swimming fish

The rainy season in Dali falls to October every year, and it is probably over.When winter comes, the rain comes in bursts, and it doesn't always last long.

Overcast clouds continued, and Ji Anhe's plane passed through the dark clouds and landed at Dali Airport.This day, Ji Anhe came back from City C ahead of schedule. After leaving the airport, he called Song Yu and wanted to ask Song Yu if he had lunch at noon today.

He thought that Song Yu would be stunned, and asked him "what does Mr. Ji want to eat", "has Mr. Ji come back so early", "Why didn't Mr. Ji come back early and tell me in advance" and so on.

But the fact is that he made three phone calls today, and Song Yu's female voice kept repeating without emotion: "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Ji Anhe suddenly frowned uncomfortably, he hurriedly took a taxi, gave the address of Gucheng, and then directly called Liang Hao.

Liang Hao's tone when he picked up the phone was not very cheerful, not even good: "Hello, Mr. Ji? You're back? Come and see Xiao Yu'er. Sister Yu said that she doesn't have to go to school tomorrow weekend, so she put She brought it over."

"Where's Brother Song?" Ji Anhe asked bluntly.

"What's more, I went out on my bicycle early in the morning. I probably went to see Sister Chen Yan. Brother Song said that he has something to do these days and wants to go to relax. That..." Liang Hao suddenly paused while talking , "You didn't quarrel, Mr. Ji."

Ji Anhe was obviously caught by Liang Hao's questioning. He and Song Yu had always been on good terms. Every time either he took a step back or Song Yu took a step back, it was impossible for anyone to insist on anything for each other. What would they take? Arguing?

The only time when there were disputes was mostly on Xiao Yuer's side. Song Yu thought he spoiled Xiao Yuer too much, that's all.

"No." The original calmness and firmness in Ji Anhe's voice was shaken, "Did he say anything else? Just these few days, or did he do anything?"

"The gentleman named Cheng Ji came here a few days ago, and he came with the one from their family... Later Song Ge drank a few bottles with them, and then went directly to the roof garden when he came back. It was windy at night, and I had a little fever, which lasted for two days, and got better these days, and then he ignored Xiao Yuer when he came, and went out after a while." Liang Hao explained everything about the past few days.

Ji An said "Yes", and asked her to hug Huimao to comfort Xiao Yu'er, and hung up the phone after saying a few more words.

Liang Hao put down the phone, looked at Xiao Yu'er with teary eyes, rushed up the stairs and called Hui Mao twice, then carried Hui Mao to Xiao Yu'er.

Xiao Yu'er vented out the little grievance she had received from Song Yu, and pushed Huimao away.

"Don't, don't, don't, gray hair, don't want little uncle! Little uncle is bad! Little uncle bullies little aunt, and even bullies Xiaoyuer!"

"No, no, your little aunt just said that he will be back soon, so let's stop crying, okay?"

"Liar!" Xiao Yu'er gave Liang a good look, disapproving, "Little aunt said he won't be back until next week!"

"What he just said, let Xiao Yu'er stand at the door, and you can see him when you open the door."

"Really?" Xiao Yu'er's big eyes flickered, she jumped off the seat and ran towards the door.

Ji Anhe's taxi was parked outside the city wall. He dragged his suitcase through the city gate and turned a corner into the path beside the city wall. The first door at the end of the path opened a small gap, and a small head poked through out.

The sudden joy seemed to surpass the voice: "Little aunt!"

Ji Anhe frowned hard, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he let go of the suitcase beside him, and beckoned to the little head by the door: "Little fish."

Xiao Yu'er opened the courtyard door in an instant, and threw herself into Ji Anhe's arms excitedly. Ji Anhe staggered a few steps after being thrown by her. He hugged Xiao Yu'er, and patted her on the back: "My little fish, I heard someone made you cry? Come, let me see?"

Xiao Yu'er rubbed against Ji Anhe's arms, pouted, and complained to Ji Anhe confidently: "It's the little uncle! It's the little uncle! The little uncle doesn't want Xiao Yuer anymore."

