The spring weather in T City is changeable, the sun is still warm in the morning, and the wind is very light, but in the afternoon it is drizzling, and after a few minutes of stopping, it is unexpectedly ushered in a torrential rain.

Ah Sheng has always been sensitive to rainy days, originally was taking a nap, his left leg cramped and woke up, his forehead was full of sweat, he didn't care about the pain in his legs, sat on the bed for a while, got up barefoot, and came to the balcony.

In the courtyard, gardeners Zhao Bo and Aunt Xue were wearing pale yellow raincoats and were moving flower pots to the flower room.

Some flowers are delicate and fragile, and they can withstand the love of the sun, but they cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

People who are warm to flowers usually have good intentions. When she had this thought, she saw Lu Zichu, standing at the door of the flower room, his figure was hazy in the mist, if he wasn't in reality, Ah Sheng would have thought that he was still in a dream.

From yesterday to today, she tried to recall the past of T University, and while reviewing, she had too many uncertainties, and the past was indeed related to her, but it was too strange.

Once, there was a smile from him in the memory, so it warmed her the whole old time.

She knew all too well how powerful a smile really was, and he loved to see her smile. Goodbye, she didn't know what else she could do but smile in return.

He said: "Ah Sheng, there is no past, but we still have the present and the future. ”

I can touch it now, because it exists, so I feel very stable in my heart.

……

It's been a long time since I've been exposed to rain, and Seattle is rainy all year round, and even if the attic is cleaned by the family, there will still be a musty smell.

In her memory, she didn't seem to like rainy days, but standing in the rain at the moment, she was in a good mood.

The pajamas were wet, the hair was wet, and a reprimanding voice came from the rain and fog: "Ah Sheng, go back to the room." ”

The familiar voice is obviously a reprimand, but it feels very warm in the ears.

The man had already taken the umbrella handed over by Chen Yu and ran towards her quickly, his steps were eager, and he might have frowned.

Ah Sheng looked at him, smiled quietly, and bent down to move the pot of flowers closest to her.

The rain above her head began to drip slowly in all directions as she crouched down, like silk threads pouring into the waves.

A person, an umbrella, pampered her and the little flowers in her hands.

Ah Sheng squatted on the ground, the hem of his pajamas soaked in the rain, his whole body was like a wet man, he looked up at him like that, his eyes were as clear as water, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely rippling.

Lu Zichu looked at the smile on the corner of her mouth, his heart fluttered, his eyes darkened a little, he bent down to help her up, and the umbrella in his hand leaned towards her: "Why did you come out?" ”

"I want to help you." As she spoke, seeing that his shoulders were wet, she raised her hand to hold his umbrella and pushed the umbrella towards him: "Zichu, don't get wet, it's easy to catch a cold." ”

Lu Zichu's chest tightened sharply, because that person was her, so the emotion of being moved would always come very inexplicably.

"I'll take you back to your room." He reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, trying to bring her back, but she stood still and didn't leave, with a little stubbornness in her actions, "You're all busy, I'm only going to do this." ”

Hearing this, Lu Zichu's fingers holding the handle of the umbrella tightened. Yes, she used to be omnipotent, but now it seems that this is all she can do.

At that moment, he heard the powerlessness and self-deprecation hidden in her words.

The damp rain mist was blown on her face by the cool breeze, Lu Zichu stood in the rain, an indifferent and alienated person, but her eyes were surprisingly clear and warm, raised her hand to help her comb the wet hair stuck to her face, and then bent down to pick up the pot of flowers with one hand and handed it to Ah Sheng.

Ah Sheng looked at him blankly.

Lu Zichu stared at her, raised the corners of his beautiful lips, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you trying to help me?" Send the flowers to the flower room, and don't break them. ”

"Oh." There was joy in his tone.

Lu Zichu walked beside her with an umbrella, quietly caring, can a little thing make her so happy?

Looking at her sideways, Lu Zichu's dark eyes were clear, and his handsome face had a soft brilliance, and he accidentally found that it could be so pleasant on a rainy day.

……

Han Yu stayed in the hotel in the afternoon, standing on a high place and looking down on the city, once the birthplace, now in it, he no longer feels warm, but his eyes are deep, and his expression is almost gloomy.

"Mr. Han, the lawyer is here." The person who spoke was Ren Yang, who was also Han Yu's assistant, and he accompanied Han Yu back to China this time, just because Han Yu knew in his heart that this trip would be delayed for a long time......

Han Yu didn't look back, and said unhurriedly: "Invite them to the hotel reception room first, and I'll be there later." ”

There were two men and a woman sitting in the reception room, dressed very formally, who were drinking tea when they saw someone push the door in, put down their teacups, and stood up.

"Hello Mr. Han, my name is Lin Peng, and I am from the notary office." The middle-aged man has a calm temperament and simply introduces himself.

The other man, Yu Feng, was a lawyer hired by Ren Yang; There was also a woman, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a crisp elite suit, who looked shrewd and capable.

"My name is Xue Mingzhu, legal counsel of Xinyao Company." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Han." ”

Seeing Han Yu, for Xue Mingzhu, although calm on the surface, he was very excited in his heart, he often mentioned him when he was in school, and he never thought that he would be able to meet this business wizard face-to-face many years later.

It can only be said that time passes too fast, and fate is a very delicate thing.

Ignoring the white fingers stretched out in front of him, Han Yu sat down