Sometimes people are afraid that others will peek into their hearts or that untouchable secret, but they are often accustomed to a lonely shadow, a cup of tea, to reminisce, to touch, to say to the wind, to the rain.

Before Yang Yi got off work, Yang Yi received a text message prompting the bank to arrive.

After receiving the money, Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally tense nerves were relaxed at that moment.

Perhaps sometimes it is life that crushes a person, no matter how good a person he once was, there is no past and no future, there is only the present.

The weather in Shanghai is like that of a child, sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, unpredictable.

By the time Yang Yi got off work, there was already a majestic rain under the neon lights.

"It looks like we have to take the subway. Yang Yi stood in front of the company building, looking at the heavy rain in front of him, and could only sigh helplessly.

Some people say that the most crowded places in a city are on the subway and buses, where you can see all kinds of people, and it is also the truest portrayal of most people's lives, busy and busy, but still not rich.

Yang also feels that every time I take the subway in Shanghai, it is like going through a lot of hardships, there are people entering the subway, people getting on the subway, and people leaving the subway, which is the most crowded.

Out of the subway entrance, the rain did not decrease in the slightest, and it still floated in the night sky of Shanghai.

Yang Yi looked at the crowd around him and held the umbrella "very tacitly", which made him, a person without an umbrella, seem a little abrupt.

Perhaps the people who live here have long been accustomed to the changing weather of Shanghai and carry umbrellas with them at all times, but Yang is still not used to carrying umbrellas with them, even if he is drenched all over his body many times, this habit still cannot be changed.

It's like you don't care if you're used to it for a long time.

Yang Yi, who walked in the rain, let the rain wet his whole body, his pace was still not a little hurried, just like walking usually, but Yang Yi's actions attracted the attention of the pedestrians around him. Maybe seeing Yang Yi walking unhurriedly in the rain, most of them secretly said in their hearts: "This shouldn't be a neurosis." ”

Yang Yi seems to have integrated into urban life since he didn't care about other people's eyes at all, or maybe his strange eyes on others were nothing compared to the past.

The traces of rain on his face are the same as the traces of tears on his cheeks, but the salty taste is missing.

After walking for about 40 minutes, Yang Yi finally found a bank, walked into the ATM transfer machine, wiped the rain from his face with his wet sleeve, and then took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Hey. A woman's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"I'm Yang Yi. Yang Yi's slightly hoarse voice is sometimes like the sound of two pieces of glass rubbing together, which is a little harsh, but it has a special charm in the ears.

Flutter ..............................

Yang Yi's slightly serious words obviously amused the girl on the other end of the phone.

"I know you're Yang Yi. The girl's laughter was still familiar.

"Say, is there something wrong with me?" Before Yang Yi could speak, the girl was the first to speak.

"I have the impression that our Mr. Yang never seems to have taken the initiative to call me without having anything to do. The girl continued to tease.

"Ahem. Yang Yi was obviously a little embarrassed by the girl's words.

Through the phone, the girl seemed to be able to see Yang Yi's embarrassed appearance at this time, and giggled.

"Send me your card number, and I'll give you back the 100,000 yuan I borrowed from you a few days ago. Yang Yi adjusted and said.

"Don't worry, it's not too late to wait for when you have it. The girl didn't care in the slightest.

"It's better to pay it back, otherwise I'm afraid that I will ask you to borrow it next time, and you won't borrow it." Yang also replied jokingly.

After chatting with Donnami for a few words, Yang Yi finally returned her money, after all, it is not a matter of always owing others not to pay it back.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Yi opened the phone address book, and stopped the number on a name with the note of Yeon, and after his eyes lingered on the word Yeon for a few seconds, he finally sighed. But in the end, I was able to dial the number.