The rain in late autumn was cold and cold, adding a bit of chill to the early winter.

Jiang Xiaomian was half asleep in a daze, and suddenly saw a vague figure, and when she was about to look closer, it was her father Jiang Yihua.

"Dad..."

"Xiaomian, why can't your eyes see? Take a good look at Daddy once, Daddy misses you very much. ”

Only an arm's length away from his father, Jiang Xiaomian stretched out his hand, thinking that he could grab his father's long-lost palm at once, but an invisible force separated the two of them further and further.

The night was hazy and desolate, and the fog was confused.

The long road, with snowflakes, Jiang Xiaomian felt that he had chased his father for a long, long time.

When she chased after the snow cliff, her father waved at her and turned his back down.

"Dad, don't, Dad......"

"Boom" There was a thunderous sound, Jiang Xiaomian woke up in fright, and all he saw was darkness.

"Mom"

Jiang Xiaomian called out on the bed with a frightened voice, Bai Shengxue immediately put down the document in her hand when she heard it, and came to her daughter's side, she patted her daughter gently and told her that she was not afraid.

The rain outside the window still keeps falling, and this rain hasn't stopped since last night.

"Xiaomian, it's only five o'clock, you can lie down and sleep early." Bai Shengxue gently soothed her.

Jiang Xiaomian grabbed the quilt tightly, recalling the voice of her father who called her in her dream, she hadn't seen her for a long time, and when she was about to catch up and take a closer look, the sudden thunder overlapped with the picture of her father falling to the ground.

"Mom, I'm fine."

Jiang Xiaomian got up, insisted on getting out of bed, groped to the window, and a cold attack hit her through her skin.

"Mom, what time is it today?"

"It's the 23rd. The doctor said that your recovery period is only a few days, so you go back and sleep more, obedient!" Bai Shengxue said with a little strong order, and helped her daughter to lie back on the bed.

But when he closes his eyes, Jiang Xiaomian will always look back on the dream just now.

The rain was swishing, and the morning did not stop for a moment, but became more and more violent.

"Fuck, dead rain!" In the flower shop, Han Feiran hurriedly moved the flowers outside the shop after spitting out a dirty word rudely.

After a long time, I took a towel to wipe my wet hair after I was done.

As soon as the mobile phone rings, a new text message prompts: "No, the temperature is starting to drop, wear more clothes."

Han Feiran clicked on it and looked at the sender, it was Jiang Wanguan.

"Otherwise, call me on your phone, mine is out of battery!"

Han Feiran responded to his mother's voice and deleted the text message, "Oh, okay." ”

After Han's mother finished calling, Han Feiran asked her: "Mom, are your flower orders with Xiang's Group still continuing?" I heard that their company signed a more preferential flower shop, and after doing this one, let's not put a hot face on the cold ass. ”

Xiang's mother heard her son's words feel as cold as the weather, and she wondered, "Is it?" But a few days ago, they called over and happily ordered a flower stand for the opening ceremony, and they didn't say that they would cancel the cooperation in the future!"

It turned out that Han Feiran's words were just nonsense, a little weak-hearted, his eyes flickered to the side, and he casually lifted a watering can to water the hydroponic pothos leaves on the side, and said: "When people encounter something more favorable, how will they inform you." ”

"Then how did you know, it was Dong Yang who told you?" Xiang's mother smiled and took the watering can in her son's hand, "What about the ghost with me, is it a contradiction with Dongyang?" ”

Han Feiran still made an excuse: "What I saw when I passed by their company, such a big float."

Han's mother smiled: "You kid, you are careful, who is not greedy for savings, which one is cost-effective and which one is cheap, will naturally think of us sometimes."

Hearing that her son didn't say anything, Han's mother continued to nag: "Hurry up and pack up your things and go to school, come back all day long, don't delay class..."

"Sneeze"

Xiang Dongyang sneezed when he just went downstairs, he shook his body to relieve the coldness, went into the kitchen and pinched out the freshly baked bread into the toast, put it on the plate and brushed the blueberry jam belt and hummed a song, "Where is the youth that belongs to summer, where is it..."

"Dongyang, the milk is still hot, I have to drink it all!"

