"...According to the latest news from the city's Meteorological Bureau, a red rainstorm warning was issued at 7 a.m. today. It is expected that there will be short-term heavy rains, accompanied by strong convective weather such as thunderstorms and strong winds. Citizens are requested to pay attention to travel safety..."

The old TV in the breakfast shop was broadcasting the weather forecast, and the dusty blades of the fan whirred, blending in with the chirping of cicadas in the bushes. Le Zhi finished the last bite of vegetarian soup noodles and sweated on his forehead due to the heat.

When I looked up, I saw the boss with his hands on his hips looking out of the store and exclaimed: "The weather is so damn hot, and it's also raining heavily. The weather forecast is really nonsense."

He also stood up, put on his schoolbag, walked out, and rode his bicycle. Within his field of vision were large swathes of deep and light green, and the midsummer wind blew the humid and warm air over his face and body, making his skin feel like

It was covered with a sticky film. It was still early in the morning, and the heat hidden in the light had already begun to show its edge. The sunlight reflected on the glass building made everything except the mottled tree shadows hot and white, as if the image was distorted.

It certainly doesn't look like there will be heavy rain.

When we arrived in the classroom, everyone turned on the air conditioner early. Le Zhi, who was sweating from the bike, suddenly entered the air-conditioned room, subconsciously touched his arm, sat down and opened his book.

His deskmate borrowed his English homework and praised his creativity festival work for being beautiful.

"Thank you." Le Zhi looked down at his notes and wanted to endorse it, but in his mind, he thought of what he said to Song Yu when they were having supper downstairs last night, and he probably wouldn't take the invitation seriously.

In fact, it may not even be called an invitation. He just mentioned it while drinking mung bean soup. Today, the Creative Festival will change a batch of student works, including his creative paintings and Jiang Yufan's photography. But at that time, there were only

Aunt Rong and Uncle Song showed their enthusiasm for understanding his works. Song Yu drank quietly without saying a word.

Later, Le Zhi couldn't help but asked him again: "Brother, do you have physical education class tomorrow?"

Song Yu nodded and asked him what was wrong.

Le Zhi said it was nothing. After a few seconds, he found another reason and said he wanted to read a certain book by Song Yu.

"It was borrowed." Song Yu replied.

I didn't really want to watch it at first, so Le Zhishi nodded calmly, "Okay."

He just wanted to confirm whether Song Yu would attend physical education class.

Because the route from the high school teaching building to the playground passes through the Little Fountain Square, the exhibition venue of the Creative Festival.

"It seems like it's going to rain today." The deskmate copied the homework at an alarming speed. When he handed the exercise book to Le Zhi gratefully, "Did you bring an umbrella? Le Le."

Le Zhi came back to his senses and nodded, "I always have a handful in my drawer."

"That's good, but I don't think it's necessary. The sun is so bright today."

The air-conditioned classroom was like a big blast freezer, insulating him from the outside temperature. His thoughts were dull and his body senses became insensitive, making it difficult to perceive changes outside. Le Zhi was afraid of heat, so he never left.

classroom.

Song Yu, who hated the high temperature even more than him, had to leave the air conditioner during the third period, and went to the physical education class very depressed and passive. Although the sunshine was slightly smaller than in the morning, it was so stuffy that it felt like humidity.

Put a towel on your face.

Twist the air in this city, and I'm afraid it will be dripping with water.

"I'll occupy a better golf course later," Qin Yan put his arm around his shoulders, "Hey, why don't you buy a Sprite first?"

Song Yu thought he was hot and pushed Qin Yan away, "It's hot, I don't want to fight."

"No! Damn it, how can you win if you don't play with me? You are a high school boy, how can you not play with me?!"

He once again began to beg relentlessly, all the way from the teaching building to the main road, and then to the Fountain Square where the fountain was turned off.

Qin Yan's attention was attracted by the exhibition of works in front of him, "Has it changed again today? This paper-cutting is pretty good... isn't it like our sophomore class?" He looked quickly, looking around, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yu stopped.

Standing in front of a certain shelf, I looked fascinated and felt a little strange, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Song Yu turned around and left with Qin Yan.

Even in the hot summer, they were forced by their physical education teacher to run around the playground twice. After finishing the run, Song Yu walked to the vending machine at the edge of the playground, bought a bottle of ice water, and drank a few sips, feeling less depressed.

Qin Yan invited some boys to play three-on-three. Song Yu, who wanted a quick victory because the weather was too hot, played so hard that the three opponents thought he had too much energy.

"Damn it, another one came in!" Qin Yan was like a cheerleader trying to catch a fish on the field, applauding Song Yu vigorously.

After the ball hit the ground, Song Yu grabbed his collar and fanned himself, and the moist air flowed into his shirt. The sky darkened seemingly in an instant, and dark clouds quickly occupied the entire sky.

He stretched out his hands that were stained by the basketball and spread them upward, as if waiting for something.

"Song Yu, continue!"

"It's too hot." Song Yu turned around and left the court, "I'm going to wash my face."

Qin Yan felt that he was confused, "You love to be clean too much, so you can't go back later."

But he could never stop Song Yu and could only watch. The strange thing was that he did not go directly to the bathroom behind the football field, but walked out of the stadium surrounded by barbed wire.

Dark spots appeared on the light gray cement floor, one after another. After leaving the playground, Song Yu walked a little faster, and then started running directly. The sound of English readings in the teaching building passed through the lush trees, and people wearing clothes

Song Yu, in a white shirt, ran under the shadow of the trees and finally stopped in front of a shelf in the exhibition area.

