanese painting by Chun Qing, Bo Suzuki, titled "A Beautiful Painting in the Palace of Raining Night". Walking in front of the shrine at night, carrying lanterns, covered with umbrellas torn by oblique winds and drizzles, and carrying clothes and lanterns blown by the wind, it is quite free and easy to turn away from the wind and rain. Now I pay attention to this aspect, and she also has some such abundance. As for myself, in the eyes of others, I may have become her husband or lover, and I am quite proud of this false decoration. Yes, when I thought she was really the first girl I fell in love with when I was young, I enjoyed the fake decoration as if it had really happened. Moreover, I can smell it from the powder fragrance that the moist wind blows on her temples and cheeks, which is the same as all the scents of my wife. ..... I immediately thought of an ancient poem, "Give money to renew the frontier", which is very suitable for my adventure today. Suzuki's famous Bertie painting surfaced again. But the beauty of Suzuki's face is not similar to her, and the lips in my wife's shop are somewhat similar to the lips of the girl in the picture. When I tried again, I stared at her. Strange, now I don't think she is the first love partner I just misunderstood. He is another irrelevant girl. Eyebrows, nose, crooked bones, even if there are changes at the end of the year, there is absolutely no trace. And I'm particularly annoyed with her lower lip. It seems too thick to lean over.

I suddenly feel very comfortable and my breathing is much smoother. If I hold an umbrella for her intentionally or unintentionally, I will gradually feel that my arm is too sour and I have no feeling. This unknown girl accompanied me, as if she had been released from my inner cage. I just think it's completely dark and I can't hear some rain on my umbrella.

Thank you. No, the rain has stopped.

She just echoed in my ear.

I suddenly woke up and put away my umbrella. A ray of street lamp light hit her ass and face, showing orange. Is she coming soon? But she doesn't want me to accompany her to her destination, so do you want to say goodbye to me when the rain stops? Can I try to see where she is going? ……

Never mind, if there is no obstacle, I'll deliver it.

-No, I can go by myself. I don't have to send it. Time has passed, and I'm really sorry.

Looks like I don't want to send it. But what if it still rains heavily? ..... I'm worried about the bad weather, so why not continue to rain for half an hour? Yes, another half hour will be enough. For an instant, I saw a special dignity in her gaze-that was waiting for my answer-and I felt awe, just like the wind blowing on my shoulder in the rain. I wanted to answer, but she didn't wait for me any longer.

Thank you. Please turn around. Goodbye. ……

She leaned slightly and said to me, taking a few steps forward and not looking back. I stood in the middle of the road, looking at her back, and then disappeared into the dusk. I stood there until a rickshaw puller came to drum up business for me.

In the car, I seem to be flying a dream that I will forget after waking up. I seem to have unfinished business, and I have a concern in my heart. But this is not clearly realized. I tried to open my umbrella several times, but then I would laugh. This is unconscious. It didn't rain, it was completely dark, and there were a few stars in the sky.

I knocked on the door when I got off the bus.

-Who?

This is the voice of the girl I accompanied under the umbrella! Strange, why is she in my house again? The door opened. Not the girl standing by the half-open door in the hall with the light on her back. In the dim light, I recognized her as the woman who leaned against the counter and looked at me and the girl who was traveling with jealous eyes. I walked in the door. In the light, I wonder why I can't find the phantom of that woman from my wife's face.

My wife asked me why I came home so late. I said I met a friend and had a snack in Sullivan. I sat for a long time because the rain stopped. In order to prove my lies, I ate very little at night.

[Introduction] Night of Plum Rain is a typical psychoanalytic novel. The author said that this short story "is all about a psychological process". This article describes the hero's feelings for Meiyu and his "adventure" with an unknown girl on the night of Meiyu. Write the hero's feelings about the beauty of the girl, subconsciously approaching the girl, embarrassed when eyes meet, and then send her under an umbrella in the rain, fearing that acquaintances and wives will see her on the way, mistaking her for a girlfriend at first love. Finally, they regretted that the rain had stopped and went home to hide the truth about their "adventure" from their wives. There are no ups and downs in the novel, and the dialogue is only four or five short sentences. Mainly wrote "I" for the girl's attention, care and sympathy, pity, and lingering feelings in my heart.

The New Sensation School uses modernist creative methods to write novels, deliberately excavating the subconscious and hiding consciousness, and pursuing subjective feelings and impressions. This novel describes the protagonist's inner activities in a whole text, vividly explains his subjective feelings, analyzes and shows the subtleties of his love for girls and even his fear of being discovered by acquaintances, and shows the characteristics of the author's good at psychoanalysis and the unique artistic style of this school of writers.