第二年的暑假，我又回到雨巷。当我靠近一条长椅时，躲在椅下的流浪猫冲了出来，对着我“猫猫”地叫。我心里虽然觉得有点对不起它，但是我依然没有停下缓缓的脚步，继续向堤防尽头迈进，走进了木屋。
外面的风在吹、雨在沙沙作响，除此之外，静悄悄。空旷的两层老木屋为我们挡去了一些风云，在离雨巷约五公里的地方有一个港口，我可以隐隐约约的看见对岸房屋的灯光，每间屋子里的人都在继续着他们的生活。
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我抬头看了看外面的风雨，然后低着头看了看海水。波涛滚滚的漆黑海面上泛起奶油般的泡沫，为这画面添加了几分激昂，看起来很冷漠，但说起来也怪怪的，竟又同时具有诱人的吸引力。我开始脱下雨衣，但这似乎是个愚蠢的举动，所以我又开始飞快地扣回纽扣。
海浪拍打着堤防边的木桩，然后又退回海里，一再重复这动作的海水看起来很有催眠力。我突然间觉得自己好像听见一个声音，但那不可能是叫她，没有人知道她在这儿。然而我又再次听见那个声音，这次它近了一些，我凝视着她。她转身，很惊讶地看见一个身影跑过来。看起来像是一个老人，但是在这样的夜晚，一个老人怎么会外出？
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当她靠近一些，我看清了那人的样子，她非常非常老，而且她穿着平常的衬衫与长裤，没有穿衣雨的她全身湿透了。眼看风吹倒她时，我三步并作两步往前走时，她已经爬起来了。我此时忍不住叹了口气。就在她想要独处的时候，偏偏堤防上冒出一个人来。
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那人停在我身边，低头看了看海水，身子一阵发抖后，她抬头真诚地看着我。
“别那么做！”她说，
“不要！”
老人退了几步后停下，看着我脸上的表情像是完全没有意识到寒冷的风雨。
“走开！”我说道。
老人再度走向前，我注意到老人湿透了的衣服粘合在她身上，像是她第二层的皮肤，她看起来瘦得简直令人难以置信。
“看，老人转过身指着俯视港口的一栋美丽公愚式大楼说，“我就住在那边，和我一起去喝杯咖啡怎样？如果你想找人说话，我很乐意倾听。
我看了看大楼，又转回海面，暗自懊恼——为什么我永远没办法顺心地完成一件事？然后，我开始注意到老人又在发抖了。我甚至于有翻阅她的人生履历，追寻她的人生足迹，感受她的喜怒哀乐，并为着她的开心而开心，为着她的忧郁而忧郁的念头。
我开始读她的文字，欣赏着她的才气，喜欢听她的言谈欢笑，喜欢贴近她的感觉，直至为着她愿意与你说话，而欣喜若狂。
于是，我便说：“好吧”
“我想来点咖啡也很不错。”
老人的住处就在大楼的三楼，天气好的时候，透过窗户能将港口与城市的风景尽收眼底。
Haven’t seen you for two years. In second year hot weather,Show me again come on RainLane.A strag cat hissed at I and ranfrom its shelter beneath a bench as me approached.My felt sorry for it,but did not stop his slow,steady pace toward the end of the jetty.
Outside of wind-raining Sound,there’s no one for the sound.It was quieter at the end.The old building protected him from much of the wind and some of the rain.Five miles a ross the harbor I could see the lights of houses on the other shore-all containing people getting on with their lives.
I looked down at the water,black,Creamy with foam,Creating strange pictures on the frantically tossing surface.It looked cold,but was strangely inviting,too.
I began to take his rain coat off,but it seemed a ludicrous idea and she fastened the top buttons again. The watter seemed hypnotic,the waves striking the old palings of the jetty before being sucked out again.In and out,In and out? I thought she heard a voice, but she couldn’t relate himself to it.No one knew she was here,she heard the voice again.It was much closer now,I stared at him,she turned and was surprised to see a figure heading toward him. It looked like a frail oldman.What could she be doing out on a night like this?
As she came closer me saw the man was very old.And she wasn’t dressed for the rain either,she was wearing casual trousers and an open-necked shirt.His clothes and hair were drenched.I sighed.Just when she wanted to be alone,wasn’t it typical that someone else happened to be on the jetty. 10 the man stopped beside him and looked down at the water.she shivered and then looked earnestly up at me.
"don’t do it"she said.
"Don’t do it."
The old man took afew steps back and stopped,looking wind and driving rain.
"Go away,"I said.
Then man stepped forward again. I noticed how incredibly thin the old man was.His saturated clothers clung to him like a second layer of skin.
“I look,”the man said.“I live just over there.”He turned and pointed at a large,well-lit block of apartments overlooking the harbor."come back with meand have a cup of coffee.If you want someone to talk to.I’ll be happy to listen."
I looked at the apartments and then back to the sea. why could she never do anything properly?she became aware that the old man was shivering.
"All right."she said gruffly."I could do with some Nestle coffee."
The old man’s apartment was on the third floor and in good weather the windows would have provided a fabulous view of the harbor and city.
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