He panted slightly and stared at the note on the shelf that read "Le Zhi Shi, Class 2 (8), Junior High School".

The rain began to fall, dripping through the gaps between the clouds and trees and onto Song Yu's shoulders.

Originally he wanted to take it away directly, but suddenly he saw that his palms were stained with dust from the basketball and were very dirty. So he did not touch the painting, but held the wooden strips of the shelf and raised it, with the side with the painting facing inward.

, before the rain gets heavier, leave this deserted small square.

The rain soaked Song Yu's back, and the translucent white shirt wrapped the boy's slightly convex shoulder blades. He entered the stairway on the first floor of the junior high school, wiped the rain on his forehead slightly with the back of his hand, lowered his head again, and checked whether the painting was there.

Didn't get wet.

Fortunately, he arrived in time, and only the first few drops of rain were stained on the painting. This is a bustling city in the rain painted by Le Zhishi, but like the double exposure technique of photography, the bustling city reflects a faint lake.

The title is - Nowhere to Home.

Song Yu held the easel and went upstairs from another staircase away from Le Zhishi's classroom. The light on the stairs became dim, and the reflection of memories was reflected in the faint water vapor in the air.

He seemed to see the six-year-old Le Zhi squatting under the eaves, pointing to the water rising on the ground, almost submerging the steps, and asked Song Yu: "Brother Xiao Yu, why does the ground flood when it rains? It almost floods."

It’s no bigger than the small tower I built yesterday with stones.”

At that time, Song Yu also tried to explain to him: "Because we originally had many lakes here that could store a lot of water. But in order to build more houses, they filled in the lakes and turned them into land, so they could no longer store water."

The little Le Zhi squatted on the ground and let out a long oh.

"So Yu has no home to go back to."

At that time, Song Yu just felt that Le Zhishi knew nothing about it, and no matter how scientifically he explained something, he still had his own strange understanding.

But at this moment, recalling his childhood memories, Song Yu couldn't help but curl up his lips.

Most of these strange thoughts that appeared in Le Zhishi's mind came from spending time with Song Yu day and night.

Halfway through the class, he suddenly heard his deskmate say that it was raining outside. Le Zhi woke up as if from a dream and remembered that his painting was still outside. He quickly turned his head and pursed his lips at Jiang Yufan, who was sitting in the other group.

He showed a pitiful expression. Jiang Yufan, whose work was also exposed to the rain, also gave him a heartbroken expression, and then told him with body language and mouth movements to pick it up after class.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the glass windows were beaten by water droplets, and were covered with transparent rain lines. Le Zhi felt a little depressed, and it was not entirely because his paintings might be soaked.

Rarely, Le Zhi reached into the drawer and took out his phone. The screen lit up, but no message was displayed on it.

Song Yu didn't share his thoughts with him, which meant that Song Yu didn't see it at all.

But he quickly rejected this inference because even if Song Yu saw it, he would not share any impressions with him.

"I can't finish the paper, so let's stop here. After class, you can correct the wrong questions and continue the evening self-study..."

The teacher was still talking on the podium, but as soon as the bell rang, Jiang Yufan rushed out from the front door of the classroom. Le Zhi, who had been holding an umbrella, hesitated a little. When he saw a few more people leaving, he followed them and lowered his voice.

He walked out with his head down.

The door of Class 2 (8) was next to the stairs. They ran down quickly, the wind that came with them broke through the thick air. When they saw Jiang Yufan preparing to rush directly into the rain, they were happy to shout his name and hold on.

Open your umbrella and run to the small square with him.

"My photos, my photos, my photos..." Jiang Yufan muttered all the way. When he walked over, he found that each row of shelves was covered with a transparent light blue tarpaulin. He was still worried and pulled Le Zhishi to go.

After checking, I saw that the photo I took was intact under the raincloth.

"Fortunately, they responded quickly. However, my photos are already wrapped in plastic. Your paintings are more dangerous. Go and take a look." He took Le Zhishi's arm and went inside.

Le Zhishi's eyes were also searching for his paintings, but when he actually walked to the place where he had placed them before, he found that there was an empty space there.

"Where are my paintings?" Le Zhishi murmured.

Jiang Yufan checked the left and right sides and found that they were indeed not from Le Zhishi. There was exactly one missing in the middle, "Are you sure it's here?"

Le Zhishi nodded.

"It's so strange. Let's look for it again."

The two of them looked at the row one by one, but they were not happy about it. The works in the exhibition were all arranged one against the other, very regular. It was obvious that one of the easels was missing in the square array.

Le Zhishi's heart seemed to be missing a small piece, as if it had been stolen. He was calm on the outside, but lost his mind on the inside. Disappointed, he rushed back to the teaching building before the bell rang for the next class.

Jiang Yufan walked up the steps one step at a time, and walked to the third floor stairs first, saying: "How could someone steal a painting? It's such a big shelf, why can't you just say that you can't see it..."

He suddenly fell silent, changed the topic, looked at the corridor outside his classroom, and said to Le Zhishi behind him, "There are so many people."

Le Zhi also looked up and saw that there were indeed many people, "Why are they all gathered around the back door of our classroom..."

"Let's go and have a look." Jiang Yufan looked like he was watching the fun with great interest. Although Le Zhishi was in a bad mood, he still followed him.

When several classmates in the group saw Le Zhi coming over first, they smiled and waved to him, "Hey, isn't this Le Le?"

"Wow! You are amazing!"
To be continued...