as you meet

Ji Yusheng originally thought that Song Shihe would be at least slightly moved by the remembrance of their past, but Song Shihe just stared at the sculpture expressionlessly, with no intention of taking it at all, and used his whole body to express that he had nothing to do with the sculpture relation.

When Ji Yusheng's hands started to feel sore, Song Shihe finally raised his eyes to look at Ji Yusheng, looked at him with barren eyes, and asked without warmth:

"What do you want this time?"

Ji Yusheng was stunned holding the sculpture, opened his mouth and asked at a loss:

"what?"

Song Shihe asked again with a blank expression:

"I wanted a job and a letter of recommendation then, what about this time? What do I want this time?"

Ji Yusheng's hand holding the sculpture began to tremble slightly because of these words, or because it hadn't been picked up after holding it for a long time. He said:

"I didn't want those."

After speaking, I found that not only was my hand holding the sculpture, but even my voice trembled as if walking a tightrope.

Song Shihe sneered when he heard the words, and said in obvious disbelief:

"Didn't you want those?"

His eyes were covered with a layer of mist with the growing storm outside the window, and the mist froze at the moment it was spit out because the temperature was too low, hitting Ji Yusheng one after another like hail in winter.

"Before I get those, I always have expectations for you, and after I get them, I miss the appointment. Didn't you want those?"

"There was a reason for the missed appointment back then, I'm sorry..."

Song Shihe turned around when he heard the words, stared at Ji Yusheng and asked:

"Is there a reason? What reason?"

Ji Yusheng couldn't tell Song Shihe the truth about what happened back then, so he could only say:

"... Please believe that whether it was me then or now, I have been looking forward to that day."

Song Shihe's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice:

"Ji Yusheng, you lied to me again."

Hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng's fingers trembled.The rain seems to have been eavesdropping on their conversation, and suddenly increased with this sentence. Song Shihe was silent for a while and said:

"Rain is honest, no one can tell a lie."

As several drops of rain fell vigorously on the eaves and made a loud noise, Song Shihe looked out the window, looked at the raindrops that had nowhere to fall and said:

"The day I was waiting for you at the art exhibition, it was also raining. I always thought it was a good omen. After all, every moment of my heart for you seems to be inseparable from the rain."

"Even if the rain turned into a storm, I firmly believed that you would come. But then I found out that the storm was just a pure, destructive storm, and I shouldn't give it any meaning."

"Actually, it's not just the storm," Song Shihe said mockingly, "It should be said that I have over-interpreted everything."

"The so-called clear sky and rain, the so-called iridescent, and the so-called snow seen in summer are actually just ordinary words like weather, and I care too much."

Seeing Song Shihe twitching the corners of his mouth and continuing to say something that made him sad, Ji Yusheng said anxiously:

"No, it's not like that, those are meaningful as Mr. said. I didn't come this time, I didn't want anything, I just wanted to express my true one"

Song Shihe didn't wait for him to finish saying the word "sincerity", he interrupted him, and said indifferently:

"Yes, you shouldn't be planning anything now."

He lowered his eyes and whispered:

"Because now I have nothing."

After a while, Song Shihe raised his head again, looked at Ji Yusheng and said:

"Sorry, I can't understand what you said. I lost the qualification to correct your homework back then, so I didn't see your work."

Ji Yusheng's face turned pale when he heard these words, and the hand holding the sculpture began to hang down feebly, but Song Shihe continued:

"Writing letters is outdated. Advanced technology makes life more convenient. No one writes letters anymore."

With a shake of Ji Yusheng's hand, the sculpture fell to the ground, and the ivy and the boy were separated, and the connection between them became pieces.As the sculpture fell, there was a rustling sound outside the window.

Song Shihe glanced out the window, stared at the bottom of the floor-to-ceiling window and thought for a while, then walked to the door, picked up a coat and umbrella, and said to Ji Yusheng before going out:

"It's getting late, you should go to bed early. Although your room is not as big as the main room, it is also very comfortable. You are welcome to use it casually, and have a good rest."

After Song Shihe said this, he picked up his umbrella and planned to go out. Ji Yusheng thought that Song Shihe would not come back after going out, so he mustered up the courage to call him:

"Mr. Song, do you still remember every clear sky and rain we ran together? That's why it's called Serein..."

Serein followed Song Shihe to put on his shoes and stood up and yawned. When he heard Ji Yusheng calling him, he bared his teeth at him.