Children's anger comes and goes when they say it, just like the rain in Dali in winter, it won't last long.

After she filed a complaint with Ji Anhe, she inevitably became afraid again. She followed Ji Anhe upstairs to put the suitcase. When he was wearing a suit, he grabbed Ji Anhe's clothes and asked in a low voice.

"Little aunt, will my little uncle not want my aunt and Xiao Yu'er, or us? I, I want to find my little uncle... woo woo woo—"

Speaking of the little girl's tears flowed out again, Ji Anhe wiped Xiao Yu'er's tears with his thumb, hugged her whole body, and said softly: "Stop crying, little aunt will take you to find little uncle, good."

Ji Anhe turned around and took the key of Song Yu's car from behind the door, then reached out to close the door, and drove straight to Caicun.

The dark clouds hanging over Dali Airport were blown to the top of Caicun by the wind at some point, covering the small town by the lake.

The sky was suppressed by dark clouds, and the strong wind blew the tree in Chen Yan's house rattling, and the prayer strips hanging on the tree were made like demons dancing wildly by the wind.

Song Yu stood behind the window on the first floor, looking at the old tree unmoved, his eyes fell on the note hanging from the old tree, and he remained motionless.

When Ji Anhe was leaving that time, he came back on purpose, kept his own note, and stole the note with Song Yu's name on it.

Song Yu came back the day after he left, and found out about this, it was actually very obvious, there was only a single piece of paper left in the familiar place.

But I don't know when, that note seemed to be added again, Song Yu didn't pay attention until today, he noticed that the lonely note before was not lonely again.

"Song Yu, aren't you going back today?" Chen Yan never asked why Song Yu came, even when Ji Anhe called just now, she didn't ask any more questions, she just said that Song Yu was here.

She is not a nosy person, and she does not ask questions.This is also the reason why Song Yu hid here from her.

"If you don't go back, that person is not here, it's boring."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Sometimes I think, what should I do if we are all old and he leaves before me? Sometimes I think, if I leave first, will he feel uncomfortable with his temper, and don't say Ah... recently I was thinking again, maybe we won't be able to reach the age of gray hair at all-to tell you the truth, I have been with him for seven years, if one day we don't like each other that much, you say……"

"If you ask me," Chen Yan suddenly smiled, "I actually want to know more, why do you think so?"

Song Yu glanced at her, and answered the wrong question: "When did there be a note on the tree?"

Chen Yan walked to Song Yu's side, and put her hands on the marble of the bay window. Her eyes followed Song Yu's, and she was silent for a while. She didn't speak until Song Yu turned his head to look at her.

"Not long ago, Mr. Ji came to hang up. He said that he stole this note seven years ago, and now, the complete return... is here." Chen Yan spoke slowly, her eyes fell on Song Yu's heart, A pun.

Song Yu's eyes froze, but Chen Yan's voice fell silent: "Perhaps, you should go and see what he returned."

After Song Yu listened, he knew that Chen Yan's words were implying something to him, so he turned around and rushed under the tree against the strong wind, and with a slight leap, he took the note wrapped in plastic paper to protect him from the rain in his hand. inside.

He unfolded the note in You-Yu-Xi-Du-Jia-Zheng-Li, more-more-exquisite-color-respect-please-close-note.In the palm of his hand, he read the half-sized note word by word, like an old man with dim eyesight. He read it for a long time before he could read the four words that were crossed out and the eight words that were added again. Read the fine print.

Chen Yan's voice rang out in the room.

"Song Yu, your Mr. Ji, on the way here, he asked you to wait for him here, he has something to tell you."

Song Yu looked at the note in his hand, he muttered: "I can't wait."

Can't wait to meet that man, his Mr. Ji.

The one who can always know what's on his mind.

The heavy rain poured down when Song Yu hadn’t walked a certain distance on his bicycle, and the eaves of Caicun’s small road were full of pedestrians sheltering from the rain. Probably everyone knew that the rain didn’t last long, so they even waited for the rain to stop. They all seemed relaxed.

