Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Through a layer of glass that is not thin or thick, a light rain gradually drifts outside the window, knocking on the window, and dense water droplets flow along the glass, rolling up the dust that the city keeps clinging to the window, silently flowing to the earth along the unchanging traces, and finally evaporating in the warmth of a piece of sun.

Just as in this city, all the people who are looking for a way out of life and everything that happens, are desperately trying to cling to and stay on the floor-to-ceiling windows of these years, but after all, nothing can be eternally opposed, the ruthless flow of spring, summer, autumn and winter, whether they were once clean or dirty, will eventually slip into the corner where no one pays attention after the rain over time, and disappear with the temperature of the sun.

Whether heroes or beggars, success or failure, in the city spinning over the years, no one will remember what happened, this city is a merry-go-round with the king and defeat as the axis, that is, those Trojan horses without any emotion, under the constant rotation day and night, bring joy and charm to the city, this is just a place where people go down and come up, leave and come back, no feelings and no records, some are just these Trojans, perennial unchanged The appearance is bound there, Waiting for different owners to ride it and enjoy the fun, of course, there are many people, who will be near or far away, listening to the laughter coming from the sound of fantasy in anticipation.

This autumn rain is not big, but it will lower the temperature of the city again after it goes, people often say that autumn is happy and full, is full of joy and harvest, but the autumn rain is like the devil standing on the opposite side of this season, people don't like it, every time it appears, it means that it will take away the warmth and comfort of the city, the cold and loneliness, the two brothers who are black and white gradually send, the cruelty of separation as a beauty, brewed into a glass of juice to sour the corners of the city's youthful eyes, Just like the Venus with a broken arm, as a kind of beauty that is mutilated to the extreme, is admired by artists all over the world, the friendship that accompanies classmates between the fallen leaves, with the recreation of the separation of the irreversible end, the reluctance of the young lovers, in the tearful eyes and hazy hug and crying, with countless falling camphor leaves thick burial.

Maybe many years later, when the wind blows inadvertently, when these heavy fallen leaves that carry memories are reopened, we, you, and them may look at these simple and beautiful pasts, smile silly again, and maybe look at these memories that have been buried deep in the bottom of the years, and burst into tears.

Zixi, who was sitting by the window, would usually hold the warm cappuccino and sit here for a long time, to enjoy the autumn rain falling outside the window, which is not common in the dry season, but now in her ears, except for the words that lingered when Yan Qing left, she couldn't digest the meaning for a while, and she couldn't listen to any sound.

The heat wafting out of the mug gradually rose and turned into water vapor, taking away the warmth of the coffee little by little, Zixi's eyes were wide open, looking at the air in front of him, sitting on the chair and still talking to himself, repeating the words that Yan Qing had dropped just now.

Maybe because of the rain, the people in the café gradually increased, and even the bar girl knew that it was the weather rather than the aroma of the coffee, but the owner of the store and the clerk all looked outside, hoping that the rain could last longer, and hoped that the autumn of the city could often use such a rainy day to replace the sprinkler truck through the road and leave it wet, in order to cover up the annoying dust and haze.

Zixi, who was sitting at the table, seemed to have entered a state of meditation, maintaining a posture, and even the face on her face did not change at all, and the mobile phone ringtone in the bag kept ringing, and she didn't hear it.

"This lady ...... Hello, I heard your phone ring for a long time, I hope you can pick it up if it's convenient, so that it won't disturb, other customers who taste coffee, everyone has a quiet environment, thank you"

The waiter at the coffee shop heard that Zixi's mobile phone kept ringing, affecting the customers in other stores, so he walked over and gently pushed it with his hand.

"Oh, I was thinking about something just now, didn't hear it"

Zixi, who came back to her senses, looked at the waiter in front of her, looked at the other customers around her, cast a scrutinizing look at her, and nodded apologetically to the people around her.

Zixi picked up the phone and saw that it was Min Hao calling, after Min Hao finished shooting a photo in the photo studio, he planned to discuss with Zixi about going on vacation to Italy after the wedding, but Zixi didn't wait for Min Hao to finish packing up the equipment, so he hurriedly pulled Chen Weiwei away.

Zixi put the phone on the table, picked up the cup of cappuccino, which was not too cold, and took a small sip, probably because of the evaporation of the heat just now, the taste of the coffee made her, frowning a little negatively, and put the cup back on the table.

She heard the sound of rain hitting the window and turned her head to look out.

"I don't know if Min Ho has come home? What if I don't have an umbrella? Alas, if I had known that it was raining today, I should have left the car for him to drive, anyway, there are so many cars in Chen Weiwei's house, and it would be a waste not to drive them."

Looking out the window, she was worried about Min Ho, who was still in the photo studio.

She was about to call Minho when she heard the ringtone of the caller.

Sometimes love can really make each other have such a tacit understanding.

Picked up the phone and looked at the screen, it showed that it was Min Hao's name and picked it up.

"Honey, it's raining outside, are you home?"

I really can't imagine that the person sitting next to Zixi's partition at the time had dropped his teeth into the coffee cup after hearing her say these words.

