On the summer solstice, the green in the pool is getting thicker, and the red flowers are dotted in the meantime, and a few pieces of trouble float in front of people's eyes.

After a night of heavy rain, the next day, the river in the pond overflowed out of the embankment.

Early in the morning, the mist on the river surface has not completely dispersed, a breeze blows, the green lotus in the pool gently sways with the wind, watching from a distance, the shape is graceful like a twenty-eight girl bathing in the water. In the afternoon, the murmuring drizzle and the soft willows swayed gently on the riverbank, the rain was not heavy, but it was a little wet and cold, and the bluestone slabs neatly laid out on the ground were wet.

A green-clad girl holding a plum blossom oil-paper umbrella was walking slowly on the street, and a gust of wind blew and lifted the oil-paper umbrella buried lowly, revealing a delicate face about fourteen or fifteen years old under the umbrella. Her large, bright eyes blinked, and her long eyelashes, like a fan, fluttered slightly, and her eyes looked around like water, as if she was looking for something.

Probably because she didn't find the person she was looking for, a look of disappointment quickly appeared in her bright eyes, holding the handle of the umbrella in one hand and pinching her little nose with the other, and walked a distance to the front of the street, relieving the embarrassment at the moment.

Time passed slowly, and the dark clouds on the horizon dispersed, and soon a golden yellow was sprinkled. The look of anxiety on her face became more and more intense, and she turned around and stood on tiptoe to look at the stone bridge above the blue pond in front of her, her waist-length hair like black feathers was soaked by the rain, and at this moment, clinging to her thin clothes, outlining her slender figure, it seemed that her body was getting weaker and thinner.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Probably because the cold wind was blowing too much, she couldn't help coughing, and for a while, she couldn't stop. The slender figure swayed gently in the hazy drizzle, looking like it was about to fall, because there were constantly pedestrians in front of her who stopped and stared at her, she was a little embarrassed, buried her head and lowered her eyes, and panicked to take out the silk silk from her sleeve to wipe it, but the oil-paper umbrella in her hand fell to the ground because of the tilt. At this time, she didn't have the energy to care about this, so she took out a silk handkerchief and squatted on the ground and coughed softly, one after another, urging people to break their bones.

"Girl Baili."

A warm and beautiful male voice sounded behind her, although there was no warm temperature in the voice, but in this satisfying and wet season, listening to it made her heart very comfortable.

He picked up the paper umbrella from the ground and propped it up again above her head, helping her to block the raindrops that kept falling from the sky. After a long time, the coughing stopped, Baili Dieyi only felt that the strength in her body seemed to be drained all of a sudden, and she wanted to stand up, but her legs had no strength at all, and she tried hard a few times, but she still didn't stand up, there was no way, she put her hands at her side, and used up all her strength before she slowly stood up.

"Qinghan, you're here."

Baili Dieyi raised her head to look at him, a smile on her face. Because of the excessive force, the fingers that were bleeding from the stones on the ground were hidden in the long sleeves and did not let him see them.

"Hmm."

As usual, I responded softly.

The drizzle was like wine, intoxicated by the woman strolling in the afternoon, but the expression on the face of the red-clothed man on the side was still as plain as before.

"What did you call me here today?"

After being silent for a long time, she may have been gone for a long time, looking at the little girl with a worried face on the side, Hua Qinghan asked her.

Baili Dieyi buried her head, hesitated for a while, looked up at him and smiled: "Today is my day, I ...... I want to meet you. ”

"And the."

He read softly, looking at the little girl in front of him blushing and slowly nodding and smiling to herself, her willow eyebrows furrowed again. If I am not mistaken, she should be fifteen years old this year, and a fifteen-year-old woman in the world should have reached the age of getting married, looking at her green silk as in the past, casually draped behind her, he frowned slightly, reached out and took off the peach blossom hairpin on his hair and handed it to her, facing her delicate face full of joy and a trace of doubt, he slowly opened his lips and said in a cold voice: "Here you go." ”

"Give it to me?"

It was the first time she had received something from a man, and the first time she had received something from his.

"Hmm."

He nodded slowly, seeing that she didn't come to pick up, a trace of displeasure gradually surfaced on his face, and when the soft wattle stretched out in front of him, he couldn't help but reach forward and insert the hairpin into her hair indiscriminately, until Baili Dieyi felt that his head had been inserted by him at this moment.

"Brother Qinghan, how have you been doing in the past seven years?" Baili Dieyi asked him with a smile, reached out and took off the hosta and put it in his sleeve, walked forward in a few steps, and walked under the oil-paper umbrella.

"Okay?" Hua Qinghan looked at the drizzling sky, and after a while, he nodded and replied, "It's okay." What about you? Eyes retracted, turned his head to look at the girl next to him, only to find that she has grown up and taller now, when Peach Blossom Forest met, she was only up to his waist, and now she has reached his shoulder.

She also turned her head, her eyes unexpectedly opposite Hua Qinghan, and Ying Ying smiled and said, "Dieyi is also doing well." ”

She felt that although she loved him a little in her heart, she also knew in her heart that she was sick and that it was not good for him after all. Moreover, the two have only seen each other for the second time in seven years, and she can only be said to him to be an ordinary person who is slightly more familiar than strangers, an ordinary person who is dispensable, so there is no need for her to express her pain and beg him to sympathize with herself and pity herself.

The conversation ended at this point, he didn't have many words, and she didn't want to bother him more, so even if she had a thousand words in her heart that she wanted to talk to someone, and a million things that she wanted to talk to someone, she felt that that person should not be him.

In the drizzle, under the oil-paper umbrella, the two walked side by side, looking as if they were very close and intimate. However, only they know that at this moment, after knowing each other for seven years, they don't even know where each other's families live.

If so, how can this be the case with trustworthy people?

This year, she was fifteen years old, and she secretly ran out of the mansion alone, just to see him, to see how he was, and to see if he still remembered himself as a person.

This year, he still didn't remember how old he was, but he remembered the age of this little girl, she should be fifteen years old. Goodbye in the rain, she lost the enthusiasm she had when she called herself 'beautiful sister' that year, which couldn't help but make him feel a little lost in his heart.