Lotus, clear water, green willows, a small boat swaying, full of breeze, full of crisp and sweet as pleasant.

Although today's itinerary is miscellaneous and rushing, it is relatively easy. Maybe it's because the mood is changing imperceptibly.

The heat is subsiding until the evening when I go to 1912 Style Street, the sky changes suddenly, the wind blows, Nanjing ushers in the first rainstorm of summer, and the air is filled with the smell of choking grass ash.

Wang Mo and Zhao Qian found a barbecue restaurant to shelter from the rain and solve the dinner problem by the way.

"Drinking beer?" Wang Mo held the menu and suddenly asked, but soon he diverted the topic a little evasively, pretending to point to the menu and asked Zhao Qian: "Do you have a cod, I have eaten this, it tastes very good." ”

"Okay!" Zhao Qian flicked her bangs, and the raindrops fell.

"I don't need beer, get me a can of Sprite?"

Zhao Qian is also pretending to be calm, alcohol is the culprit of that incident, and mentioning it again can always make people feel uncomfortable.

After the waiter took away the menu paper, Zhao Qian pondered for a long time and suddenly stretched out her hand: "Wang Mo, let me see what you have taken in the past few days."

"Huh?" Wang Mo was not too reluctant, but he still handed it to her.

"I'll see what you filmed," Zhao Qian said, slashing open her phone, the fluorescent reflection of the screen on her smiling face.

It was very sudden, Wang Mo didn't hide the privacy of invisible people in his mobile phone, but if she was really asked to take it to see it like this, it would be uneasy.

"Wang Mo, why did you secretly take so many photos of me!" Zhao Qian giggled, "These photos are so ugly......"

As she spoke, Zhao Qian deleted those photos.

"If you delete it again, you'll be done with it......"

Wang Mo instinctively wanted to get his mobile phone back, but he still asked respectfully: "Can you leave me a little thought?"

Zhao Qian's fingers trembled, and the torrent of sorrow flowed through her heart, sweeping away all the hope of rebirth after the disaster.

Returning the mobile phone to Wang Mo, Zhao Qian pondered for a long time before asking: "Wang Mo, after the day after tomorrow, we won't see each other, right?"

"I don't know," Wang Mo said.

Wang Mo still ordered two bottles of beer, and the smoke and dust from the barbecue were swept away by the smoker, and what could not be swept away was more and more sorrow.

"You fell in the bathroom that night and I ...... when I found out"

"Shhhhh......h

But after all, this is a public place, which will inevitably make Zhao Qian jealous.

Glancing at Wang Mo, Zhao Qian muttered while flipping through the bamboo sticks: "It's all over!" …… In fact, it's not that you can see it, it's just that it has already happened, and it's not interesting to pursue it! ”

"I'm sorry!" Wang Mo finally found a chance to apologize, unlike when he left the room, he looked at Zhao Qian's face, full of guilt.

"Oh, let's eat......" Zhao Qian pulled out the bamboo skewer and pretended to be nothing, but her teeth bit on the bamboo skewer and choked for no reason, the spicy and hot heat wave stimulated the taste buds, painful and numb......

……

After eating, the rain still didn't stop, and the two came downstairs, borrowed a power bank from the bar, and sat down to wait for the rain.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind carrying the rain stars, and Zhao Qian coldly hugged her shoulders.

She would inadvertently glance at Wang Mo beside her, all the reverie related to romance was ruthlessly diluted at this moment, wrapped in a cool breeze, wet, soaked, and coldly contained in the soil.

"Wang Mo, you call a car, I see that the rain will not stop for a while and a half!" Zhao Qian hugged her cold shoulders and began to feel tormented.

"Hmm"

Wang Mo responded, and Zhao Qian walked out of 1912 Style Street in the pouring rain, and the online car-hailing car was parked on the side of the road, whirring and flashing the emergency lights.

The rainstorm made Nanjing fall into the night at six o'clock, the driver turned on the low beam, and the wisps of rain in front of the beam were clear and skinny, becoming the most unforgettable memory in this summer.

The rainstorm seems to be to vent to the fullest, endlessly infiltrating the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties in front of you, and the old plane tree hangs its face helplessly, what is the reason for this? A hundred years of success or failure is nothing more than that, why should you be cocooned and bound yourself!

……

"Zhao Qian, I want to have a good talk with you"

In the B&B, Wang Mo suddenly said to Zhao Qian.

The movement of wiping her hair stiffened, and Zhao Qian nodded hesitantly.

Walking into the room, as in the past, Zhao Qian leaned on the head of the bed, Wang Mo sat on the sofa, and the two of them stared at the LCD TV hanging on the wall, the fluorescence of the TV screen danced on the cold faces of the two, like white butterflies, opening their teeth and dancing claws, trying to suck the last trace of blood on their faces......

"Why don't you speak?"

Zhao Qian, who gradually calmed down, asked with a slightly sideways face, she should have been nervous, or nervous and excited. However, in the face of the final conversation, the emotions that should have been or thought she should have been there were so distant and difficult to grasp. She even had a faint premonition of an apocalyptic aura, and her nostrils were filled with gunsmoke.

"I'll organize the language!" Wang Mo smiled and glanced at Zhao Qian beside him, the cold face made him frightened, and some words that had been brewing for a long time could not be said to her.

"I think I have to give you an explanation, or an apology, for what happened the night before. I didn't know how to make up for my mistakes, I was panicking all the time, the first time I encountered this kind of thing. ”

Wang Mo muttered, in front of him was a fluorescent beating TV, a large-scale variety show was playing on the TV, and the laughter was contrary to the cold atmosphere in the room.

"But I thought, I should say something about my actions. …… I'm so guilty that this incident has not only become a barrier between us, but also affected our travel mood, so I thought I needed to talk to you about it. ”

Wang Mo said and glanced at Zhao Qian, who was still lonely and cold, like a thousand years of ice, and the cold was biting.

"If ......" Wang Mo hesitated, but decided to continue. If I can, I want to take responsibility for my actions, I want to be good to you, twenty, thirty, fifty years, all good to you......"

Maybe Wang Mo was too eager to get his work done, and what he said failed to express his thoughts at all, which was somewhat counterproductive.

Or, Zhao Qian was too passive and wabi at that time, and everything she listened to seemed like an excuse to avoid responsibility.

The silence in the room was enough to kill everything, and the air seemed to freeze and suffocate.

After a long time, Zhao Qian glanced at the man next to her, "Are you finished?" ”

Seeing that Wang Mo was silent, Zhao Qian settled down and said, "I don't believe what you just said. ”

Wang Mo was surprised, the wind in the air conditioner seemed to have become stronger, wrapped in snowflakes and scattered throughout the house.

"When you men say something, you probably don't want to think about it, so let's say anything. What twenty Chinese New Year's Eve fifty years, I don't believe it at all, you say this to me, it has nothing to do with what happens between us. You should think more about the actual things, because I care more about the potential pitfalls than a meaningless promise, and I don't want to have any follow-up to this. ”