He used the folding handle of the umbrella in his hand to speed up the pace of upward movement, almost with his hands and feet, and after a moment's pause in the music, he breathed a sigh of relief......

A huge metal door lay in front of Chenchen's eyes, and he rushed forward, pulling hard with some rough movements, but the door did not move.

Looking at the big "Push" written on the door, Chenchen secretly laughed at his stupidity.

Through the door, it felt as if the music was close at hand, and the melody was getting faster than his heartbeat.

Chenchen didn't have the right head in his hand, and the force was too strong, and the gate smashed on the cement wall outside with a "clang" under the combined action of thrust, inertia and wind.

The cold raindrops slapped on Chenchen's body and face, and he hurriedly untied the buckle that was bound outside the layers of umbrellas, and pressed the button at the bottom of the leather umbrella handle.

He held his umbrella above his head to block out the cold rain outside.

There is no moon and no stars in the sky, with the light in the corridor, Chenchen looks around, and the figures at the end of the empty rooftop are almost blended into a thick black night, and it is not real.

The sixth sense told him that the person standing there could not be Yuyou, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he felt a little lost in his heart.

The sound of noisy music aroused an indescribable sense of heroism in his chest, and he propped up the large umbrella in his hand and rushed into the rain.

The rain flew obliquely in the wind, the wind on the rooftop was magnified geometrically, and an umbrella was not stable in the hand at all, and it became a useless ornament in an instant.

He tried his best to keep the umbrella from flying, but the wind straightened his arms, making his running posture look ridiculous.

Later, he had to reach out his other hand to grab the handle of the umbrella and fight with all his strength against the wind that dragged him backwards with the umbrella, and two words appeared in his mind self-deprecatingly-against the sky.

In an instant, Chenchen's indigo coat was already covered with deep and shallow raindrops.

He wiped a handful of rain from his face with the back of his hand, and suddenly realized that the melody in his ears was not unfamiliar, it was a variation on the theme of Schubert's "Withered Flowers", which he did not remember had played at the "Music Friday" party.

At this moment, this piece sounds hazy and dull, as if it is whimpering, and there is a sense of disillusionment that things are not people.

The sound of the music was like a needle with a large dose of hallucinogens, piercing Chenchen's heart, forcibly pulling him into a bizarre dream, in a fragment of light and shadow that was even stranger than the secret passage of the gymnasium, it was full of confusion and endless despair.

He held his umbrella and walked against the wind in the rain, and as he got closer and closer to the man, he finally saw the man's figure clearly.

Like a simple outline drawn with a carbon-colored brush, the back is so slender that it is almost like a greedy child, thin and unreal, but with a vividness and delicacy that cannot be described in words.

The dress was a deep purple, more intense than the purple grapes known as the "midnight elves" in the vineyards of Edom, and almost blended in with the night.

The jet-black hair, soaked in rainwater, was like a slippery satin, scattered over her thin shoulders, and hung down to her waist along the flower-like long skirt.

On the side of the neck is a slender arm bent into a beautiful arc, one white hand holds a silver flute behind the wrist, and the other hand is hidden behind the show. Under the rain, the arms and fingers also reflected the luster of flute-like sterling silver.

This back is indescribably complicated in Chenchen's eyes, it is the helplessness of the tree wanting to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and it is a youth shrouded in sadness.

Suddenly, the star-like hairpin looming between the thick black hair like a waterfall attracted Chenchen's attention, and the large diamond on the hairpin emitted a bleak cold light in the rainy night.

Chenchen rubbed his eyes, making sure that the hairpin was a star and not the moon, and in an instant, he suddenly realized that the girl in front of him was Bai Xinrui.

She's sick!

Even a humble gentleman like Chenchen couldn't help but slander this girl standing in the heavy rain in his heart very ungentlemanly.

However, when Chenchen saw where she was standing, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

She was standing on the raised edge of the terrace, with a glass cliff that looked like an abyss.

The wind ruffled the wet hem of her skirt, revealing the frail nature of her tunic, and Chenchen wished all she saw was a statue poured on top of the terrace.

The sad tune of the flute tormented Chenchen to the point of breathlessness, and he had no time to pay attention to the rain in his trousers and shoes and socks, and walked around Bai Xinrui's side with difficulty, holding his breath and not daring to make a sound.

Bai Xinrui, who was fluttering in her skirt in the wind and rain, looked at the dark black mountain shadow in the distance with empty eyes, and held a silver flute in her hand, with an indescribable poignant beauty.

When her afterglow swept to Chenchen, her eyes glowed with a light, and Chenchen suddenly felt that the end of that light was the magnificent sunset of Manhattan and the bright sea of lights on the Brooklyn Bridge.

