After Yu Weiming came out of the study, his face was full of joy and quietly disappeared when he saw the two still figures downstairs.

He clenched the phone in his hand, and the joy he had just wanted to share was also silent.

The wavering in my heart gradually turned into a silent firmness.

……

The rain was so heavy that even though Yu Yi was holding the umbrella, the wind still swept through the torrential rain and wet his trouser legs, and the raindrops that fell soaked his shoulders.

Yu Yi is not as cold and white as Lu Yiman, but when the lightning and thunder roar, you can still glimpse a trace of paleness on his face, which makes his tall figure have a kind of gloomy mountain rain that is about to come.

"Mr. Yu."

His ears moved, and the umbrella was slightly raised, looking at the handsome man opposite.

The other party was smiling at him, silver-rimmed glasses were tucked at the neckline, and the sparkling peach blossom eyes were deep and affectionate.

He never laughs, and Yu Yanming hasn't smiled at him for a long time, so he doesn't understand why someone can always put a smile on their face, as if they won't get angry at any time, and they will not be in danger in the face of any situation.

It's very stable.

A huge wind blew, and the cold hand that had been beaten by the water loosened, and the umbrella fell to the ground, and it rolled farther and farther on the ground, and disappeared in the shadows in a few moments.

The rain hit his body and face at once, and the late autumn day was cold and cold.

A wide trench coat was draped over his wet shoulders, bringing a sense of safety and heaviness, and the pitch-black umbrella propped up above his head, and he couldn't help but raise his head with the cold white hand, and then his gaze fell on the face of the person who was close at hand.

"Mr. Yu, it's raining too much today."

It's a very soft sound.

Yes, the rain was too heavy, and it had never rained so much in Kyochu.

The cold fragrance of the grass and trees like rain penetrated the tip of his nose, and the gauze on his head didn't know if it had seeped some rain into it, he was a little painful, and his head was still a little dizzy.

But he doesn't say it hurts when he's hurting.

"Lu Yiman." The hoarse voice spilled out of his throat with some difficulty.

"Huh? What's wrong, Mr. Yu. ”

Lu Yiman looked down at his cold and gloomy face, and the small pigtails on his shoulders hung down, attracting the other party's attention.

"Lu Yiman."

"Huh?"

Yu Yi's voice was too soft, and he kept his head down, so he had to bend down to look at his eyes, but suddenly, he lowered his eyes, and watched his braid being grabbed by the other party.

And Yu Yi still has that cold and solemn appearance, and even a little serious at a glance, but his eyes are staring directly at his braids.

He raised his hand and touched Yu Yi's forehead, a little hot.

Very good, it seems that the brain is not very clear.

As soon as the umbrella in his hand was raised, the cold rain slid into Yu Yi's neck, and when he saw the other party raise his head, his whole face trembled expressionlessly, and he smiled lightly, "I'm sorry." ”

He reached out and pulled the trench coat off the other's shoulders to block out the rain that was blowing in outside.

It's just that this drop of rain seems to have made Yu Yi sober up for a moment, but he is not so sober.

Because the other party grabbed his braid and pulled it, and said with a handsome face, "Mingming." ”

Lu Yi raised his eyebrows, and his upward-curved peach blossom eyes pressed down.

Although he was still smiling, those who knew him knew that he was not in such a good mood.

"Yan Ming is upstairs, are you going to see him?"

Yu Yi nodded, raising his feet to move forward, but as soon as he took a step, he retreated again, with obvious loss and pain on his face.

"Nope."

"It's gone."

He shook his head, fingers gripping his braid tightly.

Yu Qi knew that Yu Qiming was afraid of him, and he always remembered the look in the living room that day.

So for so many days, even when he came, he was just standing downstairs.

"Really no?"

He slowly pulled his braids out of the other's hands.

Yu Yi's eyes followed his movements, his palms were empty, and his fingers couldn't help but shake out of thin air.

"This is your last chance, Mr. Yu."

He lowered his head, his fingers brushing the drops of water from the other's shoulders, and the whisper he drew closer seemed to whisper in his ear.

Yu Yi looked at him fiercely, his eyebrows tightened.

He knew that the other party was provoking him, Yu Yi was not a fool!

The heat on his head continued to rise, and looking at the corners of the other party's raised mouth, he pursed his lips and smiled coldly.

Then Lu Yiman stumbled a little stunned, the braid on the side of his shoulder was pulled hard, and the whole person was bent down.

"I'll see you if I want."

Yu Yi paused word by word, looked at him heavily, and his narrow eyes were cold and arrogant.

"Hmph." After speaking, he pursed his lips, looked at the upstairs fixedly, lowered his eyes again, and stepped into the rain.

Looking at the back of the other party stepping on the rain and leaving in the dark night, the windbreaker that belonged to him was wet and falling raindrops in the rain, Lu Yiman still maintained the posture of being pulled down, and it took a long time before he gradually straightened his waist.

