as you meet

Hearing these words, Song Shihe paused. He looked at Shengsheng who was looking at him sincerely, and heard the sound of flowers blooming amidst the noise of the rain.

"Do you mean a camera with a voice function? Like siri?" Song Shihe, who felt a little shy because of the sincere and even excessive praise, was embarrassed to accept all these compliments, so he could only cover it up with a joke own excitement and confusion.

"Mr. Song!"

The rain stopped suddenly, and a rainbow appeared between Song Shihe and Ji Yusheng, not only connecting the two eaves, but also connecting them.

As the rainbow slowly connected, Song Shihe smiled and said to Ji Yusheng:

"You are right, this may be the purpose of our existence. Rather than enriching ourselves, we also want to enrich others, and hope to add a color to the single life of others. Because of these, others can look forward to and love this a little bit more. world."

"Shengsheng will become such a person."

"After all, Shengsheng has the ability to make every poet jealous."

Ji Yusheng quickly waved his hand to refute this,

"Mr. Song overestimated me because of you."

"Huh?" Song Shihe raised his eyebrows knowingly, but Ji Yusheng took it seriously, and he sincerely thanked Song Shihe for everything he had brought to him.

"Because of you, I slowly saw those beautiful but shy souls hiding in the paintings and standing quietly on the easels."

"It is the art connoisseurs who endowed my eyes with wings, so that they can see more angles of scenery, flutter and land in different places, and peck at different colors."

"So, thank you, Mr. Song."

"I hope you will keep flying." Song Shihe suddenly said after being silent for a while.

The rain caused the wind to blow the smell of soap bathed in the mud into Ji Yusheng's nostrils, and he also saw Song Shihe with deep eyes.Song Shihe's expression still carried a hint of sadness that Ji Yusheng couldn't understand, and his eyes seemed to turn dark brown because of it, but just for a moment, this sadness flowed into the sewer with a ticking sound along with the falling rain.

After the momentary uncontrollable emotions flowed into the sewer, the voice was full of vigor again.

"Let's go, let's run to winter!"

With this sentence, Song Shihe changed into the way he used to do whatever he wanted, happily pulling Ji Yusheng and running into the rain.

Ji Yusheng, who was suddenly dragged away, staggered and almost fell when he went down the stairs. He thought he heard it wrong, so he shouted in a panic:

"Mr. Song?! Where are we going?"

The rain falling on his hands should have chilled his fingers like the first snow, but Song Shihe's palms felt bursts of heat, as if he was the only one who heard the cicadas singing and the thin wings that were especially agile in the sun in winter. So only he can come and go freely in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"Write poetry in winter."

Song Shihe's voice was particularly clear in the pattering rain, Ji Yusheng was stunned when he heard this sentence, he was trying hard to think about the authenticity of this sentence.

But Chunyu didn't seem to want him to have time to think rationally, so he lost his temper again and spilled the rainwater in his pocket.Ji Yusheng, who couldn't count the number of times he had to wipe his eyes to see the way ahead because of the rain, began to feel some resentment towards the rain.

Seeing this, Song Shihe, who was running, gasped and said to Ji Yusheng:

"Shengsheng, let me tell you a secret."

"what?"

"Rainwater is actually a shuttle. I asked him if he could take us to winter. He frowned and said it was a bit difficult, but he finally agreed."

Then Song Shihe pointed to the sky and joked with a smile,

"It doesn't seem easy."

After hearing these words, Ji Yusheng suddenly felt that his resentment towards the rain had completely disappeared. A shuttle formed by rain and water emerged in his mind, which was flowing, transparent, and gentle. First wrap them with water, and then push them away. Follow them forward.

He originally thought that Song Shihe was joking, but later he discovered that Song Shihe was indeed joking, but they did go to a winter where they could play snowballs and build snowmen.

When we were about to reach the destination, the rain had stopped. After the rain, a rainbow appeared in the clear sky connecting the buildings on the east and west sides of the city. Song Shihe said:

"Look, it's the track to winter."

Then they hold hands and glide along the track, eventually reaching the face of winter.

Song Shihe brought Ji Yusheng to his house, because the French window facing the door was a balcony, but today the French window was not closed tightly, as soon as he entered the house, there was a gust of wind blowing in front of his face, blowing on the wet clothes, making people feel sure. It really gave birth to the illusion that it was the beginning of winter.

Seeing Ji Yusheng shrink back, Song Shihe immediately ran to the room to get a set of clothes and handed them to Ji Yusheng.

"Let's change into a set of clothes first. The wet clothes can be put here to dry first. This set of clothes was given by someone else, but because the size is not suitable, I haven't worn it."

After speaking, he joked:

"You can't catch a cold in winter."

Ji Yusheng took the clothes and said thank you.

"Go straight into the house, then turn right, and at the end of the corridor is the bathroom, where you can change your clothes."

"OK, thanks."

After changing the clothes, Ji Yusheng was surprised to find that although the clothes were still a bit too big, they fit unexpectedly, and even though Song Shihe hadn't worn the clothes, the clothes still had a faint fragrance of ivy.

When he walked out of the corridor, he saw that Song Shihe had already changed his clothes and was squatting on the balcony, not knowing what he was doing.

Ji Yusheng opened the window screen outside the floor-to-ceiling window, walked to Song Shihe and squatted down, he saw Song Shihe was cutting a plastic bottle with scissors, and there were two towels on the small table next to him, so he asked:

"Mr. Song, what are you doing?"

The person beside him turned his head, looked him up, and said:

"Looks like it will be smaller next time."

"what?"

Song Shihe smiled, instead of answering his question, he asked:

"Shengsheng, what do you think winter is?"

When it comes to winter, the first thing Ji Yusheng thinks of is that he went out to play snowball fights and make snowmen with his brothers and sisters when he was a child, so he said:

"Hmm... Snowball fights and snowmen? I remember when I was a child, I always liked to give new clothes to the snowman. After warming it up, I was cried and scolded by my friends, and my mother poked my head with her finger and preached when I got home."

Ji Yusheng was still gesticulating the shape of the snowman with his hand while talking, but after he finished speaking, he found that Song Shihe's eyes had changed into the shape of a crescent moon. He thought Song Shihe was laughing at his childishness, so he scratched his head embarrassedly and said:

"I'm sorry...my associations are too shallow."

Mr. Song should be looking forward to a more special answer. He actually talked about the embarrassing things when he was a child. He should say something more meaningful.