I looked at my watch, it was 8:38, and I didn't have time to say hello to Daewoo, so I hurriedly ran to the side of the road to take a taxi.

The rain is falling more densely, the vehicles coming and going in a hurry, but there is no empty car passing by, the night of the mountain city in a hurry, shaking everyone's dreams and expectations, but also pulling my anxious and helpless mood, watching the time pass by second by second, my excited heart gradually becomes lost...

"Hiss" A taxi finally stopped next to me, and a girl got out of the car, and it turned out to be Madoka!

"Let's go to the movies, dear!" Madoka saw that I was stunned, and urged me loudly. I got into the car a little embarrassed, watching Xiaoyuan holding an umbrella, kicking and stepping towards Daewoo and running towards them, I turned my head, wiped the rain on my head, looked at the watch all the way, and urged the taxi driver.

When I arrived at the gate of the movie city, the stopwatch stopped at 30 seconds, I saw Xiaoying head-on, she was sitting alone on the black round sofa cushion in the waiting area, the pink dress was a little delicate, seeing me coming, Xiaoying stood up and limped towards me, I walked a few steps, held her arm l Thinking about how she walked from downstairs to the theater on the fourth floor alone, queuing, and buying tickets, my heart was a little painful.

I squeezed Shadow's hand, we looked at each other, and didn't say anything...

Fortunately, there was an introduction from the staff before the opening, as well as a few real estate advertisements, which gave us time to find a seat, and after I sat down with Xiaoying in my arms, the movie began.

Only now do I understand why Madoka called me "dear", Xiaoying gently wiped the rain from my head for me, and then leaned on my wet arms, and slowly walked into this "Dear" together, slowly, Xiaoying's hand clenched me, in this story about time, in this atmosphere of disappointment, despair, helplessness, and sadness, in the silent details, in the deep sting of affection, pale inquiry, blank answers... Looking at it, Xiaoying was already holding my hand and sobbing softly.

I wiped away the tears from Xiaoying's cheeks, gently stroked her hair, and watched the movie quietly with her.

When the evening movie was gone, we walked downstairs, but the rain stopped, and the moon was not visible in the night sky, but we could find some stars, and Xiaoying and I sat on the wooden bench in front of the café, looking at the stars, watching them blink and move.

"Last year in this gate today,

The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

The face of man does not know where to go,

The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

I hummed these words softly, and then told Xiaoying another story about time. In "Taiping Guangji", it is said that a young man named Cui Hu has very beautiful qualifications but is lonely. On the Qingming Day of one year, Cui Hu came to the outskirts of the south of the city alone and saw a courtyard full of flowers and trees, covering an area of one acre but lonely. Cui Hu buckled the door for a long time, there was a girl's delicate appearance looming in the crack of the door, after a simple conversation, Cui Hu entered the courtyard with the reason of "looking for spring alone, wine thirst for drink", Cui Hu drinking water, the girl leaned on a small tree with peach blossoms, "enchanting and charming, more than enough". The two looked at each other for a long time. When Cui Hu said goodbye and left, the girl was sent to the door. In the days that followed, Cui Hu lived like a year, always thinking about the girl's face. On the Qingming Day of the second year, Cui Hu finally got up again and went to the south of the city, came to the courtyard gate, and saw that the flowers and trees and the courtyard were still the same as last year, but the courtyard was empty, and a big lock on the door looked cold and ruthless. Cui Hu inscribed a small poem on the door in sadness and sighing:

Last year in this door today,

The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

The face of man does not know where to go,

The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.