When a ray of sunlight in the early morning shone into the room through the hall warmly, Shen Qinglian's jade body was horizontal, her hair was messy, and she was lying on the bed with a tired face, and a small pool of blood on the white sheets could be vaguely seen.

Yang Huaiping got up in the morning and covered Shen Qinglian, who was very dishonest in his sleeping position, with a blanket, and after he washed his face and brushed his teeth, he took the guy to the gate of the opera garden to tell the fortune.

The sky outside was gray, as if a rain was brewing, but Yang Huaiping's heart was not any haze, after last night's madness, Yang Huaiping seemed to wash away the heavy melancholy of his past affairs, and his mood became cheerful.

The gray sky seemed to signal that it was going to rain, but * thought that he was about to get married after all, so he decided to go to the gate of the big opera garden to earn some income.

Yang Huaiping was humming a little song all the way, and from time to time the picture of lingering with Shen Qinglian last night flashed in his mind, which made Yang Huaiping's heart ripple, and he even wanted to go back and fish with Shen Qinglian again.

As he walked away, Yang Huaiping walked to the small river with many big banyan trees, and he saw a woman wearing a light cyan dress, tall and tall with a pair of glasses, who looked like Sven was reciting a poem "Rain Alley" by Dai Wangshu to the turquoise and clear river with deep affection.

After seeing the woman's familiar face, * couldn't help but walk towards the familiar face, but at this time, a sharp rain suddenly fell in the sky.

The cold rain fell from the sky in big drops, the raindrops fell on the river surface and began to ripple in circles, and a layer of ethereal white mist gradually rose on the green and clear river surface, and the woman who was reciting poetry affectionately felt the cold rain hitting her, and she had no interest in continuing to recite, but in a hurry, she ran to a large banyan tree with lush foliage to take shelter from the rain.

Yang Haohuai walked to the woman hiding under the big banyan tree in the rain, he looked at the woman with wet hair and said, "Are you standing under this big tree to avoid the rain on a rainy day and not afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"You're the fortune teller who set up a stall at the gate of the big opera garden, right?" the woman stared at the guy Yang Huaiping was holding in his hand.

* Took out a Zhongnanhai from his pocket, he stretched out his hand to cover the cigarette to prevent the autumn rain from getting wet in the sky, lit it and took a puff: "You see that most of the people in this world are in a hurry to avoid the cold rain in this sky, and there are a few people who can walk in the rain as happily as me, I won't go to the fortune telling when it rains today, or you can accompany me for a walk, maybe the two of us can talk!"

The woman walked out from under the big banyan tree with a huge canopy, she* stretched out her white and slender hand and said, "Sir, my name is Lin Forsythia, you are?"

"My name is Yang Huaiping, in my memory, forsythia is a medicinal herb that blindly clears away heat and detoxifies and evacuates wind and heat, according to this name, you should be a good girl!" Yang Huaiping reached out and gently shook Lin Forsythia's hand.

Lin Lianqiao sorted out the locks of hair wet by the rain with his hands, looked up at Yang Huaiping and said, "Sir, I didn't see that you can also heal!"

Yang Huaiping took a puff of smoke in the cold rain and said: "It's a little bit of a thing, just this point is still something I came up with in a flash of inspiration!"

Lin Lianqiao looked at the hundreds of millions of drops of rain falling from the sky and said with a calm face: "Follow this river, I know there is a very interesting place ahead, let's go over and take a look!"

"Let's go, I think the place Miss Lin picked must be very poetic!" Yang Huai said with a yearning look.

The two walked side by side along the small river with many banyan trees, and before they knew it, they came to a large forest of pink, pure white wood hibiscus, and after the cold rain beaten, the petals with crystal dew on the ground gave people a poignant taste.

Yang Huaiping looked at the large wood hibiscus forest in front of him and said, "How can there be so many wood hibiscus planted by the river in this countryside?"

Lin Forsythia picked up a white petal from under the wood hibiscus tree, put it between his nose and sniffed: "I don't know what you said, this place was also discovered by accident when I came out for a walk!"

Yang Huaiping took a hard puff of the cigarette that made the rain wet, he slowly walked onto a stone arch bridge that had been eroded by wind and rain, Yang Huaiping put aside the guy he was holding with his hand, and he sat on the bluestone slab on the bridge soaked by the rain and looked at the vast river.

"What are you doing sitting on this bridge?" said Xu Lianqiao as he walked up to Yang Huaiping with a light move.

Yang Huaiping said with a light expression: "I'm here to listen to the rain!"

Xu Lianqiao watched a dashing rain fall on the river, she couldn't help but sit next to Yang Huaiping, Xu Lianqiao brushed a strand of bangs from her cheeks behind her ears and said, "Do you know Jiang Jie's "Poppy Beauty: Listening to the Rain"?"

Yang Huaiping turned his head to Xu Lianqiao beside him and said, "I have a little impression of this, but I can't remember it, you can tell me about it!"

Xu Lianqiao stretched out her white palm to take a drop of rain falling from the sky, and after closing it slightly, she said with a look of expression: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs." Red candle dim tent. Listen to the rain in the middle of the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monks. Sideburns have stars also. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. A term of step forward, drip to dawn. ”

"I like joys and sorrows, and they are always ruthless. In fact, I think that when a person walks forward, he must learn to stop and look at the scenery around him and in the distance, just like the cold rain falling from the sky, regardless of the chaos and tranquility of the outside world, it is so wanton, it seems to be indisputable, but it is really very chic. Yang Huaiping looked at the rippling river and said.

Xu Lianqiao looked at Yang Huaiping and said: "I now look at Mr. like a gentle son in ancient times, didn't Mr. let me try to accept a person, I want to try to accept Mr."

Yang Huaiping smiled indifferently and said: "I talked to you about the perception of life, why did you suddenly talk about feelings!"

Xu Lianqiao stood up with her hand on the bridge deck of the stone arch bridge, and she smiled like a flower and said: "Sir, I'm just joking with you, I don't like children like you who don't understand anything!"

In the autumn rain, Xu Forsythia seemed to be afraid that the cold rain falling from the sky would splash on the bluestone slab bridge deck and stain her skirt, she carried a light cyan skirt and slowly walked down the stone arch bridge without standing water, and her figure gradually disappeared into the rain curtain.

On the stone arch bridge, Yang Huaiping was still looking at the Xiaoxiao rain curtain, he silently listened to the rhythm of the rain and waited for the rain to stop......