"Got it!"

Xiang's mother came over and nagged again: "Every time, I don't wake up until almost noon, I really don't know how you spend your time at school!"

Xiang Dongyang grimaced at his mother and ignored her nagging. After eating breakfast, he saw that the rain was still falling, and the sun was already shining through the clouds in the distant sky, so he changed his shoes and hummed a song to go out: "The sun is always after the wind and rain, and there is a clear sky on the dark clouds... Please believe that there is a rainbow..."

"Dongyang, hey, this kid!"

Xiang called out to his mother, but he didn't stop his son who ran out of the door.

Xiang Dongyang came to the hospital and saw Bai Shengxue accompanying Jiang Xiaomian, he stopped his steps about to move forward, but Bai Shengxue turned around and came out with a hot water kettle, and the two took a frontal photo.

"Hello aunt..."

Bai Shengxue looked at the person in front of him who still had a little wet hair, knowing that he was the son of the Xiang Group, he often came to visit Jiang Xiaomian a few times before, but he didn't have the opportunity to talk to him alone.

"Oh, it's Dongyang, it's early, I'll say thank you for Xiaomian."

Bai Shengxue, as an elder, thanked him first, which made Xiang Dongyang a little embarrassed, and he blushed a little, "Auntie, this is what I should be, Xiaomian is also a very good classmate of ours." ”

"Mom, who's coming?"

Jiang Xiaomian's voice sounded inside, and he replied to his mother: "It's nothing, it's just that I met an old man's son to chat."

Bai Shengxue's words made Xiang Dongyang unable to laugh, and the meaning of her words seemed to be unpleasant to him.

Xiang Dongyang was stunned for a moment, and then found a step for himself, "Since Xiaomian is still resting, then I won't bother." He turned around and was about to leave.

Bai Shengxue kept him: "You wait." She quietly put the things in her hand back and walked out with Xiang Dongyang.

"Auntie, do you want to tell me something?" Xiang Dongyang was cautious, like a prisoner awaiting trial, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"I heard Xinchen say, do you like Xiaomian?"

Xiang Dongyang quietly glanced at Bai Shengxue's eyes, she didn't seem to be here to apply for training, but her face was not so pleasant.

"It's not about the café, it's about the matter, it's a matter of pinching the topic of death as soon as it comes, it's really a person who has come over." Xiang Dongyang thought to himself, and nodded at this 'mother-in-law' who might be the future.

"You're all adults, and as parents, it's hard to interfere with these things. However, I can't be silent with you, Xiaomian is my daughter, I know her character best, I just want to remind you that you were born a noble son and have little experience..."

Bai Shengxue's tone was very soothing and peaceful, without any hostility, but she was still interrupted by Xiang Dongyang: "Auntie, I won't hurt Xiaomian!"

Xiang Dongyang's interruption made Bai Shengxue feel that his youthful spirit was too self-righteous. She insisted on what she had not finished speaking: "You haven't experienced it, you understand too little, I'm not against you, I just want to tell you that it's enough to stop, it will be long in the future, maybe two days of sunny and seven days of snow." Xiaomian has suffered a lot, you haven't seen it with your own eyes, and you haven't suffered the same amount as her, what do you do to make up for her with empathy? If you walk into her heart, there will be twists and turns in the future, in case you don't keep your original intention, it is better to stay away from her world from now on. ”

This brief conversation couldn't keep the balance, Bai Shengxue and Xiang Dongyang seemed to be sitting on a strange board at one end, and Bai Shengxue was the heaviest one, enough for Xiang Dongyang to hang lightly in the air with a little confidence.

"Three years, three years? Isn't that enough to prove it? Xiang Dongyang lowered his eyebrows and secretly refuted Bai Shengxue's words, but with only a few words of his obsession, this refutation could not be significant.

Bai Shengxue is not Xiang Dongyang's mother, if it was his own mother who said this, he must have raised his throat and argued unconvincedly, in the end, whether it was right or not, no one cared about him.

The elders standing in front of him were very embarrassed to pinch their identities.

At this time, Xian Xinchen came to the hospital and broke the silent stalemate between Xiang Dongyang and Bai Shengxue.

