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"Okay, I will participate." Ji Yusheng felt that with the help of Song Shihe, his steps towards this artistic dream became more and more firm.

Song Shihe looked at Ji Yusheng with joy, he saw the sunlight outside the window gently falling on the ends of Shengsheng's hair, as if the fingertips of the Muse were curling his hair, telling him that Shengsheng was burning and he would shine Yes, he will be a man who shines even in the dark as before.

Song Shihe slightly suppressed his excitement because of this, and asked Ji Yusheng instead:

"Does Shengsheng plan to participate in the school's poetry writing competition?"

Speaking of this topic, Ji Yusheng lowered his head slightly again, then shook his head.

"I do not know."

"what?"

As soon as Song Shihe asked this, the raindrops hit the glass window, making an ear-piercing pattering sound.

"I don't know how to write poems very much. Unlike Mr. Song who writes and writes, I don't have any talent. Even if I rack my brains to write, they are all mediocre words. They have no appeal and no value."

"Poetry is also a kind of art, and I think Shengsheng is very talented in art. Of course, this is just my feeling. Art is something that is difficult to measure rationally. There is no absolute talent. I just think that Shengsheng has many ideas, which are very special. It feels like on a dry planet, everyone sees the endless wasteland, but only you see the only rose on the wasteland. I think this is your talent." Song Shihe said in a deep voice.

"So, want to try?"

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and some people in the coffee shop became impatient.

"Why is it getting bigger and bigger? I still have to rush home?"

"The most annoying thing in this season is the rain. It makes me wet all over. It's annoying to death."

"Oh, why doesn't it stop raining?"

The rain outside and people's irritability seemed to be urging Ji Yusheng to answer, but Song Shihe didn't. He slowly and leisurely took a sip of coffee and looked out the window.

"I think rainy days are the best weather." It's the most suitable weather for romantic love.

After hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng clenched his fists.

"I want to try." Ji Yusheng said suddenly.

Song Shihe put down his coffee without any surprise, nodded and said:

"Is the coffee finished? Let's go when we're done."

"It's over, but where are we going?"

Song Shihe didn't answer, he took Ji Yusheng's hand with a smile and said:

"Go for inspiration."

Ji Yusheng, who was dragged away by Song Shihe, was still hesitating before walking out of the coffee shop.

"We don't have umbrellas, but it's raining outside."

Song Shihe didn't answer his question, but instead asked Ji Yusheng:

"Do you like rainy days?"

"I...have no particular likes or dislikes."

"Then why don't you just try to like it." Song Shihe ran out of the coffee shop with a smile and pulled Ji Yusheng without waiting for Ji Yusheng's response after saying this.

With the sound of "clang" when the door was pushed open, the rain splashed onto the hair and eyebrows of Song Shihe and Ji Yusheng, and then flowed down the cheeks, nose and chin onto the clothes.

Seeing that Shengsheng couldn't open his eyes from the beating of the rain, Song Shihe picked up his coat to cover him from the rain.

They ran side by side, although the coats on their hair and shoulders could barely hold the umbrellas for them, but every time they took a step, the rain on the road would pour an inch onto the trousers of both of them, and when one stepped down, the other's trousers would collapse suffer even more.

Because the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it hit people's eyebrows densely, making people unable to open their eyes, so Song Shihe took Ji Yusheng and ran under the same roof.

"Is it cold?" Song Shihe asked him with a smile, tossing his hair.

"Not cold, very cool."

Ji Yusheng saw the rain dripping drop by drop from Song Shihe's hair, and felt as if he was looking at a model through the dewy glass. The fluffy hair was tightly pressed against Song Shihe's cheek. The superior silhouette appears more attractive and rare.

"What's wrong?" Song Shihe asked Ji Yusheng who was staring at him blankly.

"It's beautiful."

"What?" Song Shihe, who was wiping the rain off his face with his hands, immediately stopped and asked in surprise.

Realizing what he was talking about, Ji Yusheng's eyes suddenly dodged again, and he lowered his head after his ears turned red.

Song Shihe spent a while digesting Ji Yusheng's words, and finally thought of the most satisfactory and reasonable answer. His mood suddenly became very joyful and happy. He felt that Ji Yusheng was like a careless garden owner in his inner garden. , Only come back to water occasionally, but I don’t know that every time I water, there will be new births in the garden, maybe roses, maybe hydrangeas, but the garden owner has never looked carefully.

Song Shihe looked at Ji Yusheng, and suddenly realized that he happened to be wearing a white shirt today. After being baptized by the rain, the skin inside the shirt was slightly exposed, and the beautiful curves of his body were also faintly visible. Fortunately, the folds of the clothes could barely hide it. Otherwise, Song Shihe felt that he might wrap him tightly with his own clothes, maybe leaving only his head or hair outside.

Song Shihe's eyes sank slightly as the rain fell, and then he put his coat on Ji Yusheng.

It's just that all of this was too coincidental, so Song Shihe wanted to protest to the owner of the garden a little bit, so that he could face up to his own feelings.

"Shengsheng, do you know what it means if an artist tells you that he wants to run with you in the rain?"