Song Yu was not in the mood to wait for the rain to stop. He gave up the small road and took the highway around Caicun to quickly leave Caicun and return to the ancient city to meet Ji Anhe, but he was afraid that he would miss it on the way back, so he deliberately chose the road.

He wiped his rain-drenched hair in the rain, but his eyes suddenly stopped on the car that turned around in front of his eyes and parked in front of the right.

It was his car, he would recognize it.

He stood beside his bicycle, and the hand holding the handle of the bicycle grasped the grip of his bicycle. He looked nervously at the person who opened the door from the driver's cab. Walking in step by step, it was so close that the umbrella covered Song Yu from the pouring rain, so close that there was only each other in his eyes.

The man spoke, a series of familiar intimacy with a questioning tone: "Why don't you open an umbrella? Have you recovered from your cold? What if you have a fever again? What's the matter with you?"

Song Yu let go of the handle of his bicycle in an instant, put one hand on Ji Anhe's hand holding the umbrella, and wrapped Ji Anhe with the other hand, and he hugged Ji Anhe tightly into his arms.

In Ji Anhe's ear was the long-lost Song Yu with a trembling voice of fear: "Ji, Mr. Ji."

Ji Anhe hesitated for a while with the free hand, then climbed onto Song Yu's back, patted his back lightly, and called out calmly and firmly: "Song Yu."

"Mr. Ji," Song Yu buried himself on Ji Anhe's shoulder for the first time, his gesture of showing weakness to Ji Anhe made Ji Anhe a little at a loss, "Mr. Ji..."

Ji Anhe tilted his head slightly, kissed Song Yu's eyes affectionately, and then said, "I heard that you went to Caicun. I saw it, did I give you something back?"

Song Yu bit his lip when he stood upright, but Ji Anhe raised his head first, and said to him: "When I went back, I kept telling myself that it wouldn't happen, so when I was writing, I specially drew A fork and a new one. Chen Yan told me that this old tree is very effective. I think it is probably true?"

Song Yu quietly listened to Ji Anhe's words, he held up Ji Anhe's face, and his lips fell on Ji Anhe's eyebrows, on the tip of Ji Anhe's nose, on Ji Anhe's lips ; Just like this pattering rain, hitting the top of the green hills, hitting the Pinghu Lake, and hitting the smoky water in Dali.

The tenderness that engulfed the two of them affectionately also melted into the smoke of Dali.

"It's true." Song Yu affirmed, "That old tree is very effective."

"Yeah." Ji Anhe smiled, clasped Song Yu's fingers, and joined hands together, "Go back?"

"Go back." Song Yu let go of Ji Anhe's hand temporarily, and moved the bicycle into the trunk with him. Ji Anhe held the umbrella for Song Yu and watched Song Yu tie the bicycle firmly.

"Song Yu!" Ji Anhe said, "Then you have to apologize to the little princess when you get in the car, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, won't you let me go back?" Song Yu looked at the note that he took out from his pocket, and answered casually.

"Well, the little princess is going to be so angry tonight, you'll have to sleep by yourself." Ji Anhe joked deliberately.

Song Yu was anxious when she heard that: "That can't be done, she has grown up, how can you keep guarding her all the time, her own parents are not so spoiled by her!"

"Oh."

"Mr. Ji!"

"understood……"

The voice was scattered on the road around the Erhai Lake along with the sound of the rain getting smaller and smaller, leaving only the note that Song Yu had just saved in his hand lying quietly on the wet road.

The note reads four words crossed out with a big cross:

——The seven-year itch.

And next to these four words are added eight words:

——The wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon, share this life together.

The author says:

The last episode is also finished!I promised to write a story about a rainy little aunt going to pick up my little uncle. I love you all!It's really gone!Boss Song and Mr. Ji will probably have to wait for the next festival theater, see you on Weibo!Thank you for subscribing to the comments, sisters who gave starfish, thank my gold master Crane and Boat!Kowtow to everyone again~