"No, as soon as you and Weiwei left, I met a friend who helped out in the photo studio, and the busy work has only ended until now, by the way, where are you? I have something I want to tell you in the photo studio, but before I can open my mouth, you and Chen Weiwei will disappear as soon as they slip through the smoke."

"Ugh....... I was in a hurry at the time, so you just waited for me in the photo studio, and I drove to pick you up, it was raining outside, and you didn't bring an umbrella."

"No, I've already packed up my things and come out of the studio, your photo album will be available in two days, and I'll just take it home for you when the time comes."

"Then how did you get here? I'm in the café, it's not far away, you know the address, it's the one I've been to before."

Otherwise, most of the time, what Zixi said was a test of the other party's intelligence level, and it was always this and that, thanks to Min Hao's spiritual connection, in addition to intelligence as support, there was also psychological induction.

Min Hao, who hung up the phone, had already walked out of the photo studio, and he felt that the temperature had plummeted today, so he made a special trip to get a windbreaker for Zixi from the photo studio, he knew that if Zixi caught a cold on a rainy day, he would definitely get sick, this was the first time Zixi sparked with him, he said it inadvertently, and Min Hao has it in his heart so far.

Min Hao, who could have taken a taxi out of the door, chose to take the subway, he likes to walk through the streets in the whispering weather, listening to the sound of raindrops falling from his ears, raindrops falling on his hair, falling on his clothes, and the sound of falling on the ground, he likes to listen, the whole person stands in the rain, listening to the sound of the raindrops falling around him, he feels that this is the best symphony given to people by nature, he always says that listening to the raindrops falling in different places, the sound of feedback in the ears, you can feel it, In different corners of the city, the emotions of being left behind or discarded.

is worthy of being an artistic cell, Min Hao is worthy of his profession, all the way like this, listening to the hustle and bustle of the rain in his ears, he walked to the subway entrance, and there is always a price to pay for appreciation, Min Hao's face and body of rain are the best to pay for this vocal music of nature.

Yan Qing, who left the café, may have been made a little abnormal by the recent complicated things, and his brain was a little pumping, he had already driven away from the café, and when he saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier outside, he turned the car around halfway and turned back.

He still parked the car at the door so casually, pushed the door and hurriedly ran in.

In order to wait for Minhao, Zixi was sitting in the café watching the latest issue of "Xinwei", and when he heard someone sitting opposite, he didn't have time to raise his head.

"You're here so soon, let's go"

Yan Qing sat across the table when he said this, not knowing how to take the next sentence, his face was full of doubts, could it be that Zixi had eyes on his head, how did he know that he came back to send her home.

", pay the bill"

At the moment when Zixi raised his head, he saw that it was not Min Hao but Yan Qing.

"How did you end up here! Aren't you gone? How to come back again! Is there something left unfinished, or do you want to do something on a rainy day? ”

Zixi had something to say, so Yan Qing didn't know what to say at all, just sat at the table, holding the cup of coffee that was already cold.

"Isn't it raining, I remembered that you didn't have an umbrella halfway through the walk, and wanted to drive you back"

Yan Qing sat there looking at Zixi, her face flushed a little, and she held back for a long time before she said this.

"Hehe, no, you hurry up, don't you think the whole world is just you driving that Maserati"

"Hmm......? Did you buy one of the same model as me? ”

Yan Qing suddenly raised her head and looked at Zixi in surprise.

"That's not, I'm not as crazy as you, it's just an ordinary car, it's just a four-seat Dragon Collector's Edition Wrangler, you have nothing to do and hurry up, good intentions, sister doesn't need you to send it, thank you"

As he spoke, Zixi guided Yan Qing with his eyes, and looked out of the window, the black Wrangler was standing burly in the rain, earning Zixi enough aura and face.

Yan Qing, who was defeated, pulled the last remaining face, got up and left his seat, and before leaving, he didn't forget to leave, and pointed to Zixi in front of him.

"Yes, that's good! Count me as self-inflicted."

Yan Qing turned around and left the café, and the moment he walked to the door and pushed the door, the door of the café was opened from the outside.

This person is none other than Min Ho, who has just walked all the way from the subway station to the ground, and still holds the windbreaker that keeps Zixi warm in his hand.

The two just took a face-to-face, but Min Hao stood at the door and didn't go in, looked at Yan Qing who walked in front of him, nodded at himself, didn't say anything, and looked unhappy.

"Wait a minute, I seem to have seen you somewhere...... Yan Qing, yes, you came to our house last time when Zixi disappeared."

Yan Qing also saw Min Hao when he went out, but he was in a bad mood and didn't say anything.

Just heard Min Ho at the door of the café, calling himself like this, so he stopped and turned around and glanced at Min Ho.

"I think you recognized the wrong person"

Yan Qing took out his sunglasses and put them on, got into the car directly, and left like a speedboat spraying water mist with the rain whistling up by the Maserati engine.

Standing at the door of the café, watching Yan Qing drive away, Min Ho felt that this would not be a coincidence, and the world would not be so dramatic, if he usually wouldn't feel awkward, but today is different, Zixi is also sitting in the café, thinking of this, although he didn't figure out what was going on, but his heart was very uncomfortable.

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