Immortal, save me!

The sky suddenly darkened, and the light was dim. The vendors on the street packed up their things and left quickly, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.

Le Zhi stroked the red plums on the umbrella, his eyebrows lowered, and he became quiet for a moment.

The next moment, he opened the oil-paper umbrella and held it above his head.

"It's raining."

Luo Jin was stunned. He looked at Mo Yin and saw that he was also holding an umbrella, so he also opened the umbrella and held it above his head.

The thin rain fell quickly, leaving no time for reaction. The ground was wet in an instant. Yellow leaves fell from the branches and were stepped on by hurried pedestrians, leaving them muddy in the puddles.

A few people found an inn to stay. In the room facing the street, Le Zhi looked out the window with gloomy eyes. The patter of rain was heard in people's memories.

Many years ago, when he first came here, he was young and reckless and didn't understand anything. At that time, he saw people on the street holding up umbrellas and laughed at them in his heart. The next moment, he was Drenched and miserable.

At that moment, a woman appeared next to him and handed him an umbrella.

That scene had been so long ago that it was already blurry. There was only a vague outline of the woman in his memory, and he could only remember the red plum umbrella clearly.

Maybe it was too long ago, or maybe the rain curtain was blocking his sight at that time. In the patter of rain, everything seemed to slow down. The white water vapor blurred the houses on the long street, and the sounds of passers-by were all that remained in front of him. Every move of this woman feels so beautiful that it touches his heartstrings.

Luo Jin yawned and nodded slightly.

"Then what? You expressed your feelings to her and finally got together?"

Le Zhi shook his head and sighed.

"Of course not. I was so embarrassed at that time, how could I express my feelings to her?"

He turned to look at the two people sitting at the table with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"After that, the woman left. I didn't ask her her name or where she lived. I didn't stop her when she left."

"Then the matter dropped and we never met again."

Luo Jin nodded her chin and said, "Isn't that a pity? You like others, but you don't say it."

Le Zhi shook his head: "So you are still young? The reason why some things are beautiful is precisely because of regret. It is because the hazy distance is like looking at flowers in the fog, which makes people feel beautiful and makes people miss it to this day and never forget it."

"Besides, after we get together, who knows what the other person looks like and what his temperament is?"

Le Zhi nodded in agreement, but was thoughtful in his heart.

If there is a distance, a hazy distance?

He subconsciously looked at the immortal sitting beside him reading a book.

Mo Yin noticed the sight, turned to look at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Jin shook his head, looked away, lay sleepily on the table, and buried his face in his arms.

Luo Jin's thoughts are different from Le Zhi's. If it were him, of course he should let him know that he likes someone. The clearer the better. In his opinion, even though that kind of hazy emotion is beautiful, it is not what he wants. If he can't get what he wants, Better to give it up.

"Are you done? I'll go back to sleep after I'm done."

Luo Jin muttered.

It was already night. An hour had passed since he and Mo Yin were pulled into the house by Le Zhi. During this hour, they had been listening to him miss the past and talk about his past feelings.

He didn't understand where Le Zhi's leisurely mood came from. He suddenly became emotional, sometimes melancholy and sometimes cheerful.