This year, the winter in Gyeongju was particularly rainy.

Whenever it rains, people deliberately add an extra layer of clothing, but it still can't keep out the chilly and pervasive moisture.

So the whole person seems to be immersed in ice water, and no matter how much you wear, it is useless.

Mo Chunshan has long been accustomed to this kind of weather, and even likes it a little.

Because of the cold, it can make his head more awake, and he will not easily fall into the illusion of warmth brought by a smoky wind like in other seasons.

He opened the windows of the car, let the damp cold air pour into the car, and flipped through the book in his hand.

"For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wounds, I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you, the mountains and rivers in my life, let you say goodbye one by one......"

Mo Chunshan silently recited a line of poems sparsely typeset on the page, his face expressionless, but his eyes were extremely deep.

He looked up from the book and threw the old book of "Cangyang Gyatso's Poems" on the co-pilot's seat.

A pirated book that he always felt was useless, but for some reason he didn't want to throw it away, and even brought it to this new car.

And this car was used to replace the big cut that He Waner drove away from him and crashed again.

Cool grey bodywork, AMG's signature nose, flared wheel arches, 4.0-liter twin-turbo V8 engine, 627 lb-ft of torque -

By the way, there is also the sentence "It is obviously a steel monster, but it has the most luxurious interior".

The same sentence he had heard in the mouth of a car salesman, and he had heard it from He Guaner two months ago.

On the day he returned the umbrella, he went out alone, went to a nearby 4S store, and booked the car.

On the way back, I found that I seemed to have done something I had never dared to imagine before, and I had feelings that I shouldn't have.

Such feelings, like Pandora's box, once opened, will lead the future he wants in an unpredictable direction.

The ancients had the wisdom that fish and bear's paws could not have both, so which one should he put down?

And the appearance of that person made him have an epiphany - it turned out that he thought he couldn't help it, but in fact, everything was in other people's calculations.

It was raining that night, he had a terrible fever, and for the next two days, he forgot about his car order, until the attentive manager called.

Reason told him that he shouldn't buy the car, that he should cut off all emotions related to her, and be like a passerby from now on.

I don't know why I bought a car and drove here again.

It's like yesterday when she should have refused this meeting, but she still couldn't help her cautious anticipation.

Across the street, Mo Chunshan looked at the Shancheng Newspaper Building at sunset, stunned.

So this time, he may be waiting for someone. Or maybe it's waiting for a result, or it's a goodbye.

It was almost six o'clock when the man finally appeared at the door of the building.

Beige coat, black pencil pants, and the belt around the waist are tied into a simple and neat bow, which is tied tightly, showing off the slender figure.

The girl next to her was small, just up to her shoulder.

Mo Chunshan hooked the corners of his mouth, shook his head helplessly and chuckled.

This woman is obviously so tall that she is abruptly tall, but she still likes to wear high heels, many men are not as tall as her, so she is always the most eye-catching one in the crowd.

Knowing that he is different, he is going to be different to the point of arrogance, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself, no wonder so many people look at her unpleasantly and don't want to be with her.

However, he laughed when he should laugh, scolded when he wanted to, sprinkled and stepped on the chair to be domineering, beat people only for pleasure and reckless of the consequences, and never considered the issue of "being held criminally responsible for losing two teeth".

Even when I cried, I never cared about what eyeliner was black and my makeup was off, and it was so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Speaking of which, he is still an excellent graduate of the Public Security University, how can he be reckless like this?

What did she rely on to live so big? Is her life hard? And because of such a personality, how much hardship has she suffered since she was a child?

Mo Chunshan saw from a distance that He Guan'er said goodbye to the short girl who seemed to be called Xiao Lei, both of them turned around, and she suddenly pulled the person back.

Then, he grabbed the girl's waist, held someone else's forehead, and kissed her with a big grin.

Before leaving, he slapped someone else's buttocks, looking like a female hooligan rubbing oil.

"Nonsense. He spoke to himself, and in the rearview mirror, he saw that his eyes, like the waters of the Nine Whiskers Sea, were calm, deep, and rippling with tenderness.

But it is bottomless, and you don't know if you can touch the gentle waves of water in your body or swallow all the abysses when you step down.

He lost his mind for a moment, and easily withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but compare the similarities and differences between He Wan'er and Xiaocao again.

There are indeed a lot of similarities in the facial features, they also have a profound outline that is completely different from the Han people, plus the tear mole in exactly the same position, but Xiaocao's young facial features did not grow, and He Guan'er's current bright and unparalleled moving are completely different things.

So He Waner and Xiaocao are completely different.

If the grass is clouds, rain, and the moon, then He Wan'er is the wind, snow, and sunshine.

He felt guilty and pity for Xiaocao, and what kind of emotion he had for He Wan'er, after a few days of precipitation, he knew it completely.

Even though she was wearing the most simple and dull clothes, even if she still had injuries on her face, she looked embarrassed and funny, but her whole person was as bright as a light.

Yes, she was the one he longed for the most, the light that would illuminate and warm his cold heart.

But is he worthy?

Looking up again, Mo Chunshan found that He Wan'er was no longer in sight.

Unaware of the alarm, he looked around for a trace of her.

The phone dinged, and someone sent a message from WeChat.

Mo Chunshan looked down - "Sprinkle green lotus: I'm at the corner of the roadside of the building, hello stop a little." ”

Then, a location was sent.

Mo Chunshan looked in the direction she said and saw her figure again.

The panicked heart just now calmed down, but he didn't move, and he didn't mean to get out of the car.

He Wan'er stood on the side of the street for a while, raising his wrist and looking at his watch.

Six o'clock past 10 o'clock, the appointed time has passed.

Mo Chunshan gave her the feeling that she should be a very punctual person, even if she didn't arrive early, she shouldn't be late for so long.

Is that what she misunderstood him yesterday?

He Guaner raised his eyes and looked at the sky, thinking about it for a long time, and he didn't think that there would be a misunderstanding in such a simple communication as yesterday.

Forget it, keep waiting!" she said to herself, raising her wrist to look at her watch again, and a trace of anxiety in her heart gradually hung on her brow.