Sunday afternoon.

Wu Fan specially changed into new clothes at home, and cleaned up his hair in the mirror. When he went out, he saw the sun hanging high outside, and he went back to the house and got an umbrella.

After he went downstairs, he walked a few stops against the sun, sat down at the bus stop, and looked in the direction of Ye Qixue's house from time to time. He still held the umbrella tightly in his hand, and he seemed to be quite uneasy.

Objectively, only about ten minutes passed, but in Wu Fan's subjectivity, it seemed that after several days, Ye Qixue held a light blue parasol and walked over here, carrying a bulging bag in her other hand.

Wu Fan is sure that she must have been dressed up. She changed her usual simple clothes of shirt and jeans to a plain white dress and a pair of sandals with slightly high heels on her feet.

At this time, Ye Qixue also saw Wu Fan, retracted the umbrella with one hand, held it in his hand, and waved it to him with a smile. She still simply combed a ponytail and seemed to have painted her eyebrows. As for the other aspects, whether or not there is anything else, it is too difficult to ask a boy to see it.

Wu Fan also smiled and waved his hand, and the two looked at each other.

It is like two pools of deep water, the surface is unusually calm, but the undercurrent is turbulent in the depths.

But this time Wu Fan didn't look away embarrassedly, and Ye Qixue didn't bow her head because of shyness, the two slowly approached during the time they looked at each other, and then sat under the platform together and waited for the train.

In the middle of the bench, the two were separated by half a body, but the two maintained the same state very tacitly, did not want to get closer or farther away, and chatted quietly about some painless little things in life. After a while, the car came, and the two of them put coins in the car.

There were few people on the bus, but the two still picked out seats together. Ye Qixue is inside, by the window, and Wu Fan is outside. Ye Qixue first tilted her head, and looked at the street scene outside the window for a few minutes, Wu Fan looked at Ye Qixue.

Ye Qixue turned her head and happened to see Wu Fan looking at her stupidly, her face turned red, and she turned her head away. Wu Fan was also a little embarrassed, coughed, and asked without words: "Why do you want me to accompany you to the piano shop?" ”

Ye Qixue didn't look back, "What?" Isn't it possible? The voice was playful.

"What's the ...... That's good. ”

"Wouldn't that be good." Ye Qixue turned her head and smiled happily at him.

"Okay, if you're happy." Wu Fan smiled heartily, since the second year of junior high school, facing Ye Qixue, he smiled happily for the first time so relieved.

A delicate atmosphere brewed in the empty carriage.

The two changed their previous embarrassment and silence, chatted happily, and the topic was also unscrupulous, no longer as nutritious as the conversation in the station before.

“…… Ay...... You...... Do you have a favorite person right now? Ye Qixue opened her dark eyes wide, stared at Wu Fan carefully, and her tone was full of seriousness.

Wu Fan's heart trembled when he was watched, but his mouth still didn't relax: "You guess? ”

"Oh, seriously." Ye Qixue's voice rarely had a hint of coquettishness.

"Hmm." Wu Fan looked at her and nodded deeply.

About half an hour later, the short but pleasant conversation ended, and the two got off the train.

Wu Fan and Ye Qixue walked side by side on the road for a few minutes, and then turned into a slightly quiet street, the tall French plane trees on both sides of the street had lost their leaves, and the bright sunlight between the tall branches reflected on the thick yellow leaves on the ground, and also shone on the two of them.

The two walked quietly, only the yellow leaves under their feet made a gentle "click" sound.

"Here we are." Ye Qixue stopped.

"Sea of Stars...... Garden? Wu Fan raised his head and saw the sign of the piano store with a bit of ancient style. When he followed Ye Qixue inside, he asked with some curiosity, "What are you studying, piano shop?" Guitar? ”

"You'll find out later? I'll put on a show for you. Ye Qixue smiled mysteriously at him.

From the outside, the piano shop looks the size of a façade, but I didn't expect that there is a hole inside, with more than a dozen classrooms of different sizes. Ye Qixue greeted a few teachers, borrowed a small classroom, and walked in with Wu Fan.

The classroom is not large, but the decoration inside is very quaint, with a small case in the middle and a pair of ink paintings hanging on each wall. There weren't even stools in the classroom, just a few thin futons that looked like they were supposed to be for people to sit on. Wu Fan took off his shoes and knelt on the futon like Ye Qixue, always feeling uncomfortable.