"Huh? Why did you all come out and let Xiaomian wake up and find who?"

Bai Shengxue saw Xian Xinchen coming and said, "Xinchen, Xiaomian has handed it over to you, I'm going to the company." Saying that, he left.

"What are you doing here? Let's go inside! Xian Xinchen smiled and patted Xiang Dongyang on the side.

Jiang Xiaomian was bored, and suddenly heard the joyful voice of Xian Xinchen coming into the door: "The torrential rain has finally stopped, and now there is a rainbow in the sky!"

"Really? Can I go out for a while? ”

Xian Xinchen went over and said, "No, there is light outside, which is not good for your eyes."

"It's not gauze, or you can find a handkerchief." Jiang Xiaomian didn't hear a response after putting forward his opinion, and was obviously unhappy: "If it's normal, I can draw that rainbow."

Xian Xinchen glanced at Xiang Dongyang and compromised with her: "Okay, then you have to be obedient."

Xiang Dongyang didn't know where to find a drawing board and colored pencils, and followed them to the roof of the hospital.

"Come, there are four more steps, four, three, two, one..."

Xian Xinchen reminded Jiang Xiaomian and sat down in the chair.

Jiang Xiaomian stretched out his arms and greeted the warmth of nature with the greatest amplitude. Since she couldn't see the sun, she let every corner of her body sense its existence, and sighed: "The sun is so warm, like a warm elf, sticking to people and refusing to let it go." ”

After a long time, Jiang Xiaomian seemed to hear the sound of a pen on the paper on the side.

"Xinchen, are you painting?" Jiang Xiaomian said and groped his hand to the side, and indeed touched the hand holding the paintbrush, and his fingertips felt the bumps between the white paper and the picture.

Xiang Dongyang smiled and did not speak, and continued to wave the paintbrush.

Jiang Xiaomian withdrew her hand, and through the handkerchief in her eyes, she seemed to see a faint light and looked up at the sky.

The wind blew through Jiang Xiaomian's eyes, and the knots of the handkerchief on her eyes gradually loosened, and finally she was inadvertently blown to the ground by the wind.

For a moment, Jiang Xiaomian didn't know what kind of light made her feel dazzling, she subconsciously raised her hand to quietly block her eyes, closed her eyes and opened them a few times, and when she opened her eyes to adapt to the light, the colorful rainbow was finally reflected in her eyes.

"Two rainbows, one neon and one rainbow."

After Xiang Dongyang heard Jiang Xiaomian's words, he stopped his pen for a moment and looked to the side in surprise.

Jiang Xiaomian's eyes met the eyes of the painter, and she realized that the person was not Xian Xinchen, but Xiang Dongyang.

In his paintings, the girl with a handkerchief under the rainbow is Jiang Xiaomian.

"Hello, Dongyang."

The first time his eyes could see, Jiang Xiaomian smiled calmly, and greeted Xiang Dongyang, a long time ago.

"Hello, Xiaomian."

All this almost brought tears to Xiang Dongyang's eyes.

In the diagnosis room, Jiang Xiaomian cooperated with the doctor and underwent examination.

Xian Xinchen hurriedly asked, "Doctor, are her eyes completely healed, and won't there be any sequelae?"

"She is recovering well, and she should pay more attention to rest after going back in the past few days, so as not to let her vision be overly tired."

"Okay, thank you."

The good news spread and was not missed.

When Jiang Xiaomian returned home, because today was Saturday, as soon as he entered the door, there was a row of people standing in front of him.

Xiaoquan, Lin Shen, Wu Yuanhao, Ye Yao, Xiang Dongyang, Lu Xiaoguo, Han Feiran.

The people in a row, Jiang Xiaomian was still stunned, and suddenly Lin Shen and Lu Xiaoguo pulled out a colorful banner on the left and right: "Congratulations to Xiaomian on healing and the return of light."

Unexpected formation, when Jiang Xiaomian had just reacted, Koizumi cleverly pulled the line next to him, and at that moment, balloons, colorful flutters, and colorful feathers fell from their heads.

"Xiaomian, welcome back!"

"Sister, your eyes are better, and you can eat and play with Koizumi again!"

