A thunderclap sounded in the sky, Liang Chan's shoulders shrunk, and his thin white fingers tightened the handle of the umbrella.

Crackling raindrops hit the umbrella, splashes dripped down the slanted angle, and the uppers of the white sneakers were stained with the color of earth.

The rainy season in Yicheng has passed, and this rain is inexplicable.

Liang Chan raised her umbrella and looked at the foggy sky, her eyes gradually becoming blurred, and she couldn't help but think that if this rain had fallen on that hot afternoon, maybe she would not have become an orphan.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world.

Ye Peiyong's voice sounded above her head, and it was not clear through the rain: "Remember to say hello when you arrive at Mr. Shao's house in a while." ”

Uncle told him again and again, but Liang Chan didn't listen to it, and responded vaguely: "I know." ”

Hearing her perfunctory tone, Ye Peiyong had the intention to educate him, and then thought that this niece, who had just turned eighteen, had lost her parents three days ago, and those words were suppressed by him.

The Shao family's villa was close in front of him, and Ye Peiyong gathered his thoughts.

The nanny, who was over fifty years old, welcomed the two of them in, handed them two clean white towels, and said with a smile: "You sit down first, Mr. is in the study, and I will call him." ”

Ye Peiyong didn't sit down, his eyes were fixed on the door, and he rubbed his hands, looking a little nervous.

Liang Chan's drooping head lifted slightly, and her uncle's rickety back met her eyes. Uncle has no hunchback problem, and he will have such a form, which can only show that Mr. Shao's status is noble, he has to ask for others, and subconsciously shows a posture of "groveling".

Liang Chan pursed her lips.

She knew in her heart what her uncle was asking for.

If Mr. Shao nodded in agreement, from today onwards, she would have to live under the fence.

Both parents passed away, and the only relative was the uncle in front of him. He spent his early years working in Germany, where he married and had children, and settled there for ten years. This time, I took the time to come back for the funeral and took a week's leave, and I will leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Liang Chan's thoughts were in turmoil, and the door of the study was opened.

The first to come out was the nanny, who smiled at them and silently turned around to make tea at the coffee table. Then came a thin, long-haired man.

Liang Chan's slightly stunned eyes were not hidden.

She thought that the "Mr. Shao" in her uncle's mouth was about the same age as him, her elder, but in fact he was so young, maybe not even thirty years old.

Her dark and thick hair was a little long, and the tips of her hair were barely under the brow peak, almost covering her eyes. The loose and sheer white shirt was casually draped over the body, and the buttons at the neckline were loosened by two, revealing a small patch of pale skin. Black slacks are a comfortable and soft fabric with several layers of folds stacked on the instep. On his feet was a pair of smoky gray cloth slippers.

The whole person exudes a homely atmosphere.

Shao Linfeng held the cigarette between his long fingers, and bowed his head lightly when he approached.

Ye Peiyong's face was full of smiles, and he took the initiative to say hello: "It's been a long time, Mr. Shao's body is still tough?" ”

"Grandpa is in Beicheng, in fact, I haven't seen him for a long time, but we talked on the phone the day before yesterday, and he is in good health." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of exhaustion, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, plus because of smoking.

As he spoke, Shao Linfeng bent down to pick up the ashtray on the coffee table and extinguished the cigarette butt.

There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

"Sit." Shao Linfeng pointed to the sofa opposite.

The nanny made a pot of Biluochun and was about to pour it for them, Shao Linfeng raised his hand: "I'll come." ”

The nanny stepped back, and Ye Peiyong pulled Liang Chan to sit down on the sofa, using two points of force in his hand.

After saying it so many times on the road, Liang Chan was very clear about the hint of his uncle's action, his lips moved lightly, and he opened his mouth to greet: "Uncle Shao is good." ”

Although he looked young and handsome, listening to his greetings with his uncle, it seemed that they were equal acquaintances, and she couldn't find any other name, so she came according to her own understanding.

