Tianyu kept hitting the umbrella, but it couldn't penetrate a bit.

It seems that he is unwilling, the heavier the rain, the stronger the wind, but the figure under the black umbrella walks unusually steadily.

Xu Changan looked at the courtyard door next door through the rain curtain connected by a line of water, and wanted to reach out and buckle it gently, but found that his hands could no longer be raised, and every time he moved, he was more painful.

Seeing this, Yang Hejiu raised the only index finger of his right hand and knocked lightly on the door.

Yu Ming ran quickly to open the door with a small umbrella, and cried when he saw the pale Xu Changan.

Xu Changan laughed miserably and said, "Stinky boy, your grandfather is not dead yet." ”

Yu Ming grinned, wanted to scold back, but the words came to his mouth but he couldn't jump out, wiped his tears, looked at Xu Changan and snorted and said: "My mother said, let you lie down in the house, take care of your body, and provide for me in the future." ”

Xu Changan stretched out a palm to push Yu Ming as before, but the accompanying pain made him unable to do it anymore.

Yu Ming hurriedly stood on tiptoe and lightly touched Xu Changan's outstretched hand, and then pretended to hold his chest and step on the stagnant water on the ground and took two steps back.

The two teenagers grinned at the same time.

"Come back early. Yu Ming looked at the backs of the two leaving, stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted loudly.

The two walked in the streets and alleys where no one was around, the rain flowed under their feet, and the two went against the trend, and their figures were distressing.

Stopping in front of the door of a small three-story building, Xu Changan raised his head vigorously and looked at the reinforced clothes pole upstairs, then looked back at the closed door in front of him, and said softly: "Can you knock on the door again for me?"

Yang Hejiu nodded, still the same index finger, knocking gently.

Then I heard a hurried sound of going downstairs, and a beautiful little lady opened the door, looked at Xu Chang'an lying on Yang Hejiu's back, frowned and asked, "Chang'an?"

Seeing this little lady, Xu Changan rarely blushed once, but his voice stammered a little and said, "It's okay, I'll come... I want to thank my sister-in-law. Then go for a casual walk. ”

The little lady feigned anger and said, "Don't thank you." It's just that it's better to stay at home with such a heavy rain, be careful of catching a cold. ”

Xu Changan smiled and nodded, and asked, "Isn't the third big brother at home?"

"That dead ghost, he went out in the morning, and he didn't know where he was going to be in the rain so much. Looking at Xu Chang'an, he said, "Chang'an, be obedient, go home first, and when the dead ghost comes back, I'll let him go to you." ”

The boy shook his head, "I still want to go for a walk, I don't want to lie in bed." ”

The little lady looked at the young man's determined eyes, and sighed helplessly, he had rarely seen this young man be so persistent, and he didn't persuade anything more, "Then go for a walk, remember to come back earlier." ”

Xu Changan nodded, and the two walked along the huge willow tree at the entrance of the alley to the door of a house with the courtyard door wide open.

A bamboo basket at the gate of the courtyard fell to the ground, and the rain hit the bamboo basket, constantly splashing around, and some slightly more hateful rain penetrated the cracks of the bamboo basket and washed the calligraphy inside.

The paper was softened by the flowing water on the ground, and it swayed gently with the fluctuations of the current, as if smiling and greeting to him in place of the elegant and gentle young man.

The words written on it are still clearly visible, like the tall willow tree at the mouth of the alley, refusing to bow its head.

There was a withered willow branch next to the bamboo basket, lying quietly in the rain like a dying man, no matter how the wind and rain blow, it had nothing to do with him.

Xu Changan looked at the willow branch and asked softly, "I want to go to your house and look at the two words on the wall, is it okay?"

The willow branch, which had not moved since it was put in the yard by Liu Chunsheng, seemed to have been finally moved by the rain in the sky, and rolled lightly as if it had stretched its waist.

The boy smiled.

The smell of pickled fish hanging in the courtyard has been washed away by the rain, and the skin of some fish has even been beaten and festered, and the young man couldn't stop feeling distressed for a long time when he saw this.

"I don't think I have much time to do this kind of thing again, but these fish should be very important to Brother Liu. The boy looked at the wind-blown back room and muttered softly.

On the wooden table in the back room lay an oil lamp with only a thin layer of oil, so small that even the most voracious rat would bother to steal a bite.

Yang Hejiu nodded, holding a black umbrella in his left hand, and used the only index finger of his right hand to remove the pickled fish in the yard that had been washed away by the rain one by one, and put them in the bamboo basket and hung them high in the house.

The boy looked carefully at the words on the east wall, feeling the mountain in his body slowly falling.

See life, and then look back at death.

The boy couldn't help but choke slightly.

The two walked out of the room, and Yang Hejiu gently closed the door.

Xu Changan smiled and said, "It's still so good-looking." ”

Closing the courtyard door, the two came to the alley, and the autumn wind was blowing.

The withered willow branch in the yard rolled gently, and the tall and depressed willow tree beside him rustled, as if to say to the boy, 'Come back early'.

The lively street connecting the west and east cities on weekdays is no longer visible, only the rain splashes on the ground.

