as you meet

Seeing Song Shihe turning his head mercilessly, Ji Yusheng lowered his head, lowered his voice, and finished what he had just said like talking to himself: "The design of their store is the epitome of a rainbow..."

Moreover, they have not yet approached the world of innovation together.

Whether it is the store itself or the meaning expressed by his existence, Iridescent is as colorful as the future he imagined, and has everything he expected.

In Ji Yusheng's heart, because of the promise made back then, Iridescent and bubbles have already become something more shiny and colorful than butterflies and shells.For him, most of the time, what is important is not the value of things themselves, but the meaning of things to him. Maybe many people say that the bubble will burst as soon as he pokes it, and it is fleeting, as if there is no value of existence, but in his heart , Bubbles are the snow in summer, it can connect you and your husband, it is much more meaningful than butterflies and hard shells that only make him sneeze.

It's a pity that Song Shihe seems to have helped Iridescent turn off the lights. No matter how hard he tried in the dark night, he couldn't dye the rainbow color.

Ji Yusheng felt a tinge of sadness in his heart again, the things that used to be so good that they were worth talking about, have now become topics that they don't talk about.

He put his head against the window, trying to wake himself up and not settle in the lost emotion.He leaned against the window and saw the dark clouds in the distant sky, and felt a bit like a fish, so he suddenly thought that it would be nice if Mr. was a fish.

Then he can go on and on.

He has a lot to say about the past, but he doesn't want to upset his husband, so it takes countless seven seconds.

Seven seconds to talk about the soap and snow in summer, seven seconds to talk about the heat of the coffee shop on a rainy day, seven seconds to talk about the kiss in the rainy day, and seven seconds to talk about the next winter and their future.

But Mr. is not a fish, and he can't spit out anything that can communicate with a fish, a string of blisters that carry the heartbeat.

Unlike spring, even if there are no topics to talk about, there are always birds passing by, and the sound of flowers blooming, enlivening the atmosphere. Unfortunately, it is winter now, and the car only drives in silence over many bare branches and stubborn rocks, and overwhelms many people. The ice-cold pool of water, heavy on the way home.

After the wheels rolled over the small pool in front of the house, Song Shihe said:

"arrive."

He glanced back at Ji Yusheng, and found that his clothes hadn't been tidied up just now because he was in a hurry when he got into the car, and he didn't put them on in a loose way. Thinking of the wind that was still blowing outside the window, he said again:

"Put on your clothes before getting out of the car." He pulled out the car key and got out of the car. Hearing this, Ji Yusheng seemed to have recovered from being soaked in water, hurriedly packed his clothes and got out of the car.

When he arrived at the door, Ji Yusheng stood beside Song Shihe and warmed his hands with a breath, waiting for him to enter the password to enter the house, but he looked at the numbers Song Shihe pressed and felt very familiar.

"0203...this is" he suddenly thought of something while reading the number, and his heart trembled.

A trace of panic flashed across Song Shihe's eyes, but he said indifferently on his face:

"Only the date of the lock."

"Ah... it's the date of the lock..."

"Well, it's not easy to guess like this."

That's right, based on the husband's attitude towards him, he also knew that this was impossible, so Ji Yusheng entered the room laughing at himself.

After returning home, Song Shihe took the lead in changing his shoes, went to the living room, took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it for a while, put his finger on the screen and hesitated, and then said to Ji Yusheng who was standing at the entrance, "Remember to book a ticket."

Ji Yusheng, who stretched his hand towards the shoes, was stunned when he heard the words, as if he didn't understand, so Song Shihe glanced at the phone and said:

"There are only tickets for the morning, but there are a lot of people who have booked them. It seems that there are only vacant seats left for the 07:30 flight."

He took away the phone, looked at Ji Yusheng who was staring at him blankly, and asked, "Shall I order it for you?"

Ji Yusheng realized that Song Shihe was helping him check the time, and while bending over to put his shoes on, he said, "Ah, it's okay, it doesn't matter, I actually remember it, I'll order it myself later."

Song Shihe was silent for a while when he heard the words, put the phone on the table, made a soft "snap" sound, and then said flatly: "Didn't you forget to order it all the time? From yesterday to now."