Shao Linfeng's eyebrows hidden under the tips of his hair twitched, and his hands did not stop, carrying the teapot and pouring some tea into the small teacup in front of her: "Hmm." ”

However, Ye Peiyong's expression was not calm, he glanced at her, and said angrily: "This kid has no eyesight, what is his uncle." ”

Shao Linfeng shook his head and smiled: "It's okay." ”

Liang Chan held the teacup and lowered his head, no longer speaking.

Before coming, my uncle didn't introduce Mr. Shao too much, but said that Mr. Shao was preparing a birthday gift for his grandfather, and he fell in love with an ancient painting, and his uncle, as a matchmaker, helped him contact a famous collector of ancient paintings. Therefore, Mr. Shao owes him a favor and has promised to come to him if he has any trouble.

Now, Liang Chan is that "trouble".

Ye Peiyong briefly explained his intention to Shao Linfeng on the phone in advance, and explained in more detail at this moment: "This child is a poor person, she lost her parents overnight, and it is inconvenient for me to take her out of the country when the college entrance examination is approaching. She is very well-behaved and sensible, and her academic performance is good, so she doesn't have to think about it. ”

These words are not unmoving. Ye Peiyong brewed countless times in his heart before he spoke, and repeatedly revised the wording, lest Shao Linfeng refuse.

He even used the honorific title "you" for someone younger than him.

Shao Linfeng took a sip of tea and was silent.

Liang Chan's fingers holding the teacup tightened, from the initial indifference to the present with a little more apprehension. She quietly raised her eyes to meet the stinging gaze of the man opposite.

His eyes are long, narrow, deep, and a beautiful amber color.

He curled the corners of his lips under her gaze, so warm and soothing.

The rain outside happened to stop, and Liang Chan saw the smoky blue sky in the distance through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, filled with a thin mist, like a fairyland.

Shao Linfeng is also so carved in the sky, gentle, moist, as if it can contain all things.

"Okay."

Shao Linfeng thought for a long time and agreed to his uncle's request, which sounded a little difficult.

Liang Chan's heart slowly fell, and she was more afraid of homelessness than sending people under the fence. Her home burned to ashes in that fire, and there was nothing left.

Ye Peiyong stood up, so grateful that he didn't know what to say, so he thanked him vigorously: "Thank you, thank you so much......"

Shao Linfeng waved his hand and didn't say anything else. He stayed up all night, and he was so sleepy that his brain couldn't turn.

*

Before parting, Ye Peiyong called Liang Chan to the uninhabited corridor and told her again to listen to Mr. Shao, and she could call him if she had any needs.

The rain stopped, it was wet everywhere, the air smelled of earth, and the grass and trees were dripping with the accumulated rainwater.

Liang Cicada responded numbly, nodding like pounding garlic.

"Little cicada." Ye Peiyong suddenly called her name, stared at her distracted face and said again, "You, don't complain about your uncle, I can't help it." Your college entrance examination is imminent, and it is not responsible for you to take you to Germany. In the future, if you finish the exam, if you really want to come, I will arrange it for you. ”

Liang Chan was not in a high mood: "I know everything." ”

"Good boy, cheer up." Ye Peiyong stroked her head, even though he knew that the words of comfort were pale, he still had to say, "You still have a long way to go, don't think so much, study well first, everything will be fine." ”

"Hmm." Liang Cicada's throat is a little blocked.

After Ye Peiyong left, Liang Chan returned to the living room alone.

Shao Linfeng leaned on the back of the sofa, his eyes were slightly closed, his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, and when he heard the sound of gentle footsteps from far and near, he opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

"What's your name?" He asked casually.

Liang Chan stood in place, and his voice was very low: "Liang Chan." ”

Shao Linfeng paused, and then asked, "Chanjuan's Chan?" This word is more common in names.

Liang Chan shook his head and corrected him: "It's a summer cicada." ”

Shao Linfeng squinted his eyes and smiled lazily, and his amber eyes were also soaked with laughter. He repeated her words: "The cicada of summer." ”

"Well, I remember." He added.