"If you're cool in the rain, you'll get sick, Mr. Yu."

A chuckle swept into the wind.

Back in the apartment, he looked at the empty living room, then at the teacups that had been placed on the round table, and turned his head sideways, the door to the study was closed.

He withdrew his gaze, unbuttoned his collar with one hand, and walked to the bathroom.

And Yu Yanming, who was lying on the tatami mat, leaned sideways, listening to the movement outside, and pursed his lips with a complicated expression.

……

Lu Yiman turned off the project on his computer, and recently he wanted to build his brand into a physical studio.

He used to be comfortable and enjoy his job as a web designer, but that's because under limited conditions, he can only choose the most comfortable way to work.

But now, he can't make a change.

Putting down his glasses, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, and his fingertips touched the cigarette on the table, but through the crack in the door, he saw Yu Yanming wandering and hesitating in the living room.

"Mingming, didn't you sleep well at night?"

He pushed open the door, and he was thin and tall in beige loungewear, his half-length hair tied back at the back of his head, and the light fabric of his clothes made it clear that he was not as thin as he seemed, but rather tall, with broad shoulders and long legs.

Yu Weiming was stunned for a moment, shook his head and replied, "No." ”

"You don't seem to be in good spirits, are you not used to living?"

He gently poured him a cup of hot water, and the peach blossom eyes without lenses also looked at him with concern.

This invisibly gave Yu Weiming a hint of encouragement, and the decision he had made in his heart was suppressed in his heart because he had no opinions and was afraid of change.

At this time, looking at Lu Yiman, who was looking at him attentively and gently, the anxiety and uneasiness that had been going on for many days finally found an outlet.

He knew he couldn't stand still forever.

Obviously, his grades in school are very good, he works so hard and hard to move towards his goal, but he has been wandering and confused with the tide, trapped in a tough and unreasonable relationship to escape, and vainly trying to seek sustenance here in Lu Yiman.

That's not good.

After taking a deep breath, he clutched his trouser leg tightly, and said nervously but firmly, "Brother Yiman, I have decided to leave." ”

His heart was inevitably beating at a rapid pace, and he was a cowardly person, so making a decision often required a hundred times more determination than ordinary people.

At the same time, he is also prone to vacillation, and needs the recognition and affirmation of others.

Looking at his pupils that vibrated because of nervousness, Lu Yiman was always gentle.

He smiled, his eyes fluttering, and asked softly, "Yes, have you decided where you want to go, and if there is a place where you need my help, you can tell me." ”

Yu Weiming's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

He is a single-parent family, and his mother is ordinary and ordinary, but she is strong and independent and raised him.

Before he met Yu Yi, he had no idea what the so-called upper class in the world was like.

Later, when he saw it, he felt even smaller under that sense of oppression, and he was completely unable to bear the weight of it.

At this moment, Lu Yiman's gentleness has become a barrier to his sense of security, and his confused and empty back has a solid barrier, making his undulating heart more stable.

After speaking, it is not so difficult to say the rest of the words again.

"Professor Yang contacted me yesterday and heard that I have not found a job yet, and he is willing to recommend me to study abroad, and if I am interested, I can continue to study and work with him in the future."

Professor Yang has an art museum under his name, and he is also a well-known painter, and he can be a professor in the art department of Jingzhong University, both in terms of qualifications and net worth are very impressive.

Of course, people of this status don't have that much time to do charity to all the students, so only a few top-notch people will be seen by the other party.

Yu Weiming's grades are indeed excellent and he works hard enough, but other than that, the others are too ordinary.

He doesn't have a good net worth to make him stand in the center of the crowd, and the so-called professionalism, after comparison, is only to the point where people can nod their heads but not enough to treat each other differently.

Sometimes in order to get an opportunity, both external and internal conditions need to be noticeable.

Yu Weiming also felt shocked and panicked, he knew that he and Professor Yang did not have much intersection, and he also understood his ordinariness, so when he got this opportunity, he also deeply did not want to miss it.

If it weren't for this time, he didn't know if he would have a better chance in the future, and in the art industry, if Qing Gao just wanted to find a way out with his own efforts, he had to be confident enough in his talent.

In this regard, Yu Qingming is very sober.

"Professor Yang said that he was very impressed with me, and he still has my graduation paintings, so it was a pity to hear that I haven't worked since I graduated."

When he said this, Yu Yanming's eyes were very bright, and they flashed with the joy and confidence of being affirmed.

"Originally, I wanted to recommend another student to go over, but that student changed his mind temporarily, and Professor Yang was very disappointed, so he thought of me, thinking that I had just graduated and had time to take advantage of this opportunity to try, and asked me if I would like to recognize him as a teacher."

Yu Yanming said this, but the light in his eyes was even brighter, maybe he didn't realize that when he said that he was going to try, his eyes were completely determined to work harder.