At ten o'clock in the morning, he had another meeting.

Yuanshan closed his eyes and scratched his hair again, he was distraught for a while, then turned on his mobile phone, informed his secretary, postponed the arrangements for the past few days, he had not slept all night, his mind was dizzy, and his heart was painful and sour.

"Cold Moon!

He whispered her name.

"Moon, my darling, you must not have an accident!"

He started the car and went around in a circle near the villa where Leng Yue lived.

He hoped to inadvertently meet the cold moon, but he was very disappointed, there was no sign of the cold moon, even Li Min, and he didn't touch it.

He checked the phone number of Li Min Restaurant, and the person who answered the phone was always a girl, saying that Mr. Li had something to do at home and did not come.

For three days in a row, Yuanshan had been squatting near the villa area except for taking a photo at the unit, and he was waiting for Leng Yue's news like crazy.

time, on the fourth day.

At dusk the wind rose, and at night the sky began to drizzle again.

Yuan Shan sat in the car, holding a glass of bean juice that had already been cold and half-eaten bread, and his eyes were fixed on the gate of the villa area.

The car was very quiet, the silence made him panic, the silence made him suffocate. But outside the car window was very noisy, and the street cars kept speeding outside his car window, and they kept casting light and shadow on his car window.

The light and shadow shone on the raindrops outside his car window, dyeing the raindrops into strings of crystal balls.

He listened to the sound of the rain and watched the flickering of the raindrops, and he couldn't sit still.

At this moment, he saw Li Min driving a sports car out of the villa area and passing in front of his car.

He choked with joy for a few seconds, then he picked up his phone and started dialing. Dial one, and he memorized the ripe number.

The other party's bell rang, and he listened.

One, two, three, four, five...... No one answered the phone.

He stubbornly refused to hang up, stubbornly listening to the monotonous ringing. Finally, he let out a long sigh and turned off his phone.

He stared at his phone, not knowing what he was going to do or what he could do.

In the middle of the night, he perked himself up and looked at his watch, which was 8:30 p.m.

Or, go to Leng Yue's home in person? However, if you go there rashly like this, will you make trouble for Leng Yue?

Thinking of this, he turned on his phone again and dialed Leng Yue's number.

Jingle ...... Jingle ...... Jingle ...... The bell rang and rang non-stop, but no one answered the phone.

Could it be that Leng Yue was taken out by Li Min? Or, she didn't bring her mobile phone?

He closed his phone in a dejected manner, he pressed his forehead against the glass, listening to the wind and rain.

No, he must see Leng Yue today!

He quickly got out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew in his face, he fought a cold war smartly, and the rain and fog quickly swallowed him.

But, it doesn't matter, his heart is singing, and he will soon be able to see his cold moon.

He inquired about the specific location of Leng Yue's house from the doorman, and soon, he stood in front of the gate of Leng Yue's house.

However, the whole house was dark, and there was not a single window with a light. Could it be that she went to bed so early before nine o'clock?

He stood in front of the gate stunned, not knowing what he was supposed to do.

The rain and mist continued to fall on his body, and his face and his whole body were soaked.

It reminded him of how often they had met in the drizzle since he met her. Leng Yue, she herself is a romantic little woman who loves wind, clouds, rain, and snow.

Thinking of this, his eyes were hot and moist.

Then he leaned against the gate and whistled...... Blowing the song "You Light Up My Life", he blew and blew repeatedly.

Then, he saw the light on the window on the second floor, and he stared at the window and continued to whistle.

So, the figure of a woman was reflected in the window. Then the window opened, and the woman stuck her head out and looked in.

Yuanshan stood motionless at the gate, not stopping his whistle.

His eyes were fixed on the woman, his moon. In his heart, silently, repeatedly called:

"Come out, Leng Yue, if you hear my call, come out!"

The window closed, and the figure vanished.

Then the door opened softly.

His heart was pounding, his head was dizzy, and he involuntarily stopped whistling and stared at the figure running over.

Leng Yue came out, wearing only a thin white nightgown and her hair scattered, and ran towards him.

He didn't say a word, just spread his arms.

She rushed over and threw herself into his arms.

She trembled and her face was stained with tears...... He hugged her tightly, his head down and kissed her on the lips.

He kissed her fiercely, her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her eyes, her eyebrows...... He kept kissing, kissing and kissing......

Heaven and earth had vanished, cosmic time had come to a standstill, and he hugged the trembling body, the rain on his body wetting her, his tears mixed with her tears.

"Oh,"

Leng Yue trembled.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?

"It's not!"

He said, continuing to kiss her.

He hugged her tightly, so hard that he wanted to crush her.

"Moon...... My moon ......" he cupped her head. "I've been waiting for your news for the past few days, I've barely been able to work, I'm going crazy!" he pushed her away and looked at her through the light of the street lamp, "Are you okay? Are you really okay?!! didn't he do anything rough with you?!

She reached out and stroked his cheek.

"You're wet," she murmured, "you're skinny too...... And, you're dripping with water. ”

She pressed her fingers against his eyes.

"You're crying," she whimpered, "You......'re crying like this," she took a breath, tears pouring out of her eyes. "Hold me tight, I don't have any wounds on my body, my wounds are in my heart...... Don't let me go again!

He hugged her even harder, and she trembled terribly.

"You're cold," he said, "you need to go inside!"

"No, no!"

She said urgently, and she shook her head violently, clinging to him like a drowning man

"Don't let me go! I'd rather die tomorrow, as long as this moment is enough, I can die tomorrow......"

"You can't die......," he said, choking in his throat, "we're just getting started, how can you die?"

"Oh, the distant mountains!"

She tilted her head back, her eyes shining brightly.

"It's really you, isn't it?"

There was a smile on her lips, and there was a kind of extraordinary, strange beauty in her pale, pale face washed by rain and tears.