Unexpectedly greeted, their smiles flashed in Jiang Xiaomian's tears.

The four words 'crying with joy' were never experienced by Jiang Xiaomian before. Today, she believes that the word is not a white word.

Lin Shen came over and pulled her and smiled: "Xiaomian, wipe away your tears, it's just right!"

Xian Xinchen has been with Jiang Xiaomian for so many years, he has seen her depression, her uneasiness and vulnerability, at this moment, he has a strong premonition, with the existence of these people, Jiang Xiaomian will definitely be different from before.

After everyone got together for a while, it was time to disperse, Jiang Xiaomian personally sent them to the door, looking at the back of them going together, she felt for the first time what it means to be 'deserted after dispersing'.

When she turned to step up the steps, someone stopped her.

"Xiao Mian..."

When Jiang Xiaomian turned around, he didn't know when Han Feiran had come back from the secrets.

"I have something that I think should be given back to you."

After Han Feiran finished speaking, he took out the painting book and handed it to Jiang Xiaomian.

Jiang Xiaomian looked down and saw that it was the painting book she had lost three years ago, and she hurriedly took it and looked through it, it was not bad at all, it was not damaged at all.

"It's been years, how can it be in your hands? Did you pick it up on a plane or in a taxi? I've been contacting them for a long time! ”

Jiang Xiaomian's excited words and joy that could not be concealed made Han Feiran hover on the edge of the cliff of lying.

"It turns out that Xiang Dongyang has never told her about the painting book." Han Feiran was secretly stunned until Jiang Xiaomian asked again, "Huh?" Where did you pick it up? ”

The repeated questioning was full of temptation for Han Feiran, he originally came to pay it back for Xiang Dongyang, but in the end, he chose Zhang Guan and Li Dai.

"Three years ago, I... At... Found in a taxi. Han Feiran, who said this, seemed to have a mouth that was not under his control.

After thinking about it for three years, Jiang Xiaomian held it like a treasure at this moment.

"Xiaomian, is he important to you?"

Jiang Xiaomian said: "It was a painting book given to me by someone else back then."

Han Feiran changed his sentence and asked: "I'm not talking about the book, I'm talking about the people in the sketch." ”

Jiang Xiaomian looked solemn and was speechless.

"Xiaomian, you know that it is impossible for you to be with him. We are fated in the dark, otherwise God would not have arranged for me to pick up your painting book, I will wait for you and fully accept my day. ”

Before Jiang Xiaomian could react to Han Feiran's words, he was already embraced in his arms.

Jiang Xiaomian subconsciously pushed away the person in front of him: "Thank you for helping me pick it up, I'm going back."

Han Feiran looked at Jiang Xiaomian who turned around and closed the door, his heart was full of loss, and the unwillingness reflected in his eyes was as unwilling as he was lost.

For Han Feiran's sudden hug just now, Jiang Xiaomian suddenly had no master, she hurriedly returned to the bedroom, calmed her heart, and when she opened the curtain and looked out, she was relieved to see Han Feiran who was downstairs.

Jiang Xiaomian opened the painting book and looked through the past page by page, she thought to herself: "We didn't know each other when Han Feiran picked up the painting book, and it was difficult for him to keep it all these years without damage or stain." ”

I was thinking about turning to the last page, and I saw a few unfamiliar lines, and the neat paragraph format was probably a modern style poem.

Cotton hunting

In the next life, I would like to be a kapok,

Not to amaze your splendor in the branches,

Just to silently watch and guard the pompousness of the world.

When April is gone, the buds of the flowers are still pulled.

I sit quietly in the branches,

I see you gazing back.

The way you turned for me at that moment,

Rowed in the time of never reincarnation.

When the kapok falls and the prosperity of the old city passes,

I was silently buried in the dirt you had stepped on.

No one will find this mahogee blooming for you,

Nor will anyone find out where it will go after it falls.

"Looking for cotton? Is the familiar name related to the cotton search picture of the Red Textile Gallery?" Jiang Xiaomian read the poem lightly and then quietly thought in his heart, only thinking about when he had the opportunity to ask Han Feiran, so he didn't care very much.