In the evening, An Ning came out of the teahouse.

There was a drizzle of rain in the sky.

Tick-tock, as thin as a gossamer. Densely woven diagonally, the water splashes blurred, and the eyes were hazy.

The rain falls on the summer wood, bit by bit.

Drifting, tactful, like crying and complaining......

The evening breeze dawns and rolls up a thousand layers of fallen leaves.

Bleak and clear, it is a world of its own.

There was a new coolness in the air.

The crowd on the street is long gone, and she is the only one left on the empty street.

An Ning was silent in the rain, reaching out her pale and slender hand to catch the raindrops.

This is the raindrop......

Very light, very shallow.

Beautiful, fragile.

An Ning lowered his eyes, and the raindrops in his palm melted......

The raindrops slowly became more and more intense, denser and larger.

Tranquility doesn't hide or hide, come on......

In the distance, a figure, emaciated and slender. Swinging, holding a black umbrella, he ran to her eagerly.

The figure approached, and An Ning's eyelids lifted slightly, trembling slightly.

It's cool.

It's cool again.

The scene in front of me is familiar.

Some are in a trance, and their eyes are clear.

A young man, dressed in white, with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked towards the girl......

The girl is like a homing milk swallow, thrown into the arms of the teenager, delicate and pretty, rubbing the teenager's chest affectionately.

In another trance, the scene changes.

The young man was dressed in black and held a black umbrella. The eyes are deep, and the desolation cannot be hidden. Looking at the girl's eyes, affectionate and careful......

The girl took a step back and moved away from the youth. His expression was cold, his tone was cold, and there was a deep chill.

"The bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, you and I have different paths, each going its own way!"

The young man looked pained, clutching his umbrella tightly, undisguised vulnerability. His tone trembled lightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Ning Ning, I did something wrong, I changed ......"

The girl seemed to have heard a big joke, and the corners of her mouth hooked a sarcastic smile, and the bloodthirsty demon Ye: "If you don't change it, what do you have to do with me?" ”

mocking his self-inflicted amorous ......

However, in the hanging sleeves, the fingertips have long been white......

The eyes were hazy, and I don't know if it was the tears that blinded the eyes, or the rain that made me feel like a trance.

When he came back to his senses, Jiang Liang was already close at hand.

Call her softly: "Ning Bao......"

Indescribable affection, unstoppable tenderness.

Intoxicated with the warmth of the years.

Travel through time, trek through mountains and rivers, and find you.

The Si people are gone, and the old people are gone.

I'm still waiting for you in the same place, although the process is long, but I am willing to wander away and meet you warmly.

If you look back, you can see me.

Suddenly looking back, the boy was there, under the oil-paper umbrella.

Drizzle, fallen leaves, evening breeze.

Listen, someone is singing.

Jiang Liang held the umbrella and brought An Ning under the umbrella. The umbrella tilted towards her without a trace, half of its shoulders exposed.

Little fool, rain in vain.

An Ning frowned, subconsciously retreated, and would rather continue to be drenched in the rain.

She doesn't need to.

Jiang smiled coldly, his smile pale.

She avoided him again.

She was wary of him.

She was covered in sharp thorns.

Jiang Liang hooked his lips, this time ......

Nothing can be said to let her go.

Taking a strong step forward, he stuffed the umbrella into An Ning's hand without saying anything, quickly withdrew his hand, and ordered: "Take it!" ”

Turn around again and run towards the rain curtain.

He gave her the umbrella.

An Ning clenched the handle of the umbrella, and there was still residual warmth.

It's warm.

Rub it gently, want to hold it for the rest of your life, and never let go.

Pity......

An Ning let go, and let go without hesitation.

She doesn't need to.

The umbrella fell, splashing shallowly and wetting the vamp.

Wet, Jiang Liang's face ......

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned.

My Yanna......

Will you ever come back......