Even if it doesn't rain, the fog in the early morning is hard to dissipate. After March, the wet weather will change slightly, and the rainy season will soon begin. The weather in the south is clingy, somewhat similar to that of a woman in love.

The people in the village, most of whom are elderly, often scold this for being a ghost weather, and by the way, playing boring times. Many people have lived here for generations, and after working hard for most of their lives, they cannot leave the village, and sending their children out has become their hope. It's better for them to think that they are trapped here than for generations.

Some of the people who went out went to college in the city and stayed there after graduation, and some stayed there without the opportunity to go to college. They walk in the crowd at the same time, without any difference.

Baiyun has helped some children from disadvantaged families in the village, most of them from junior high school to university. However, none of them knew who was really behind the scenes, and the nominal couple used up their life savings.

The couple has also kept this secret for Bai Yun. They knew that Bai Yun had worked in a bank, but now she didn't even have a job, how did she make so much money, could it be that she did something unseemly? If they really imagined Bai Yun as a bad woman, they couldn't be blamed either. This man, who often locked himself in the house, did not steal or rob.

Every month, Bai Yun would send tens of thousands of yuan to their accounts as if he was supporting his elders. The couple then passed the money to the children in the village through an intermediary.

Once the TV station came to interview, the couple did not confess to Bai Yun, and Bai Yun was very grateful to them in his heart. This relationship did not make them acquainted. Several times, the couple wanted to talk to Bai Yun as if they cared about their daughter. Bai Yun subconsciously avoided and fled the scene as if he were rejecting a party. The old couple is an understanding person, who has experienced most of their lives, and has already looked down on everything. Although Baiyun's behavior was a little impolite, he was forgiven.

Later, their communication changed to the exchange of small objects on the doorknob. This kind of seemingly indifferent is actually an expression of the dependence and trust behind the indifference.

How have I never seen her love interest, how have I never seen her family, how have I never heard her singing, how have I never seen her excited and happy, how have I never seen her open the door to let the wind outside. This young man is a little strange, but he has a good heart. She gradually became the object of conversation between the old couple at the door.

Baiyun deliberately avoided them so that they would not be harmed, and she was afraid that they would suddenly disappear like her friend Yu Zhen. On the other hand, she didn't want the secret of her immortality to be discovered by them.

Coming back from the airport that day, I didn't go through the supermarket, and the food at home needed to be replenished early. Bai Yun was going to go out in the afternoon to see the boy in the garden.

Ordinary people's time is passed according to the clock, Bai Yun never looks at the clock, for hundreds of years, her judgment of time is through the perception of the body. She also has a very powerful skill, that is, the ability to distinguish between potential scumbags and real hammer scumbags. A potential scumbag is a potential scumbag, and when the time comes, it will be a real hammer.

Scumbags also exist in the bee world. For example, the male bee, who has not found a lost partner, is already with a new bee. The new bee is not as pretentious as the bee and likes to come the day before the plum blossoms. It just quietly followed the male bee, held an umbrella for it when it rained, collected pollen, and offered to donate six legs to store pollen.

When Bai Yun was alone, he was about the size of the little boy. He has a garden, and she has a garden. Observe a bee and have fun, both Baiyun and the little boy have done it. They try to talk to the bees to pass the loneliness.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Huang."

"Huang is a surname, what about your name?"

"My name is Huang."

"Okay. Yellow. ”

"And what's your name?"

"My name is Bai Yun."

The boy looked up at the sky, which happened to be cloudless.

"Aren't you going to school?"

"Yes, but I can also study at home."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then added, "No school wants to take me in." ”

"It's okay, as long as you have the heart, where is studying not reading?"

"You're the first person to say that, and you've spoken to me the most this whole month."

"Ah, then I'm so honored. It was a really enjoyable afternoon. ”

"Will we ever see each other again?"

"Goodbye is to see or not to see? Haha, we'll see you again. ”

They chatted like this across the fence, without age barriers, from spring to winter.

When he went out, Bai Yun prepared a few books for the boy as usual, some of which were found at a bookstore in Yangcheng, and some of which were bought in a book store near Lingxi Lake. She bought two copies of each of these books, half of which she had clearly brought to him.

She loved to see the happy smile he had when he received the book, the purest smile in the world. Through the fence, they sometimes read books together.

"Would you like to come in and sit for a while, my parents are not at home."

"No need. I think that's good. Quietness is the best state of reading, whether standing or sitting. ”

Leaving the village, Bai Yun first came to the outside of the fence of the boy's house. The boy's parents deliberately avoided her, as if only then could their children tell their hearts and minds.