as you meet

Seeing Song Shihe's indifferent attitude, Ji Yusheng, who felt like he was thrown at the door, tightened his grip on the sculpture uncomfortably.At this time, the eaves suddenly showed a gap, as if he didn't want to shelter him from the wind and rain. Drops of rain fell on his neck, and the icy cold rain sprinkled near his heart, coupled with the ruthless crackling of the rain on the eaves. With the sound of patter, Ji Yusheng felt as if his body was buried in deep snow.He bit his blue lips, took a deep breath, and said to Song Shihe's receding back:

"Mr. Song, I am one by one"

But before he finished speaking, Song Shihe turned around and walked towards him expressionlessly.Ji Yusheng felt as if a piece of inferior soap had been stuffed into his throat, making him unable to speak. His hands trembled slightly, and the sculpture almost slipped to the ground and melted in the rain.

Sure enough, Mr. still thinks he is too abrupt, should you drive him away?Mr. has always paid attention to etiquette. Why did the love letter that can be said to be a long time ago and the headline mentioning Song Shihe's seal pen burn his brain like a fire, making him come to Mr. regardless of his brain? , causing him to have no plans at all, let alone any etiquette, Mr. must feel that he is very rude now.

In the past few years, he has always thought that he should be better, more independent and more thoughtful, so that he can make his husband like him. After all, those soul mates are all comparable people.But his current rude behavior has made everything come to naught. This rude self is like the self who achieved nothing and had no firm will. He thought that he could be with his husband more confidently now, but in fact It's as if there isn't at all.

Will the sculpture melt?Where is Mr.'s heart?Will it melt?

If he drives me away, where is he going tonight?The train back to City X has not been available for the past two days.

When Ji Yusheng lowered his head and stared at the sculpture in his hand and thought so, a large towel suddenly covered his body, replacing the eaves as his guardian.

Followed by the voice of Mr. with a trace of imperceptible anger:

"Why don't you open your umbrella properly?"

Feeling that Mr. is helping him arrange the towel on his body so that the towel can completely wrap him, and hearing Mr.'s voice after a long time, Ji Yusheng suddenly feels that the wind and frost have flowed away, and now what is flowing on his body is Mr. familiar The smell of rain and soil and the smell of plant roots.

It's not strong, but it's the smell that moves Ji Yusheng's heart the most, because it's Mr.'s breath, and it's the only smell that can make his nasal cavity sweet.

After staying in an office building with various strong perfumes for several years, and smelling the fragrance of ivy for a long time, Ji Yusheng felt like thousands of new lives emerging in spring, who were allowed to absorb oxygen when they were almost suffocating. , to grow.

This is the oxygen and ivy he has been waiting for for a long time, and he has not seen ivy in the spring for four consecutive years.

Finally in year five, he found his ivy.

"Because I want to run in the rain with you without an umbrella." He wanted to answer this way, and he also wanted to tell his husband that he had carefully read the letter he sent five years ago, and wanted to ask if his heart was still the same as before, but when he remembered The thing and saw the husband's face without warmth but couldn't open his mouth.He was worried that his husband would frown and say that he would not forgive him, or persuade him to move forward and stop being tied up by the previous vines.

While thinking like this, Ji Yusheng suddenly felt his eyes sore, he was thinking: it will melt, it has to melt.

"thank you, sir."

Seeing Ji Yusheng huddled in the towel and looking at him with somewhat fragile but expectant eyes, Song Shihe's eyes sank, and he said a little coldly:

"I'm not your professor anymore, don't you know it best?"

Hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng's heart twitched instantly when he remembered what happened back then.Obviously, the fire in Ji Yusheng's eyes was extinguished. Song Shihe looked away, without looking at Ji Yusheng, and said:

"Come in first, the rain is about to spill into the house."

Then he ignored Ji Yusheng, turned around and entered the room on his own. When he entered the room, he seemed to be still upset about something: Shengsheng, you can't look at me like this, because the ivy is too easily agitated by the spring to bloom.

Seeing Song Shihe's reaction to the title "Sir", Ji Yusheng instantly felt the smell of the ivy washed away by the rain. He tried hard to catch it, but the ivy escaped from his fingers.

Obviously he was the one who asked him to call him that when we met back then, but now he refuses this name in every possible way.Obviously, they would use all kinds of methods to call him Shengsheng back then, but now they don't even want to mention his name.

Ji Yusheng sadly wondered if Song Shihe's intentions back then had disappeared.