The rainwater accumulates more and more, flooding into the waterways that line the streets. And those sewers that are not dug deeply, but like a whale swallowing the sea, the insatiable greed devours those autumn waters, and it has become the only scenery that can be seen in the city now.

In the shops on both sides of the street, some vendors are not afraid of the autumn rain outside the house through the wide eaves, sitting in the house to make a pot of coarse tea, sitting around the not strong fire, rubbing their hands and quietly enjoying the rain outside.

The rain hitting the eaves overhead, making their own sound, is a unique enjoyment for many people.

It seems to be peaceful, it seems to be quiet.

Suddenly, a black streak began to squeeze into this seemingly calm but unusually crazy picture, and the scenery was irretrievably destroyed.

Like an extra cloud of ink in the water. The ink began to spread until everyone's eyes were reduced to the same black shadow, and they could no longer sit still to watch the rain.

The autumn water from the sky turned to frantically hit the cloth of the black umbrella, and a thud changed the silence.

It seems to cry, it seems to be narrating.

The ears of those people began to have only these whispers that sounded like weeping.

The black shadow gradually enlarged, and people realized that the figure was two people.

The shadow walked in the middle, and began to grow in the raindrops, wading away the water that had accumulated under his feet, not caring if the cold had poured into the shoes under his feet.

Time seems to stand still at this moment, the tea sitting on the stove has already boiled and bubbling, the poor tea leaves are sadly floating and tumbling in the mud pot, and the slightly thin lid of the pot is almost unable to suppress the hot gas, constantly being washed up and falling by the blisters and those mixed gases.

The hot water splashed on the fire, making a sizzling sound, and the faint fire spat out the tongue of fire in dissatisfaction, vowing to evaporate all the hot water that dared to press on his head, and even more so to burn through the hat-like thing before he would stop.

It wasn't until a drop of hot tea splashed on his hand hanging in the air that the vendor suddenly came to his senses and took down the teapot, added a few new firewood to the stove, and held a large tea bowl in both hands, but he couldn't bear to look out the door.

The movement of holding the bowl is as if in prayer.

Although I don't know whose boy is still running outside on a rainy day, I just pray that the child can come home sooner.

Approaching the east city, the mansions of the compound are located and distributed, and the appearance is roughly the same.

There are two new stone lions on the opposite side, so I must repair two of them as soon as possible. The courtyard gate on the opposite side has been expanded by a foot, and the house is about to start construction on the same day, not trying to press on the opposite end, just thinking that it can't be weakened.

But there is only one mansion that is different, that mansion occupies a huge area, so large that the two or three courtyards opposite it cannot be compared, and there are two tall lions guarding the gate sitting at the door, washed by the rain that drifts through the wide eaves, and it looks particularly majestic, with two huge copper balls in their mouths.

There was no trace of ruin on the mahogany door, because the mansion had only been empty for two days, and the two brass rings hanging from the door fell silently as if no one would knock on it again.

This mansion is Xu's mansion, and even the most powerful rich and noble lord in this city does not dare to make a name for himself with Xu's mansion, because it is destined to be bankrupt but cannot be compared to one.

There are not many people in this city who rely on their ancestors to eat, and there are even fewer who can eat this portion.

As for Zhang Sanku, everyone feels that the grandson is completely here to ruin the reputation of the ancestors, don't say that the ancestor does not reward him, even if he does, I am afraid that he will not have the rice bowl to pick up.

Xu Changan looked at the door and stopped thinking of knocking, and the two of them just stood under the steps in front of the gate and watched.

His eyes stayed on the heavy wooden door, but he seemed to pass through the gate and saw the pear tree in the courtyard.

In the eyes of the young man, the green pears on the pear tree were blown unscrupulously by the wind and rain, and a green pear struggled to support but could not withstand the destruction and quietly landed, because no one cleaned it, those green pears began to rot in a very short period of time, turned into mud, and ended their lives.

He seemed to know that no one would come back to this mansion, and muttered to himself: "My father said that our ancestors' family business is very large, and the girl in red said that my surname is Li, I'm afraid that only the surname Li can have such a big family business." ”

Yang Hejiu didn't know how to reply, just listened quietly.

"I just don't know why that girl is so sure, I don't even know what her name is. Thinking of this, Xu Changan suddenly became a little distressed, and he didn't know how to ask people's names, and he forgot his current situation at all.

"If you do, I'll ask for you. Yang Hejiu was silent for a moment before speaking.

Xu Changan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then couldn't help laughing, "You really can't comfort people." ”

Yang Hejiu frowned slightly, obviously thinking about what was wrong with his words.

"I want to see someone again. Xu Changan opened his mouth and said softly.

Yang Hejiu nodded, "I want to see him too." ”

The two of them smiled slightly and began to walk in the direction of the city.

The wind was blowing, the copper ring on the door was gently snapped, and the copper ball in the stone lion's mouth was also gently turning, making a pleasant sound, as if to say to the young man, "Come back early." ”

Xu Changan bowed his head and was silent, and the tears that he had been holding back finally couldn't help but come out.

He raised his shoulders with difficulty and wiped his tears, choked up and said, "I'm not coming back." ”