there is a summer breeze

The woman in a slim light blue cheongsam, putting away her parasol and walking towards the bank, is Lan Tian's mother.The two people hiding by the street tree kept staring at her.

"Let's go in too." Qing Song adjusted the position of the bluetooth headset, and pulled the hem of Lan Tian's shirt.Lan Tian was indifferent, but instead grabbed one of his little fingers.

"What's wrong?" Qing Song turned his head, facing the glare of the sun, he instinctively squinted his eyes.

"Qing Song... I'm afraid..." Lan Tian trembled a little, he wanted to back down.

He was afraid that when he stood in front of the woman he loved most, what she saw was not him, but someone else through his body.

He dare not.He dare not accept such a cruel fact.

"Don't be afraid, Lan Tian." Qing Song held his hand back, "I'll be with you."

A breeze, the swirling fragrance of flowers.

Qing Song lowered the brim of his hat and entered the bank.

Holding the numbered paper in her hand, Lan Tian's mother was sitting upright on the waiting chair, looking down at the magazines she took out of her handbag.

Qing Song and Lan Tian sat two rows diagonally behind her, and they happened to be able to see half of her profile.

Lan Tian looked at his mother silently, didn't say anything, just clutched the corner of Qingsong's shirt tightly, even breathing lightly.

Qing Song felt a little sad. Seeing that there were not many people in this row, he quietly wrapped his arms around his waist, expressing silent comfort with movements.

"I... still don't dare..." Lan Tian regretted it, he shouldn't have come, even if his mother could see him, so what, should we meet here?How to explain his existence?If mom can't see him...

That's also unavoidable...

Qing Song didn't urge him, and he was just a bystander in this kind of thing, everything had to be decided by Lan Tian himself.

Lan Tian lowered his head and began to cry.

Qing Song was very distressed, but he couldn't wipe his tears for him, so he could only be anxious, hugged him towards him, pretended to be sitting upright, and said softly: "Baby, don't cry, don't cry... ..." His eyes could not move away from Lan Tian.

Lan Tian sobbed for a while, wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, raised his face extremely firm: "Qing Song, I'm going."

Qing Song tilted her head and nodded lightly, telling him: "I've always been here." Even if she can't see you, you still have me to rely on.

Lan Tian stood up, looked at her, took a few deep breaths, tilted his head and looked at Qing Song, got the encouraging eyes from the other party, and walked out.

Lan Tian stared at his mother, as if glued to her, unable to move.

She suddenly put away the magazine and rubbed her eyes.

Lan Tian stood in front of her.

She seemed to look around for a while, and then looked at the blue sky.

At that moment, Lan Tian almost forgot to breathe.

She's getting old, and she's getting more wrinkles.

She used to love beauty so much that she wanted to pull out a little bit of white hair, but now her temples are all white and can't be pulled out cleanly.

is she looking at meI think so.She is looking at me, looking at my eyes, looking at my heart, looking at my thoughts.

Mom... I am Blue Sky...

Lan Tian felt the congestion in his throat and couldn't speak.

He was sure that she had seen him, and that kind of gaze that pierced her heart could not be wrong.

Lan Tian almost trembled and wanted to rush over.

He took a step forward, tears welling up in his eyes.

At that moment, Lan Tian saw that his mother looked away without any emotion, as if she just passed through his body and was looking at something else.

Lan Tian turned around and saw the screen behind him showing the number.

Tears just flowed down.

It's cool and itchy.

His mother was looking down at the magazine again.

No... Didn't see... My mother can't see me...

Lan Tian stood there, staring at his mother in a daze.

Qing Song, who had been looking at the blue sky, clenched his fists tightly, wanting to dig blood holes out of his palms.

Lan Tian turned around and ran out.The bank's automatic door didn't open, so he went straight through.

Qing Song covered his head in his seat, his head hurt, and his heart hurt even more.

He stood up, and Lan Tian's mother was picking up the phone.

"Hey, Ruoshu...yes, I'm waiting for the sign. There are not many people today, and I will be there in a while..."

From now on, Lan Tian will be alone.If he doesn't love Lan Tian, ​​who should love him?

Qing Song shook his head, he had to go to Lan Tian and tell him that he would be with him forever.

"Ruoshu... I saw a child just now, who really looks like Tian Tian..."

Qing Song, who had almost reached the automatic door, froze in place, all his attention was turned to his ears.

She seemed to choke up, and continued, "But I don't dare to look at him...they are so alike...I'm afraid I'll think that every day he's still alive..." She sobbed softly, every sound cut into her throat Relax.

The heat outside the house was blowing, and Qing Song almost exhausted all his strength, shouting like crazy: "Blue sky—!"

He was furious.

Alone and dazed, Lan Tian was sitting by the pool looking at the small fountain, and was startled by Qing Song's roar, almost leaning back and falling into the pool.

"What's the matter, Qing Song?" Lan Tian followed Sheng Sheng with red eyes, and Qing Song's expression made him a little at a loss.

Regardless of the public place, Qing Song hugged Lan Tian in his arms: "Your mother can see you!"

Lan Tian silently digested the information, and stammered: "Really..." The tears that were finally suppressed blurred his eyes again.

"Let's go!" Qing Song couldn't hide his joy, he took his hand and was about to rush to the bank.

Lan Tian was dragged two steps by him and stopped.

"Qing Song, forget it."

Qing Song turned around in bewilderment: "Why?"

Lan Tian raised his head, the sun blindingly pierced his eyes.

"Don't raise your head, it hurts your eyes." Qing Song blocked the light for him with his hand.

The corner of Lan Tian's mouth curled into a smile, and he said in a low voice, "It's just... suddenly I don't want to..."

The water in the small fountain is splashing, and the fine water droplets reflect colorful light in the sun, so bright that it is unreal.

Qing Song rubbed Lan Tian's hair randomly, the touch in his hands made him no longer confused about Lan Tian's existence.

"Then let's go home."

"Ah."

The author has something to say:

Qing Song: I will take you to play tomorrow.

Lan Tian: You don't go to class anymore?

Qing Song: Ah, anyway, I'm going to take you to play!If you don't come with me, I won't go to school!

Blue sky: ...

The number of words is not enough...the writing skills are not enough...just...so...