as you meet

Chapter 1's painting "Raininanoakforest" by Ivan Shishkin

Chapter 1's BGM "DingDong" from the French version of "Rock Red and Black" by "Le Rougeetle Noir L'Opera Rock"

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It rained heavily that night, the temperature was very low, the streets were deserted, the agaves on both sides were covered with a thin layer of frost, and the trees behind the agaves stretched out their thin and decadent branches lifelessly, The red bricks on the ground are covered with footprints.The rain dampened the advertisements pasted on the street lamps, and the harsh wind further crumpled them.

Although Ji Yusheng brought a long-handled black umbrella, he didn't open it, because he remembered that his husband said he wanted to run in the rain with him without an umbrella, so he ran awkwardly in the rain with his heavy schoolbag on his back .The cold rain wetted his hair, and then made him cry emotionlessly. Enduring the discomfort caused by the rain, he barely opened his eyes to look at the red bricks under his feet, but the rain continued to flow all the way down his cheeks. Sliding down to his chin and neck, Ji Yusheng felt as if a spider had crawled into his clothes and touched his neck one after another.He ran with his waist bent, completely ignoring the ruthlessness of the rain, he just wanted to protect the precious sculpture in his arms.

This stupid and meaningless act of his now actually contained a bit of supplication and superstition. He hoped that if he ran to the husband like this, the husband could really be with him, just like those devout pilgrims.

It’s not far from the airport to the husband’s house, but Ji Yusheng thought about a lot of things, such as the statue he made with clumsy craftsmanship that took a long time, would the husband find it ugly, or that he was insincere, and then Throwing him outside the door, he thought about it for a while, and then suddenly remembered that he hadn't informed the husband, whether the husband would not be at home, but if he was at home, would he close the door fiercely the moment he saw him .

Or, just like a few years ago, the husband sent a letter of refusal, and then lost contact.

"Shengsheng, seeing words is like meeting.

The "Rose's Honey Kiss" art exhibition lasted for two weeks, and it expired at four o'clock yesterday afternoon.

I think so do we.

The wine at the exchange meeting was very bitter, and after drinking it, the whole body became bitter like a golden bell.

The flowers in the garden are all blooming beautifully, especially the yellow roses and eustoma, but unfortunately, I never saw the red roses, maybe they haven't bloomed yet, no, maybe they won't bloom.

This year's winter is too long, as if next year will go directly to summer, I may have to say goodbye to spring. "

Thinking back to this scene, Ji Yusheng felt distressed for a while.Now he has finally figured out his feelings and solved his worries, so he came to City Y without hesitation, but when he was about to reach Mr.'s door, he regretted it because he was very scared, because it was Mr., because it was meaning Special day.

The scenery in the corner of the eye became more and more blurred, Ji Yusheng's footprints on the red bricks became more and more frequent, and the strength of holding the sculpture in his hands became tighter and tighter.

I saw my husband's house from a distance, and a faint yellow light could be seen through the window.The moment Ji Yusheng saw the house, his heart was beating wildly, and then he sank to the bottom.

On a quiet night, it is raining outside the room, and the room is glowing with yellowish light. In the damp room, the stove with matches burning, the couple wearing blankets to warm each other, despite the raindrops constantly beating the windows, the devil murmurs, the ghosts are colorful, they Sitting on the rose-colored bench by the fire, hugging and whispering lingering words of love.

This is what my husband told him before, the ideal love.

Now this scene seems to be close at hand, but the other person sitting on the rose bench is not him.Even after being exposed to the rain for a long time and feeling cold all over, Ji Yusheng didn't stop his hurried steps, but when he thought of this, he stopped immediately. As soon as he stopped, he felt his legs were cold and trembling constantly. The raindrops that were about to condense seemed to be falling on his heart.

He didn't dare to go any further, if, if it wasn't Mr. who opened the door, he couldn't control himself from falling down.

The door opened suddenly, and his husband came out of the room under an umbrella. He was wearing a Burberry sweater and holding a piece of transparent cloth in his left hand. His husband was still as elegant and good-looking as a few years ago, and even became more attractive.

It is said that love will make a person more attractive, this is sir, have you reaped his love?

Thinking of this, her heart began to twitch violently again. This was probably how Nightingale felt when her heart was pierced because of the young man.

The husband covered the plants under the eaves with a transparent cloth, carefully covered the plants with a soft quilt, and then planned to turn around and go back to the house.

The moment he turned around, the husband's eyes touched him, and he immediately hid behind a bush. He felt like a stray cat, with the contradictory mood of anticipation but fear of being discovered.

The gentleman turned around and went back to the room without hesitation, and his eyes did not stop for a moment.

It seems that the husband didn't notice him, he breathed a sigh of relief, An Xin instantly turned into mist and spit out from his mouth.

He shrank and walked closer to observe for a while, from the looming shadow of the window, he found that there was only one shadow in the room from beginning to end, so he made up his mind to knock on the door.

He wiped his ringing index finger several times with his clothes, as if he was afraid that he would stain Mr.’s doorbell, and then pressed the doorbell with trembling fingers. The familiar song from the doorbell made his heart go crazy, bang bang Jumping, the frequency is as fast as the second hand in the clock.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six—

"Click——" the door opened from the inside, and the gentleman looked at him with deep brown eyes in deep surprise.

He took out the wet sculpture from his arms, held it in both hands, and smiled as hard as he could.

"Sir, it's my mind—"

His husband frowned, pursed his lips and said nothing, and turned back to the house without even looking at him again.