"Two: thirty in the afternoon, station, 810, I'll wait for you."
Ke Mengnan repeated it again. Seeing her looking down at her watch and not replying, she couldn't help but smile. Of course she had enough time, little nerd!
It only takes fifteen minutes to walk from Teacher Song's home to the station. He knows that very well.
Two-thirty? He Shiling looked at her watch. It was now one-thirty-five. Well, it should be in time.
"Rainbow" by Yu Quan rings in my ears:
“From now on, there is one more you in my world/Every day is a drama
No matter how romantic or bizarre the plot is/the protagonist is you/
From now on, there will be one more you in my world/Sometimes it will be sunny and sometimes it will rain..."
"Not answering is acquiescence."
Ke Mengnan smiled, leaning against the shop door and looking at her. The song sounded just right.
The rain in front of the eaves slowly dripped, and a cloud of rain and mist formed behind her. Under the gray sky, in the sound of sweet music, in the sound of dripping rain, and in the world beyond the years, she was quiet.
The ground stands there like a white marble relief.
As time passed by and things in the world were becoming complicated, when he looked back, it was still quiet and clear. Suddenly, as if he had an illusion, he felt that this scene had happened somewhere before, but he could not remember it...
The wind blew by, bringing with it a pleasant singing voice: From now on, there is one more you in my world/Every day is a drama...
He Shiling smiled and brushed her hair that was blown by the wind with her right hand. Indeed, every day is a drama. Who will appear in her world? She remembered her brother's words again: Act well in your own drama.
, cooperate well with other people’s plays.
She took a look and saw that the person in front of her was looking at her with a bright face, as if waiting for her reply.
He just said half past two, and she almost said yes.
She was suddenly startled by that smile, a warm and sunny smile, a boy as gentle as jade.
She lowered her head subconsciously and pretended to read the book in her hand.
In this early spring, in the sudden heavy rain, this person who suddenly appeared in front of me is part of a play that will be performed today? What role does he play in this play?
His blushing look just now suddenly appeared in his mind.
She seemed to hear what he said again, and by not answering he was acquiescing, and actually, inexplicably, she felt a little happy.
I was shocked by my own thoughts. No, that's not the case. They are not familiar with them yet. What he just said will become more familiar in the future.
Future? He..., she...
Her thoughts began to become slightly confused.
He Shiling, what are you thinking about? You are thinking too much.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and she came back to her senses. She was probably a little dizzy from the rain just now, which made her thoughts confused.
What he said about meeting on the platform was to remind her not to forget to return his Song Ci. Yes, that should be the case.
He Shiling straightened her hair in front of her forehead and glanced at the umbrella in her hand. This umbrella was indeed beautiful. The light blue color and small petals were fresh and elegant, and she liked it very much.
The rain in front of the eaves has gradually lightened up, dripping slowly to the ground and slowly melting into the accumulated water.
The sky was slightly brighter, and it was not as gray as before. The rainy and foggy world was about to pass.
Looking at the rain in front of the eaves, He Shiling laughed habitually. The future? It is too early to say now.
Maybe, after today, she and him will never interact again. After all, she only comes here occasionally for a year and a half. As for the book of Song Ci, I don’t know when I can find it. After I find it, maybe I can only
I asked my brother to hand it over to him.
As for the fact that he didn't return the umbrella, it should be regarded as his apology for "leaving without saying goodbye". He has always boasted that he expresses his apology through actions.
These strange two hours were as long and eventful as a century.
The future time is left to the future to write slowly. Now at the age of seventeen, she is not ready to let another person accompany her to enjoy the rain, and she does not want to let others influence her emotions prematurely.
Besides, she still has so many things waiting for her to discover and cooperate with.
In the drama of her life, she herself is the protagonist.
"Goodbye, Nan Ke Yimeng." He Shiling looked at him, smiled at him, and walked into the rain holding the light blue umbrella.
Watching the light blue umbrella gradually go away, Ke Mengnan lowered his head, smiled, picked up the bag where the books were placed, took out the gray towel, put it on top, and covered it with the towel just like when he first found her.
The book bag was held on top of the head and walked into the rain...
Goodbye, He Shiling!
In February, spring returns and the grass is slightly green.
Standing on the shoulders of spring,
I missed the memory of winter.
In February, spring returns, and it is misty and rainy.
That overwintering white butterfly has no place to live,
after winter is far away
In the light rain, willow silk hangs down among the flowers. Spring is light, warm and cold at first.
In February in the south of the Yangtze River, there was light rain and the grass was slightly green.
In the dusk of night, between words and pictures on the screen
Read a poem from the Song Dynasty,
Recalling a song that belongs to Jiangnan Spring Queen...