Thinking of the phone on the car just now, Song Shihe said again: "The company has something to do, you are not in a hurry."

Hearing Song Shihe's words, Ji Yusheng felt a little embarrassed, and said embarrassingly: "Yes, I didn't think about it for a while."

Then he said stiffly:

"Thanks for reminding."

He didn't think about it, maybe because deep down in his heart, he never thought of leaving after he came here.It may also be because after seeing Song Shihe, apart from him, all materials, companies, and affairs are not important anymore.

When putting the shoes in the shoe cabinet, Ji Yusheng suddenly saw the calendar hanging next to the shoe cabinet. On the calendar on the 25th of the next month, it was written in blue pen that there was a poetry meeting in X City.

Looking at some events in other grids, such as meeting with a certain professor, going to a welfare home, and going to a certain concert, Ji Yusheng guessed that these blue pens wrote some of Mr. Song's schedules.

So, will Mr. Song come to City X next month?In that case, maybe they could meet again?

Thinking of this, Ji Yusheng suddenly felt his heart beating violently, as if poking his head out of the water to get oxygen.

But only after a while, Song Shihe's voice extinguished his burning heart,

"You... a little too unplanned." The tone was calm and extremely serious.

Ji Yusheng, who was squatting and arranging shoes, felt his heart twitch, and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

In the end, he was rejected by Mr.

That's right, the fact that I came here rashly on a rainy day has fully demonstrated the fact that I am now in a panic and have no plans.

It's just that when you meet someone you like, how can it be as clear as a debate.Just seeing the news about Mr. in the newspaper, Ji Yusheng felt his head was hot, as if he had brought it to summer, and his thoughts were sticky in the sweltering midsummer night.

It's a pity that the stickiness in Midsummer Night was caused by pure heat, but now it is caused by long-lasting longing than that simple heat, which caused Song Shihe's every alienated word to be entangled when he heard it, and he couldn't respond well.

Ji Yusheng thought a little amusedly, it might as well be the heat directly, the heat is much more useful than the longing that can only be hidden in the heart, at least it can infect others when it burns, and let others get some of their own temperature.

It's just that the husband seems to be different from him. The teacher still has a clear logic, and what he said is only urging him to go back and stop trying to set foot in his world.

He thought that the husband booked the ticket for him out of concern for him, and he was a little excited about it, but now he calmed down and thought about it carefully, Mr. Song, he must be chasing customers.

He was so concerned about something that had nothing to do with him, and even helped him check the shift time, probably because he didn't want to see him again.

Hearing the phone call he answered, Song Shihe should be secretly happy. After all, he is a very self-cultivated person. It is not something he would do to drive people away for no reason. Good reason to drive yourself away.

He thought that what happened in the orphanage had revealed that his husband was still nostalgic for the past, but the reality told him that it was just a fantasy, and it was wishful thinking to think that he could stay.

Ji Yusheng felt as if he had returned to yesterday, his whole body was wet by the rain, and he was shivering and cold.It's just that it's different from yesterday, he feels that he has no strength anymore.

"I will definitely leave tomorrow." Ji Yusheng lowered his head and said, before Song Shihe could reply, he bit his lips again and said:

"I will definitely not bother Mr. Song again. Even if, even if I can't get on any train tomorrow, I will leave."

He raised his head and tried his best to pretend to be expressionless and said:

"I'm going back to my room first, and Mr. Song should go to bed earlier."

Before Ji Yusheng went upstairs, he clearly heard Song Shihe whisper:

"You shouldn't have come to me, wasting a lot of your time, you still have so many things to do."

Song Shihe raised his head, looking deeply at Ji Yusheng's back hiding in the shadows.

"And we've...been so far apart that we don't have any relationship anymore."

He obviously didn't want to be sentimental on the last day before parting, but after hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng's eyes turned red for a moment, and he threw down a sentence almost desperately: "Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't bother you.", Then he sniffed and quickened his pace upstairs, so that the image of himself left in Song Shihe's heart would not be so fragile and ugly. After all, for the current husband, the appearance of himself crying should be annoying to him.But he heard Song Shihe calling him after a long absence:

"Shengsheng."

