Especially in Huicheng, a southern city, autumn rain always comes unexpectedly.
When school was about to end in the afternoon, heavy rain came unexpectedly, and the raindrops instantly created puddles on the ground.
All the students in the class quickly left. Some of them squeezed into one umbrella, or asked the dormitory students to borrow umbrellas, and burst into the rain with laughter.
Song Yueliang was the only one in the class who didn't move.
She didn't ask anyone to borrow her umbrella, and no one invited her to take one up.
Looking at the other person's thin back, which was straight and straight in his seat, I suddenly realized that Song Yueliang and I were actually the same person.
Lonely and out of place.
Uncle Gui came to pick me up, and I gave my umbrella to Song Yueliang.
After writing this diary, I looked through the previous records and found that Song Yueliang's name was on almost every page.
…
After reading this diary, Song Yueliang stopped for a while without turning the page.
The man's diary kept bringing out the memories buried in her mind.
She remembered that he gave her an umbrella and then did not come to school for a whole week.
The remaining papers in my hand are very thin, and only the bottom one has not been read yet.
Song Yueliang moved her fingertips and pulled out the paper.
Not a diary.
There are only a few lines of words, and the handwriting is neater than before, showing that the person who wrote it is serious and solemn, but the ink seal is getting lighter and lighter, as if the oil has dried up.
——Moon, my pen is about to run out of ink. If you still want to continue reading, can you open the door and lend me a pen?
——By the way, give me a chance to reintroduce myself.
--I wanted to meet you.
"Mom, you smiled." The little baby squatted at her feet, holding his chin in his hands, with clear and clean eyes.
Song Yueliang calmly corrected her daughter, "No, the baby saw it wrong."
Doubt appeared in Qiqi's eyes, and she clearly saw the corners of her mother's mouth curl up.
"Dandan, why did mom lie?" She turned to Little Danman for advice.
"When women face feelings, they like to be duplicitous." Little Danman educated her, "Silly boy, my brother tells you that feelings are just pots of blood. If you don't want to be spat with blood when you grow up, just
Don't touch feelings."
"why?"
"Because no man in this world is a good thing. If there is, it must be in a novel."
Qiqi recited it silently several times and tried to write it down.
Although she didn't understand what these words meant, Dandan was definitely right, she just memorized them.
At this time, Song Yueliang had already gotten up from the sofa and walked out.
The door opened, and the man stood outside. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes with a slightly curved arc and a full smile. "I am Fu Yanchi, a native of Kyoto. I am twenty-seven years old and 1.87 meters tall. My father Yanhuai and my mother died young.
.You have a small income and can squander it.”
"Miss Song, want to get acquainted again?"
Song Yueliang lowered her eyes and looked at the hand held out by the man. It was pale and thin, with well-proportioned and slender finger bones. It was more than one size larger than her hand.
She threw the bottle of ink over and raised her eyebrows, "This bottle of ink is enough for you to use for several days. Keep writing. When you are satisfied with your writing, I will get to know you again."
Fu Yanchi's smile fell, "Moon, can you give me a few days to write slowly? My hands are numb."
"Okay, I'm not in a hurry."
Song Yueliang smiled and slammed the door again.
Isn't his memory very good? He can even remember the year, month and day of the week.
In this case, then write slowly.
She also wanted to see what else she didn't know about him in private during those years.
Give him buns to eat and secretly scold her for being nosy?
Take the exam and pretend to be a good person so that she can get first place?
She wanted to see how long his diary could be.
Let’s see how long it takes for him to hold on before he writes about the reason why he suddenly disappeared and now comes back again.
Or maybe, he simply thought that there was no need to explain to her.
…
Kaiyue Hotel.
Meng Jingxian temporarily settled here.
As soon as she settled in, she called Kyoto.
On the other end of the phone, someone picked up the call almost immediately. She didn't know whether the man had been waiting for her to call early, or whether he happened to answer the call so quickly.
"Brother Huai, I've arrived in Huicheng. Well, Ah Chi was discharged from the hospital at noon... It's my fault that I said the wrong thing, otherwise he wouldn't have rushed out..." Meng Jingxian habitually took the blame on herself first, and then mentioned it later
Regarding Song Yueliang, "She and Ah Chi should have known each other for a long time, and Ah Chi was very nervous about her."
"Ms. Song is a very nice person and has a good temper... However, she has a child with her and may be divorced and single."
"There is a misunderstanding between them. Ah Chi is still hanging out in front of her house. The girl is not ready to forgive him yet."
After hearing the word "lai", there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long moment.
Meng Jingxian seemed to have thought of that scene. When she saw Ah Chi's rogue appearance, her expression and reaction were not much better.
Now that someone as calm and dignified as a man could react like this... she actually felt like she wanted to laugh.
"Uncle Gui and I will have a phone call every now and then. If Ah Chi feels uncomfortable, Uncle Gui will take him away immediately."
"I'll call you if something happens, um...I, I'm going to visit the old man tomorrow. Ah Chi said that he would tell the old man in advance."
"Okay, I understand. Brother Huai," Meng Jingxian whispered before hanging up the phone, "Don't work too late at night, go to bed early, your health is important."
When the phone was hung up, her tense back suddenly relaxed.
Even though they were thousands of miles away, whenever she talked to a man, she would subconsciously feel nervous for fear of making him unhappy.
Meng Jingxian walked to the window and looked out, it was already dark.
Although Huicheng is not as prosperous as Kyoto, it is still a big city in the south and its liveliness remains the same at night.
Looking down from the upper floors of the hotel, you can see thousands of stars and colorful neon lights.
Being isolated from the hustle and bustle of this city makes people feel lonely in a foreign land for no reason.
She is a little homesick.
Yan family in Kyoto.
After Yan Huai hung up the phone, he sat on the sofa with a sullen face for a long time.
"Axiang, call Agui and check Song Yueliang's information."
He still couldn't equate his son with a scoundrel.
There must be some inside story that he doesn't know about.
…
Night falls.
Qiqi had dinner and took a bath. It wasn't time to go to bed yet, so she rolled around in bed and couldn't fall asleep.
"Mom, do you think Uncle Fu is still outside?" she asked the woman who had changed into pajamas and was lying next to her.
Song Yueliang said, "She should still be there."
She had only seen more of that person's rogue skills, not the best.
"Then how can he eat dinner and take a bath at the door?" Qiqi asked again, "Isn't Uncle Fu still in the hospital at noon? His illness will be cured so soon?"
"He has people taking care of him, so he can't do anything wrong."
"But I haven't heard anything outside for a long time. Mom, do you think Uncle Fu might have fainted from hunger?"
Song Yueliang wanted to say something to deal with her daughter's questions, but the word "hungry and dizzy" kept piercing her nerves, making her a little uneasy.
There are still two chapters left, you guys, please read them during the day. If the writing is good, I will follow them.