Supporting a thousand-year-old inheritance, elegant and natural oil-paper umbrella, Luo Yi walked in the wet alley, his eyes were confused, poignant, melancholy and sad, just like a small flower bone fluttering in the breeze and drizzle, silently bearing the washing and baptism of the rain.

Her sorrow comes from Grandma Yun, who has been ill for a long time, and also from her melancholy with a little longing...

In the sky, the misty drizzle gradually turned into dense raindrops, which gently tapped the cotton paper coated with natural waterproof tung oil, making a rustling sound, and then followed the slightly inclined downward umbrella frame, from the edge of the simple and elegant umbrella bone, ticking into a string of clear bead curtains, and once again blended into the wet ground.

The dream-like hazy picture made her look like she came out of the painting, and it made him even more uncontrollable.

I don't know when he stood in the dense rain, Mu Danchen looked at her who was getting closer and closer to him motionlessly, his throat rolled up and down, but he couldn't make a little sound.

He was afraid, afraid that he would alarm the lilac girl in the long rainy alley, and he was also afraid that he would disturb this aesthetic conception with sadness.

In his world, only this wet rain alley remains, leaving him and her.

"Jingle bell", a string of crisp bells, broke the world that seemed to be slowing down even the raindrops at this moment, Luo Yi blinked his distracted eyes, raised his eyes slightly, and saw a familiar figure not far away, a familiar figure standing quietly in the rain.

The light in the eyes of the two penetrated the raindrops that kept falling and blocked them from looking at each other, and in their eyes, there was only him (her).

The two looked closer and closer, and finally got closer and closer, Luo Yi raised the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and held up a small piece of sky that belonged to them on his head.

"Why are you here?"

Her voice was calm and gentle, as if she was not surprised by his sudden appearance.

"I miss you."

Yes, I miss you, I don't know how many autumns have passed in a day.

Mu Danchen smiled at her, and naturally blurted out the thoughts in his heart.

Looking at him, Luo Yi looked into his sincere and deep eyes and saw his petite figure.

Curling the corners of her lips at him, she smiled slightly:

"Come with me."

She turned around and didn't say where to go, and Mu Danchen didn't ask where to go, they just walked side by side, turning to the small market not far from the alley.

Walking up the steps of the small market, they walked along the rows of vegetable stalls, stopping from time to time when they saw fresh and suitable ingredients. Picking up the fresh vegetables, Luo Yi carefully checked the purchases, while Mu Danchen stood beside her and took over the ingredients that had been purchased for her.

After stopping and turning half a small market like this, Mu Danchen was already carrying a shopping bag with a lot of weight in his hand.

The two walked out of the small market that was not very busy, Mu Danchen opened the simple and elegant oil-paper umbrella, and with a full shopping bag in the other hand, he followed Luo Yi's footsteps to the depths of the alley.

There were no words, no greetings, no conversations, and they walked harmoniously through the dense rain curtain, forming a small world without any hustle and bustle.

For some reason, she was not surprised to see him in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella.

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