"It's raining, I'll send you back." He took the two umbrellas that the guards held, one was the girl's red plum umbrella.

Yiren smiled and pressed his hand on the handle of the umbrella, "Okay, I'll send you back, what's the matter if you send me back, you go back, someone will send me back." ”

"Who'。。。。。。"

An inky figure appeared in his eyes, from far and near, stopping him from asking.

The man came from East Street, a plain oil-paper umbrella, under the umbrella was a bright smiling face, a pair of peach blossom eyes fell directly on her, seeing her fall in the rain, he instantly smiled, walked quickly, and the splashed mud fell on his robe.

"Why don't you use an umbrella, what should I do if I catch a cold?" There was intimacy in the tone that he didn't have.

Ito looked at the man who had landed most of his face on his head, and did not speak, but smiled lightly to comfort him.

Turned his head to Xiao Yu'an and said, "Go back quickly, don't get cold, the people in the house are still waiting."

The little guy who delivered the umbrella stood at the door, looking at him expectantly.

He stood in front of the door, looking at the two figures in the distance, the blue shirt clinging to his dark robe, so fitting, as if to say that the ethereal green smoke he had just reached out to grab was a joke.

The umbrella was not big, half of the man's body was walking in the rain, but the woman under the umbrella did not let the wind and rain get wet, they walked slowly, and he looked at it from afar.

The closest distance between him and her was probably the road that had not yet been completed, the hand that was quietly placed behind his back and did not catch the cyan clouds, and it was also the straightforward and envious eyes at the moment.

It turns out that he has a crush on this girl! But he's not her sweetheart!

It is a great fortune to have cultivated half a life, to get this relationship, and to be happy, and this relationship is over.

I hope that the mountains and rivers that Qing loves are all loved, and the Haiqing River Yan is looking forward to, and the tentacles are all sunny, full of joy, and a life without shame and worry-free.

Fearlessly, the gentleman turned back, the past is the past, and the future is a blessing, and I hope that Qing will cherish it.

Qingqing didn't see the person behind her raise his hand to give a salute, nor did she return his gentlemanly salute, everything around her was well protected by the man next to her.

"Why are you here?"

Seventeen smiled, took out the oil paper in his arms with one hand, like sugar, and said with a smile: "It's raining, the little lady is still waiting for me, but I can't come early."

He raised his chin, "Help me lift the umbrella." ”

Yiren didn't know what he was going to do, so he obediently held the umbrella, and Seventeen consciously bent down to keep her from getting too tired.

Yiren watched him untie the purse from her waist and stuff all the sugar cubes into her purse, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

Seventeen took the umbrella in her hand, stuffed the purse back into her hand and walked side by side with her, his face was crimson, "You taste it, it's not delicious, I'll try other methods next time." ”

The purse was bulging, and the Yiren peeled off the oil paper that was about to overflow on the surface, and a round lotus seed was wrapped in a layer of syrup on the outside, and there were some bright yellow stars, and a fragrance of osmanthus in the entrance struck, relieving the sweetness of the syrup, and the fragrance of lotus seeds.

On a May day, I don't know where he found the osmanthus.

Looking at the man's expectant eyes, he put one in the palm of his hand, and Seventeen got the candy, he was stunned for a moment, and then put it into his arms safely, Yiren laughed out loud, looked at him and said, "You forgot the hour just to do this today?"

This is an unreliable thing, and Seventeen feels that he can't admit it, so he is silent.

The same road, the same silence, when I was with Xiao Yu'an, I was contemplating, and when I was with Seventeen, I wanted to talk.

"The little lady can ask whatever she wants." Seventeen couldn't see her worried, but a slight frown of his brows could make him twist his mind.

"You don't want to ask me something? For example, why do I dare to promise Master Shan. ”

Seventeen moved the umbrella to her side again, tilting his head to look at her, "The little lady is so forgetful, didn't I say that you can do whatever you want, I have it in your pocket!" ”

Bumped into those peach blossom eyes, Yiren couldn't help but ask, "What if you can't hold back?" ”

The man didn't think about it before he spoke: "If you can't hold it, you can protect it, if you can't protect it, I will work hard, and if the sword stands in front of me, I will definitely protect it."

"Seventeen, don't you already know who I am?"

Seventeen was silent for a moment, stopped, turned around and held the umbrella above her head with one hand, and half-squatted on her knees with the other hand to look at her, "Does that little lady still want my little tail, I guess I still have some use." ”

I don't know why, Yiren saw a bit of desolation in his eyes, the kind of insolable desolation, probably desperately needed to grasp something.

Reaching out to brush away the wet hair that was sticking to his neck, he touched the top of his hair again, as if to comfort the homeless puppy, "Anyway, I see that Little Seventeen is also very useful and smart." ”

It was obvious that he paused and straightened up unnaturally, but the umbrella was not deviated at all, and landed firmly above her head.

"Why is Little Seventeen called Seventeen?"

"When I was young, I met two benefactors, one who taught me to have faith and the other who taught me to be a human being, and I was grateful, and I wanted to engrave them in my life."

"What kind of person is the benefactor?"

"Probably someone like the little lady."

When he was young, he met two benefactors, one was the famous Royal Highness the Prince, Xiao Yuanjun.

One is a plain umbrella girl under the red wall and white snow.,He heard the person behind her calling her His Highness.,This highness was quietly caught by him into his ears.,Stay.,It's this half of life.。。

He was ten years old and the girl was seven years old.

He has been wandering since he was a child, and he is the most inconspicuous beggar in Kyoto, who does not steal or rob, and the most brilliant thing he has ever done is to snatch food by the dog's mouth.

That year, he killed someone, the son of the owner of the pharmacy on West Street, who was a fat boy.

Dog is his younger brother, not biological, Dog has a family, was abandoned in the broken temple when he was 3 years old, since the dog can talk and can walk and run, he has been following his ass since he started, and he always has feelings for a long time, he takes Gousheng as his younger brother, but Gousheng takes him as a father, Gousheng has a sick brain, and he doesn't speak well, he can't ask for food, and he always looks at the dry food in his hand.

He can't even support himself, a ration is only given to him a small half, fortunately, the dog is 4 years younger than him, his health is not good, his appetite is not good, he can barely make two people live with food, he also plans to live like this, and when he is older, he will go to beg for a way to live, there is no hope, he plans to live this life in a daze.

There were a few heavy rains in Kyoto that year, followed by the first snow for a few days, he has always been in good health, resisting the creation, that year there was an unprecedented wind chill, he was a beggar, any illness will kill him.

I burned for two days at night, and I was sleepy during the day, and I didn't go out to beg for food, and the two days were all dogs who went out to beg for food, and he didn't know what way to ask for two white steamed buns every day, and every day he came back with an injury, staring at him after eating two steamed buns.

When I asked him, he said he had eaten, and then he ran away, he was too weak to care about him, and if he had been a little stronger, he would not have let the dog go.

Later, I learned that the fat boy took him for entertainment, as long as he learned to walk the dog in the glacier, he could get a steamed bun, he went to the fat boy every day to ask for steamed buns, the fat boy threw the steamed buns on the ground, and fell a layer of wet mud, and his daily food was two layers and a thin mud steamed bread.

After the first snowfall, the more severe the cold, the more serious his illness became, and he often coughed so much that he couldn't sleep at night, and the dog didn't cry when he heard it, so he looked at him, and continued to sleep when he didn't cough.

After a few days, Gou Sheng would bring back a bowl of medicine every night, he said that it was not wanted by good people, he drank it for several days, and the illness finally got better, but his body was too weak and he had no strength.