"Swish, swish, swish" the bamboo hummed a slightly sad song.
At some point, the wind got stronger and the rain got stronger.
There is no lightning or thunder in the autumn rain, it just falls so silently, like a lonely waltz with no accompaniment; or a dream ballet with no one to appreciate it.
There is not much water on the ground, and the raindrops fall into the water, or hit the ground, causing splashes of water, which is lonely and beautiful.
The jujube tree dropped a few dates from time to time, wanting to keep company with the rain, but when they fell, they were so sad.[
I don’t know why, but at this moment, the air is sad.
When the twelfth brother doesn't speak, he gives people a kind of graceful attitude like Li Yu.
When Yin Yijie doesn't speak, he will give people the same feeling of sadness as Xiang Yu Gaixia.
The air was very quiet and there was no need to talk.
Brother Twelve held up his umbrella and walked in the rain. He stood in the shadow under the locust tree over there. The banana tree swayed slightly and was confiding to him.
I took a raincoat from under the eaves. I like to listen to the rain, and I also want to listen to it in the rain.
I haven’t had this thought for a long time, or have I never been qualified?
Mom said that I am not qualified for such romantic matters.
Of course, I have also heard about the rain; don’t erase everything in the past just to exaggerate the atmosphere, that is a bit untrue.
What I really want to say is, what is it? I want to say that it is like in a romantic drama, where a young man protects a woman from the rain? Ha, I am already past the age of romantic drama, okay?
Yin Yijie took my hand.
I turned to look at him.
Yin Yijie snorted coldly: "Wait a moment."
Before he finished speaking, he turned around and went into the house.
I'm a little bit ok, I never figured him out.
But for me, there is no need to be rebellious like a teenager, right? You can’t wait for a while?
Therefore, I will wait for a while, "a while", I can at least measure a time according to my own wishes.
"What are you doing?" Yu Hubing asked while sitting in the room.
"The Twelve Young Masters are poetic and picturesque in the rain, but Ke'er also wants to play." Yin Yijie answered in such a way that I didn't hear any emotion, so it's hard to say.[
"Just take this, just play for a while." Uncle Tao didn't know what to do.
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