Ye Qixue looked at his embarrassed appearance, smiled gloatingly, and then said to him: "You wait for me here, I'll go get the instrument." ”

Wu Fan estimated that she was learning classical musical instruments such as pipa or guzheng.

When she was fantasizing about which instrument would be the most suitable for her, Ye Qixue had already changed her clothes and came in.

She changed into a Hanfu, plain dress and long skirt, Wu Fan didn't understand the specific costume of the dynasty, but felt that it was very suitable for her. She spread her hair and draped it over her shoulders like an inky waterfall, looking quite old-fashioned.

Ye Qixue held a guqin in her arms, walked in barefoot, smiled at Wu Fan, and after giving him a shallow blessing, she put the guqin horizontally on the small case and sat on the ground.

Wu Fan was a little stupid for a while.

Ye Qixue's eyebrows were like water, she glanced at Wu Fan deeply, and that deep gaze occupied Wu Fan's entire world.

Then she gently plucked the strings with both hands, with a dignified demeanor, and sang in a low voice with the sound of the piano:

"In the world, the wind blows the grass sky

The heart is fluttering, and the vermilion splashes lightly

It's hard to sleep, Sijun is in the night

……

The long road is nowhere to find when stepping on iron shoes

Lovesickness is unforgettable

……”

With the clear voice of the guqin, a sad and poignant tone echoed in the room, like a song, like a cry, accompanied by Ye Qixue's whispered singing, like a river in the early morning of spring, soft and powerful into Wu Fan's heart.

Listening to a song, it is like spring water.

After a long time, Wu Fan reacted.

On the side of the guqin, Ye Qixue sat up straight silently, looking at him incessantly, with a relieved and happy smile on her lips.

Wu Fan asked, "Does this piece have a name?" ”

"Emotion"

Then there was the gaze and silence of the two, all in silence.

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When the two walked out of the piano shop, they became familiar with each other again, and began to chat non-stop, as if to fill the previous silence, and the tall trees beside the road were still silent, still silently pointing to the sky.

While the two were talking and walking, the sky changed suddenly. First a cool breeze blew to dispel the slightly stuffy air, and then a few autumn breezes brought a slight chill. In an instant, the clouds were thick, and the bright afternoon was instantly dark, and the raindrops of beans smashed down fiercely.

"It's raining." Wu Fan hurriedly opened the umbrella, covered Ye Qixue under the umbrella, and hid under the umbrella himself. The two of them leaned very closely, but the umbrella was still too small, and both of them were hit by the rain on their sides. But even so, Ye Qixue still didn't mean to open the umbrella in her hand.

Wu Fan moved the umbrella towards Ye Qixue's head, and half of his body fell into the rain.

Ye Qixue raised her head under the umbrella and looked at Wu Fan, as if it had rained back then.

Wu Fan also remembered the autumn rain, the same two people under the umbrella.

A wild autumn wind blew, and the rain was slanted, hitting the two of them, cold and biting. Ye Qixue was just wearing a thin dress, shivering in the autumn wind and rain, she hugged her shoulders with both hands, and her voice was small, like a mosquito fly: "It's so cold, Wu Fan, can you ......"

Wu Fan reflexively hugged this fragile and helpless girl, as if he was hugging the time of the past two years.

Ye Qixue rested her head on his shoulder, with a satisfied and relaxed smile on her face, as happy as realizing a dream she never dared to imagine, but the water near the corner of her eye couldn't stop, I don't know if it was rain or tears.

Under the umbrella, the two hugged each other silently, and the autumn rain on the umbrella did not stop for a moment.

It took a long, long time for the two to let go, and their bodies were already wet.

The two of them each raised their umbrellas, walked slowly in the rain, and talked slowly.

Suddenly, Wu Fan stood still and listened carefully to Ye Qixue's words, with a solemn expression. Ye Qixue, who spoke, also had a solemn face, as if what the two of them said was very solemn.

After saying this, Ye Qixue said goodbye in the rain and prepared to take a taxi back by herself.

On the way to leave with an umbrella, Wu Fan looked back at her and found that she was also looking back at herself.

Ye Qixue looked back first, as if none of this had happened.

Wu Fan stood in place for a long time until the rain stopped.