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Yu Zhouyao put down the phone very early.

Every time she talks to Yao An, she always acts as the one who can't wait to hang up. Fortunately, he doesn't argue with her.

Yu Zhouyao didn't tell Yao An that she was actually very tired of the long wires and the repeated monosyllables while waiting. She seemed to completely forget that their initial temptation and confession were also on the phone.

She prefers to face each other, shoulder to shoulder, make her eyebrows even with his second button, and drop her left foot with him.

That is the reality in love.

Instead of resuming water across mountains and rivers on the phone, where are you, what are you doing, how are you feeling... all these are for the last sentence, when will you come back.

"He's back." Yao An said.

He did what he said, and during the usual flag-raising ceremony on Monday morning, Yu Zhouyao tilted his head to the right and rear, catching the last bright figure of the team from his corner of the eye.

Yao An didn't have time to become aware of that line of sight in the future, a drop of rain was falling on his forehead.

He frowned slightly, causing the rain to fall into his eye sockets, and was held down by him before it became like a line of majestic tears, and then he wiped it away inexplicably.

That was the first rain in Rongyang Spring.

The green moss on the edge of the steps rolled into a flowing green stream, and the commelina hung down in the wet mist. If it had hands and feet, it would kneel on the mud and respectfully bear the weight imposed on it. That is a gift.It is soaked in complete ecstasy, even if the toe of a pair of white cloth shoes brushes against its pale blue face.

"Yeah." Yu Zhouyao sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Yao An stopped and waited for her.

"The shoes are dirty." Yu Zhouyao smiled helplessly, shaking the mud-stained uppers slightly.

"It's like this on rainy days." Yao An turned the umbrella in his hand to her side, "Don't wear white next time."

Yu Zhouyao kept his movements in his eyes, and her mind was a little clouded by the rain and fog. She took advantage of this haze to speak softly: "Who told me last time that I look good in white?"

Yao An opened his mouth vaguely, held the handle of the umbrella, and pointed forward with his eyes.

Yu Zhouyao walked forward together with him.She knew that many of his words were unintentional, and she might not remember, he was such a person.

But it doesn't prevent her from taking unintentional as intentional.

"The temple at Chakou invited a group of monks from outside to chant sutras. Will you go see it in a few days?" Yu Zhouyao asked.

"Weekend..." Yao An stared at this node, hesitating.

Yu Zhouyao couldn't hear it, but she didn't pull or push away, it all depended on Yao An.

"Call Wynn and Kangzi together. They have read it to me several times."

Ever since Yu Zhouyao got together with Yao An, it was common for the four of them to be together. Kang Zi was a fun-loving person, and often joked about them badly. The color, just four or two strokes of a thousand catties brushed it away, and turned the wind direction to another place.If so, it would be hard to find harmony for the four of them to get along with each other.

But Yu Zhouyao didn't nod like usual at this moment.

She looked at the winding path, looking like she could walk endlessly, weighed it carefully and asked openly: "What do you plan to do after you graduate?"

"Study in junior high school and complete compulsory education." Yao An said with a smile.

But his witty words didn't make Yu Zhouyao smile in the same way.

He vaguely understood that this could not be fooled by jokes alone, and there was no need to fool him.

"I will go to junior high school outside and live with my dad." Yao An replied truthfully.

Although it was expected and after many days of preparation, Yu Zhouyao's voice was still astringent.

After a long while, she asked again: "Aren't you coming back in the future?"

"Of course I will come back." Yao An said firmly, "I grew up in Anding Village."

These words still did not comfort Yu Zhouyao, on the contrary, they made Yu Zhouyao even more sour. There was no other reason, but behind his determination was the determination to leave.

"Can't you walk?" Yu Zhouyao finally asked, with the sound of rain and footsteps as a backdrop, he mustered up his courage, "Here are your grandparents, Kang Zi, Yan Huai'en and..."

She swallowed the word "I", but not only because of embarrassment and the meagerness that people often have in love, but also because she saw the struggle revealed by each word in Yao An's eyes.

"Then...why?" Yu Zhouyao asked.

They are all children of Anding Village, conceived by every plant and tree here, and their tears and smiles carry the temperament of Fang Yunyu, and they are connected by blood.

Since you are so reluctant and nostalgic, why do you have to go to a completely strange situation?For better days?People here don't have the obsession with that name; to see what it's like outside?Is there anything out there that cannot be given here? What is healthier than mother's amniotic fluid?

why?

Yao An also often asked himself.

He remembered how he flatly rejected Yao Xinping less than half a year ago, it was a kind of subconscious belonging and attachment.

But he remembered more that decisive precarity.

His mother left, and Yao Xinping left him here as an only child until today, and then he was told that he had a new family... Everything was passive.

But he wasn't the only one who was passive.

If it is said that he has gradually gained the ability to say "no" and room for change, there is one person who has never had time to defend himself.

That person migrates according to the wishes of others, coming or going, not even caring about a beloved fish.

The first time Yao An left the Jiangbin villa, he went downstairs, stopped in front of a wave-like cloud, and turned his head.

A figure stretches out from the dormer window on the third floor.

Yao Jianqi leaned on the window sill with both hands, looking at him, distant and clear.

Yao An raised his neck and sighed almost imperceptibly.

He decided to stay.

If not for what.

Just for the two people who are always missing inside and outside the painting.