In an instant, the sky was pouring rain, and the faint sound of the flute once again carried the dark brown sadness of cocoa syrup, and then flowed into the night even more intensely......

Could it be that this girl playing the flute in the abyss is crying silently? Under the rain wash, the flying tears were invisible, but they washed away all the makeup on her face, revealing an unusually pale and haggard color......

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

"Clank!" The flute hits the ground.

"You're back!"

Before the crying cry fell, a soft, wet body suddenly fell into Chenchen's arms, separated by a layer of silk as thin as a cicada's wings, and the cold touch was clinging to it, like a snake.

Chenchen froze in place, not knowing what to do. He felt Bai Xinrui's whole body weak, and trembled in his arms, like flowers floating in the rain. He didn't know if it was because of the cold or crying, but his fragile and susceptible heart was aching unconsciously.

In the next second, the girl in her arms closed her eyes slightly, tapped her toes, and her two arms were softly entwined, and her wet lips were softly imprinted on his lips......

Chenchen felt that the world was spinning, he had never been in close contact with any girl, let alone kissed, even so, he could feel that this kiss contained infinite love, pure and beautiful, like a holy white lotus from the bottom of his heart.

has been a classmate in school A for nearly a year, and his relationship with Bai Xinrui is not far away, and reason tells him that there must be something wrong in some link. However, when the girl's fragrant breath mixed with the faint smell of liquor instantly filled his lips and teeth, his mind stopped turning, and his blood seemed to be infused with alcohol, his mind was suddenly confused, his consciousness was suspended in the air, and the umbrella in his hand fluttered out......

The torrential rain swept down the face, and the stirring melody of the flute still seemed to linger in my ears, getting brighter and brighter......

Chenchen felt imprisoned by the Siren's magic, allowing Bai Xinrui's thin fingertips to roam his hair, neck, back, and cheeks, but he was too nervous to react, he felt his hands dexterously sliding between the holes of the flute, and his body shook and almost collapsed on the ground.

The pouring rain from the sky, the entangled gentleness, made Chenchen have a strong sense of guilt, he looked down, and inadvertently saw tears gurgling down from the girl's slightly closed eyes, and the girl in his arms had already choked unevenly.

He tried to push her away, but she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him.

The harder she tried to break free, the more her lip flap latched like an octopus's sucker.

Suddenly, there was a pinprick pain in his lips, and then, Chenchen smelled the sweet smell of awakening, and a sticky liquid flowed into his mouth......

Finally vigorously pushed her restraints, Chenchen took a few steps back, and looked at it, Bai Xinrui was sitting in the water with confused eyes, her back was against the edge of the terrace, and the cement platform behind her that was less than twenty centimeters could not be called a barrier at all.

The sorrow and doubts in Chenchen's heart immediately disappeared, and were replaced by strong self-blame and fear.

Bai Xinrui was completely unaware of her own danger, her eyes were out of focus as if she was looking for something, and murmured with a crying voice: "You can feel that I am thinking about you...... Right...... It's me who is bad...... Too willful, I shouldn't ...... You're not mad at me......"

The sound of the rain drowned out her voice little by little.

Chenchen listened to her inexplicable dreams, and stood in place and didn't dare to move.

He looked up at the overwhelming rain and felt that they were deep in an island far away from the world, not in the sea, but in the air.

Bai Xinrui's overwhelming crying was covered by the sound of rain, just like a scene in a silent movie, but great sadness surged towards Chenchen, drowning him in an instant.

Half of the girl's body was soaked in water, and the purple silk dress was completely drenched by the rain, dark as thick plasma, and clung to her body in embarrassment, outlining her slender waist and slender legs, like a mermaid stranded on a reef.

Her hair, face, nose, and eyelashes were all dripping down her hair, her face, her jaw, and her chin before flowing like a stream down her slender neck and into the deep neckline.

Half of the snow-colored fragrant shoulders are exposed from the neckline, and the white crisp breasts that have not yet fully developed loom with the ups and downs of breathing......

Chenchen took a deep breath, tried to stabilize his mind, squatted down and held Bai Xinrui's trembling shoulders with both hands, but his eyes didn't dare to look at her directly.

He shouted at her loudly: "Bai Xinrui, look at me, I'm Jiang Ruichen, don't make trouble, I'll send you back!" ”

Bai Xinrui woke up like a dream, froze for a moment, and suddenly stopped whimpering.

The originally sloppy eyes focused instantly, the expression on her face turned from sadness to anger, and she looked at Chenchen who was kneeling on one knee in disgust.