There are many typhoons in August, the weather is strange, the sun shines during the day, and the wind and rain at dusk.

Moreover, it is this weather pattern every now and then.

Chen Chi likes this day to keep people.

He came out of the kitchen with a glass of warm milk, and when he looked up, the frost swallowed in his mouth.

Xu Shuangchuan did not lean lazily on the sofa like before, but straightened up and looked at the TV screen happily and intently.

The melodious sound of a violin came from the television.

The man inside was dressed in a beige trench coat, and his eyes were lowered and he was pulling a bow.

Chen Chi looked at the right corner of the screen, "Dream Bright No. 7 contestant Qiao Rongcheng".

"Wow, Mr. Qiao, you are so versatile, I can't imagine that you not only sing well, but also play the violin so well."

Chen Chi walked over, gently put the milk on the coffee table in front of Xu Shuangchuan, sat down next to her, and stretched out his arm to hug her.

"John is back." Xu Shuang tilted his head and said happily, looked at Chen Chi, came to his senses and said, "Oh, you may not know him." ”

"Yes, I have seen it, at Mr. Qian's house." Chen Chi smiled, "I'm just sending you back." ”

Xu Shuangchuan blinked and recalled slightly. "Oh."

She didn't refute it, she didn't ask it, Chen Chi didn't know if she remembered it. At that time, he didn't go to Mr. Qian's house very often.

Chen Chi thinks of Mr. Qian's house, he will think of the wooden ladder that creaked in front of Xu Shuang's house, remembered that he and Xu Shuangchuan hugged each other on the small balcony outside the house late at night, and the ridge of the roof covered with fish scales under the night sky, and remembered that he sat at the end of the bed with his knees crossed, leaning against a pale white moonlight wall, and her quiet sleeping face.

Xu Shuangchuan didn't talk to Chen Chi about Mr. Qian's house, she quickly turned her head to watch TV, Chen Chi hugged her, and just put an extra pair of hands on her shoulders, she still sat upright, and did not lean on him weakly.

The two of them sat in a row like kindergarten children eating fruits, staring at the TV in front of them.

Xu Shuangchuan looked at it seriously.

Qiao Rongcheng's long hair has been cut, and now it is a very normal short haircut. He stood on the stage with his violin, and the capable host in the thin-legged pants next to him asked questions guidedly, Qiao Rongcheng answered with a smile, although he was not as lively as the other jumping contestants, but there was a sense of tranquility in the landscape.

He has a taste of reading the years.

Xu Shuangchuan couldn't help but figure out how many people would sit in the audience where the camera did not cut. For the first time, she never cared about variety shows, and hoped that the audience would be black.

She always tries to overlap the Qiao Rongcheng on the screen with him standing under the tree in the commercial street many years ago. The sound of the piano raised by the wind, the days of carrying backpacks to buy groceries with the crowds of people in the city, and the loneliness and longing that surged up when she wandered the streets alone on Saturday, all flashed in her heart.

She could feel the weight of Chen Chi's hand on her shoulder, and she could feel the warmth of her skin.

It wasn't until Qiao Rongcheng quit that Xu Shuangchuan became active, and she looked for her mobile phone everywhere: "I want to vote for John." ”

Chen Chi looked at her poking and poking on her phone, and handed over his mobile phone: "Add me one." ”

"If you want to vote for yourself." Xu Shuangchuan buried his head and didn't answer, "I want to see John's player profile." ”

"Come on, I didn't see the voting method just now." Chen Chi put his mobile phone next to the milk cup and advised, "After voting, drink milk quickly, it's not good to taste when it's cold." ”

"John's dream is to set up a studio and do an open-air concert tour across the country." Xu Shuangchuan exclaimed.

"Frosty, what's your dream?" Chen Chi asked, brushing a strand of hair next to her ear.

"Dreams?"

"Well, dreams."

Xu Shuang tilted his head and thought for a while, and said softly: "My dream...... Very small. ”

"I try to live well, if I have children in the future, when the children grow up, I hope they don't have to worry about me, I have always been good, I can give them the mood to fly freely."

"I wish I could give my parents, and, of course, yours, the confidence I could count on."

Chen Chi looked at Xu Shuangchuan silently, and asked with a chuckle: "Doesn't your dream include me?" ”

"Yes, I wish I could give you the sincerity to be with you for the rest of your life."

The sincerity of a lifetime of companionship?

"Sincerity is important." Xu Shuangchuan emphasized, his eyebrows and eyes curled, as if he was a good baby set aside by Tete.

Chen Chi stretched out his hand and held Xu Shuangchuan, his eyes softened: "Is there anything else?" ”

"Yes, I wish I could always be qualified."

"Frost, I also have dreams, of all your dreams, whether it is to give or get, you give me half." Chen Chi suddenly curled his lips and smiled, "We are bundled. ”

This night, Chen Chi told Xu Shuangchuan a bedtime story.

Once upon a time there was a little boy who was walking on the road and met a little crab. The little crab was soft all over, and the little boy said, you are too easy to be caught by others, why don't you let me build you a nest. The little crab followed the little boy very obediently, and the little boy took the little crab to walk and walk, and he found a good place, stopped, pulled the thatch on the side of the road, formed a grass circle, and put the little crab in. He said to the little crab, "Stay in there obediently, and I'll go get you something to eat."

The little boy was gone, and every once in a while he would come back to see the little crab. The little crab was very well-behaved, and cleaned up the grass circle, and what the little boy brought back to it, it would eat it sparingly, and most of it dug a hole and buried it. It also searched for something near the grass circle, and when it found it, it dragged it back to the grass circle and buried it.

But after a long time, it was not very happy.

The little boy asked, why are you unhappy? Don't you like my grass circles?

The little crab can't speak, and will only crawl on its own when it's in a hurry.

The little boy was angry, so he took the little crab out of the grass circle. He said that he didn't regret it, and he didn't allow himself to regret it in his heart, but sometimes he couldn't help but fantasize that the little crab suddenly came back.

But the little crab never came back. The little boy was guarding the grass circle, and slowly he noticed that the grass circle that had been in order became dirty and messy. Without the little crabs touching around, the grass circle is very quiet.

Finally, one day, the little boy decided to retrieve the little crab. He wanted to rebuild a grass circle, but he didn't want anyone else to live in, as long as the little crab was willing, he still wanted to keep the little crab.

The little boy walked a long way and found the little crab by the river. But the little crab at that time was no longer the blue-gray soft-shell crab that the little boy had before, its shell had hardened and wrapped itself.

The night is quiet, and so are the people. I could vaguely hear the alarm clock brought back by Xu Shuang Chuan ticking and walking, Xu Shuang was ethereal, and he felt that he was lining up into the wasteland of time every second.

Chen Chi took a breath, his low voice blowing on her forehead like the wind, and continued to narrate slowly.

The little crab was very well-behaved, and was still led back by the little boy.

In the little boy's heart, there was a sentence he wanted to say to the little crab, he heard that the crab will molt many times in his life, and it will probably be weak and painful, and next time, he wants to be by the little crab's side from beginning to end, and he has never thought of staying away.

The night was quiet. Chen Chi said softly: "Shuangshuang, after listening to the story, it's time for you to pick the place that is not well told." ”

"Why is a little boy a little boy and a little crab not a human being?"

"Oh...... Ahem, ahem, because the little boy said that he was leading the little crab in the outside world, and when the wind and rain came, he always had a place that he couldn't block for it, but back to their own grass circle, he gave the little crab a nest. ”