Ji Yusheng trembled all over, but he didn't dare to look back, because everything would be very different from before, as if looking back meant that he was willing to accept the fruitless ending between them.

But after the sound of "shengsheng", the air remained silent. Song Shihe didn't continue to say anything, as if he was also at a loss and regretted the name he blurted out. It wasn't until Ji Yu moved vividly and the stairs made a sound that Song Shihe said :

"I... I'm going to school tomorrow to explain some things, and I'll just spend the night nearby. So, if you really can't book a ticket, tomorrow... you can also come back here."

So Mr. really doesn't want to see him very much.

Tears welled up in Ji Yusheng's eyes in an instant. He grabbed the drawing paper in his hand tightly and went upstairs in silence without looking back.Song Shihe watched Ji Yusheng's back disappear, turned his head and saw the mirror in the living room, his face was reflected in the mirror, his eyes were dull, and there were some untrimmed beard stubble on his chin, the whole face showed youth With the appearance of passing away and years knocking on the door, he had to admit that he had been defeated, and Shengsheng was still at an energetic age, he lowered his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

As soon as Ji Yusheng returned to his room, he fell to the ground, regardless of the coldness of the floor, just sat there and stared at the whole room in a daze.

While staring heavily at the floor, he suddenly heard a "rustling" sound. It turned out that the paper in his hand slipped when he was in a daze.

He reached out to pick up the piece of paper, and slowly opened the painting that was a little wrinkled by his grasp, and found that the painting on it was Mr. Song who was happily telling a story, and the children who were listening to his story, Ji Yusheng is also among them.

Looking at Song Shihe's smile in the painting, Ji Yusheng only felt his eyes hurt, he bent his knees, buried his head in the painting, and tried not to let his eyes turn red again.

In the end, they broke up unhappy, obviously wanting to leave good memories.

Doesn't it mean that everything is settled?

Obviously these years, I thought that I would stand side by side with Song Shihe no matter what.

If you are in a painting now, and the painting is reality, it will be fine.

Maybe everything in life still can't go smoothly, and he may have exhausted his desire to meet Mr. Song again after seeing Mr. Song's news in the newspaper.

If he had known this earlier, when he made a wish on his birthday every year, he would not only promise to meet his husband again.

After tidying up his mood and packing his luggage, Ji Yusheng took off his coat and planned to take a shower.

After taking off his clothes, Ji Yusheng felt a little sad again when he saw the clothes that his husband accompanied him to buy.He bit his lip and folded his clothes. When he saw the sign, he suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a while, and took out his phone to check it.

In fact, he didn't have any hope during the investigation, but even if he was rejected, he still couldn't help but want to see the clothes his favorite husband liked.

But when he saw the design concept of "C'estlePrintemps", he felt that his hand holding the mobile phone was shaking violently, and the lines of words became a little blurred, and there were even double images, and he couldn't help crying , his eyes were red, but this time it was different from just now, with more emotion, and his heart was beating fast.

Because he saw the sincerity hidden under the frost.

He knows, he knows, this is the sincerity of Mr.

After going to the orphanage today, seeing Mr. vividly telling stories, and seeing his eyes that are still as clear as before in the sunshine after the rain, he feels that Mr. is still attached to art, the so-called dislike, The so-called choice to abandon is not the truth, it is a butterfly painted with ink, it is a lie.

And now, he can be more sure of it.

The official website shows that the series of "C'estlePrintemps" clothes are new clothes for this spring and summer. There have never been clothes in this series before. The slogan surrounding this series on the website is "In the past long years, after layers of Obstacles and difficulties have been the same until now, and I have been strongly looking forward to, admiring, and calling for our spring. Now, it is spring. C'estlePrintemps!"

It is also a lie that the husband said that he has not been to that store for a long time; it is also a lie that the husband said that he is slowly getting rid of the habit and chooses to gradually forget the past.

Perhaps it is also a lie that the sir said that the wind had blown them away.

Perhaps, as Mr. Song said, in this winter, you feel that everything is barren, but in fact, some things have quietly come to you.

And what he has to do now is to grab the ankle of the goddess wearing a pearl anklet that he left disappointed because he didn't notice it.