The two men walked to the intersection and waved goodbye.

At the junction between the setting glow and the sky, there was a faint dark air that was out of place, and the rain began to fall again.

Buyanxi doesn't like rainy days, whether it is a poetic drizzle or a torrential rain, in the final analysis, it is just because it is not easy to take a taxi.

This point is not counting the rush hour, she bought an umbrella at the convenience store and decided to take the subway home.

The pink umbrella of the cherry blossoms holds up the sky, and the rain falls at your feet, stirring up small ripples.

The passers-by around were in a hurry, Bu Yanxi walked slowly towards the subway station, and unconsciously remembered Ming Yuyan, the boy who stretched out his hands to him, and the narrow and beautiful brown eyes seemed to be filled with a gentle light at that time, not at all like the kind of bad look that once reminded her that there was something dirty on her face......

Is it a delusion?

Why does it feel like he's different from himself?

From the obvious rejection at the beginning, to the unclear meaning of the move now, what did he think?

Unconsciously, she actually began to figure out Ming Yuyan's thoughts......

The exit of the subway station has always been a good place for hawkers to set up their stalls, but perhaps because of the rain, there is only one flower stall with a canopy left, which used to be as small as hairpins and as large as clothing dolls.

Bouquets of beautiful flowers are placed on the stalls, there are blue enchantresses, peonies, and roses...... There is also a row of white stars.

Suddenly remembering the picture of the boy's fingers brushing over the starry sky that day, Bu Yanxi subconsciously stopped, stood in front of the bunch of stars, and then leaned over slightly, gently caressing the delicate bouquet of stars.

Rainy nights came unusually early.

In front of the brightly lit stall, the girl held an umbrella in one hand, her face slightly sideways, and her white and beautiful fingers slowly touched a cluster of stars.

The dreamlike halo seems to melt into those elegant and far-reaching flowers.

The boy waiting for the bus in the distance casually turned around and saw such a scene.

The carelessness between her eyebrows and eyes froze slightly, Ming Yuyan was stunned, and the ghost walked towards where she was, however, just as she was about to get closer, a passer-by who was running and talking on the phone accidentally bumped into him, "I'm sorry." ”

The strange apology voice was like a wake-up call, causing him to stop abruptly and soberly.

What's he doing?

There was a slight annoyance in his heart, and the next second, when he looked over again, he found that the girl who was still in front just now was gone.

He pursed his lips, and the chagrin in his heart turned into a complicated sense of relief.

It's probably a good thing that it's not so awkward to meet head-on.

After all, she seemed to hate the way she looked.

I don't know why, he was the first to complain, and now it is he who is melancholy, Ming Yuyan slammed a fist at the close stall with some irritation, unwilling to think about the changes behind this.

The stall with flowers shook violently a few times, and the vendor owner immediately glared angrily at the boy in front of him.

"Oops! What are you doing! ”

"I'm sorry." Sensing his mistake, Ming Yuyan apologized while setting his eyes on the bouquet of stars that the girl had touched before, he paused slightly, pointed at it and said, "I bought this bouquet of flowers." ”