It may be that City A and the rain have formed a fate, the rain in June has been pouring for more than half a month, and I am still reluctant to leave, and the footsteps of the rain are ringing in every inch of City A.

Eighteen-year-old Yan Cijing had just finished the college entrance examination, but he got the news of his parents' death.

She held an ink-colored umbrella, the umbrella did not fight for herself, but supported the two tombstones, the rain rolled down her black trench coat, the rain wet her hair, a few strands of hair mixed with the rain on her forehead, her delicate eyebrows and eyes dazzled in the mercilessness of the rain, and a pair of black leather shoes on her feet were all muddy.

She stood in front of the two tombstones, there were no waves in her eyes, as if nothing had happened, the rain ran down her face, so that people could not tell whether she had shed tears, the tombstone was a photo of her parents, and the name was the name of herself and her brother Yan Cishu.

Behind him, a black Lamborghini drove up, someone got out of the passenger seat, opened the umbrella, and hurriedly ran to the back door, and a boy in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car, he ignored the person holding the umbrella for him, and went straight to the direction of the car to Yan Cijing.

When he stood next to Yan Cijing, he was about to give the umbrella to Yan Cijing, only to hear Yan Cijing say coldly: "Mom and Dad gave us the best arrangement, but they didn't wait for their best arrangement." ”

Her voice was as cold as the rain falling in City A.

The boy looked at the two tombstones, some tears in his eyes swirled slightly, and his thick eyelashes flickered to hide his emotions, and then, the tears were withdrawn, and he directly tilted the umbrella towards Yan Cijing, wetting most of his shoulders, and his voice trembled slightly, "Parents are here, and there is still a place in life; When your parents go, there is only one way back in life. ”

She lightly placed the umbrella in her hand between the two tombstones, exactly half of each side, and her jade hands had long been white.

At the same time as Yan Cijing's series of movements, the umbrella that Yan Cishu was holding kept moving with her movements.

"Brother, let's go home." Yan Cijing turned his head and raised his eyes to look at him, there were still drops of crystal on his eyelashes, and in the faint light of the rain, Yan Cishu could only see her blank and cold eyes and half of her cheeks.

"Okay."

Yan Cishu hugged her back, the umbrella was completely covered on top of Yan Cijing's head, and the two of them went in the direction of the car. The two of them were all loved by mud and rain in their dark and shiny leather shoes, and when they stepped up, their heels brought up the muddy water on the ground, and mud spots fell behind their clothes, like cherry blossoms flying in anime.

got into the car, Yan Cijing and Yan Cishu didn't speak, Yan Cijing leaned against the car door, his eyes were bored and looked at the rain hitting the car window, as if his soul was lost, Yan Cishu swept her loveless appearance with his afterglow.

The driver quietly raised his eyes to see the two people in the rearview mirror, and felt that the air in the car was as merciless as the cold rain outside, he raised his hand,

"Uncle Zhang, turn on the warm air."

Maybe Yan Cishu, like him, noticed the coldness and dead silence in the car, so he had the idea of breaking the dead silence at this moment.

As the temperature in the car rose, Yan Cijing's heart felt a little warmer, and the rain on his body when he got into the car at first became no longer so cold and miserable, but there was a feeling of being one with the body temperature.

Her eyes as she looked out the window became misty and hollow, her mind was empty, and her breathing became slow and even. The rain outside the window was really heavy, and it slapped the car window, leaving one by one their footprints, and something must have been provoked.

"Ah Jing, Ah Jing ......"

She fell into Yan Cishu's arms, looking at Yan Cishu's anxious expression in a trance of consciousness, she felt so powerless, so powerless that she couldn't do anything. can only watch everything happen like this, and be a passive person in life.

When she woke up again, she was lying on her own warm bed at home, she had always felt that the bed was the warmest place, and at this moment, looking at the drip stand specially arranged in front of the bed and the needles in her blood vessels, she felt chills when she connected to the recent great changes in her home.

My heart became cold, and my body flowed with cold blood.

When Yan Cishu came in with hot porridge, when he saw Yan Cijing staring blankly at the drips hanging above his head, he let out a sigh of relief and walked in.

He is well aware of Yan Cijing's character.

"When you wake up, get up and drink porridge." Yan Cishu sat down on the chair next to her bed, the porridge bowl in his hand, and looked at her intently.

She didn't refuse, took it from Yan Cishu's hand without hesitation, gently stirred it in the porridge bowl with a spoon, and watched the heat of the porridge steaming in front of her, "Have the college entrance examination results come down?" ”

"Well, the grades are not bad, where are you going to apply to?" Yan Cishu rolled down his cuffs and looked at her for a long time.

"I'll think about it again."

Yan Cijing's hand paused, the spoon and the bowl collided gently, and her eyes flashed with confusion, she didn't have any plan for this matter, she completely planned to follow her parents' arrangement, and now that things have changed, she can't decide which city to go to too hastily.

Seeing her like this, Yan Cishu withdrew his gaze from looking at her, obviously not deliberately facing her, but the words were serious but seemed to be staring at her and said, "It doesn't matter what kind of road you take, the important thing is whether you agree with your heart, how you want to go, and whether you can go to the end." The road is paved in front of you, and your heart is fluttering on the road. ”

"I know."

Yan Cijing took a spoon and stirred it in the bowl, not in the mood at all, while the rice grains and soup walked back and forth in the bowl.

Yan Cishu's mobile phone rang, he stared at Yan Cijing's godless actions, took it out of the pocket of his suit and took a look, got up and pulled the corner of his clothes, raised his mobile phone, did not forget to point at her, and said with a texture, "There are still things to deal with in the company, you finish eating the porridge, and quickly consider volunteering." ”

"Hmm."

Yan Cijing's response was so indifferent that there was not even a single word that made Yan Cishu feel like he had punched cotton.

No amount of instruction is just like a passing scene.