"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 house to the station. He knew it very well.
Half past two? He Shiling looked at her watch. It was now 1:05. Well, it should be in time.
Yu Quan's "Rainbow" 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 were happening in the world, 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 couldn't 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 wind-tossed hair with her right hand. Indeed, every day was a drama. Who would appear in her world? I remembered my brother’s words again: Act well in your own play and cooperate with others’ play well.
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 look at the book in her hand.
In this early spring, in the sudden heavy rain, the person who suddenly appeared in front of me was a drama to 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 him again, and by not answering he was acquiescing, and actually, inexplicably, she felt a little happy.
I was startled by my own thoughts, no, that's not the case. They are not familiar with them yet, but what he just said will make them more familiar in the future.
future? he she……
Her thoughts began to become slightly chaotic.
He Shiling, what are you thinking about? Think 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, which was very popular with her.
The rain in front of the eaves has gradually become lighter, dripping slowly, falling to the ground, and slowly melting into the accumulated water.
The sky was slightly brighter, and it was not as gray as before. The world of rain and fog 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 pass it on to him.
As for the fact that he didn't mention returning 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 seemed 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.
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.
The overwintering white butterfly has no place to live,
after winter is far away
Among the flowers in the light rain, willow silk hangs down, spring is shallow, 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...
——"Lingyongji"