Song Shihe turned his back to him, interrupted him and said:

"I said it was just raining on the day I brought it back, so I called it Serein."

"I'm sorry, Serein is not like me, he doesn't know how to hide his thoughts, and he doesn't know how to respect others. I apologize for it."

After saying these resolute words, Song Shihe opened the door and went out, leaving Ji Yusheng alone in the living room, looking at the broken sculpture with red eyes, and the only sound in the living room was the noisy sound of the hair dryer.Ji Yusheng felt as if he was still drenched in the rain alone on the street, with the sound of the cold wind blowing in his ears, and the whole street was empty, except for him, who didn't have an umbrella.

It was obviously just a way of hospitality, but he regarded it as an unforgettable old relationship, and he still had the hope in his heart that he could fulfill the unfulfilled agreement back then, but now no one knows better than him that this is impossible.

Now he seems to be running to the orchard when he heard that the fruit is about to be in season, but he forgot that at this time, the owner of the orchard does not welcome his disturbance, and even because of his arrival, it is clearly in the flowering period. The flowers and fruits all withered.

It's annoying, that's why he would rather put down the orchard and stay away from him.

Just as Ji Yusheng was about to drag his exhausted body back to his room, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside the window.Worried about what happened to Song Shihe, he immediately opened the door and ran out without hesitation, ignoring whether he would catch a cold, nor remembering to take an umbrella, but thinking of what happened to Mr. Song, he ran out.

When he saw that scene, the first thought that came to Ji Yusheng's mind was that the husband is so affectionate to all things, but the current self, no matter what he does, can no longer get the care of the husband.

After he ran out, he saw Song Shihe standing next to the trash can with an umbrella, looking down at the overturned trash can and two little squirrels lying in the trash.Song Shihe, who looked down at them and opened umbrellas for them, turned his head when he heard the sound, and frowned when he saw Ji Yusheng who was flustered in the distance.

Yes, Mr. Song was originally a person who would be happy to see anything, but when he saw himself, he would frown, show a disgusted expression, and say warm words.

"What are you doing out here?" Song Shihe said with anger hidden in his words. After he said this, he lightly kicked the trash can, and the two little squirrels ran back to the woods. Presumably the two of them should be there Have your own tree house with shelter from wind and rain.

The rain covered Ji Yusheng's eyes, and he half-opened his eyes, looked at the angry Song Shihe and said helplessly:

"I heard a voice, and I'm a little worried about you..." Before Ji Yusheng finished speaking, he vaguely saw Song Shihe walking towards him, and stopped in front of him to hold an umbrella for him.

"Can't you just be a little more conscious of your body?"

After being protected by Song Shihe and returning to the house, Song Shihe said after entering the door:

"Hurry up and change your clothes yourself, and then go to bed earlier."

After finishing speaking, he was about to go out again, Ji Yusheng grabbed him in a panic, Song Shihe thought he was not standing firmly, so he immediately supported him and asked:

"Feel cold?"

Ji Yu hung his head firmly, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Song...can you not leave?"

He felt that this might be the last time, so he wanted to spend a little longer with his husband.

Song Shihe was stunned, so Ji Yusheng lowered his head and said:

"Just tonight, can you stay here?"

"If, if it's because you don't want to see me again, I can leave..."

Seeing that Song Shihe was silent and did not answer, Ji Yusheng could only withdraw his hand tremblingly.But when he withdrew his hand, he heard Song Shihe sighed softly and said:

"The trash can was knocked over by a squirrel. I'll clean it up, otherwise there will be other animals coming to the trash can tomorrow morning. There is glass in it, which will scratch them."

Only then did Ji Yusheng raise his head, and stared blankly at Song Shihe.So Song Shihe didn't want to leave because of his abrupt confession, or because he stayed here?

"Just for a while, I'll be back soon." Song Shihe said again.

"...it is good."

"Hand" was silent for a while, and Song Shihe suddenly said again.

"?"

"Can you let go?"

Only then did Ji Yusheng realize that he looked down and saw that he was holding Song Shihe's hand tightly, so he immediately let go.

"...Excuse me."

"fine."

Song Shihe waited for Ji Yusheng to let go, looked at him and said in a soft tone:

"It's late, you should rest first."

After that, he opened the door and went out.

After Ji Yusheng returned to the room, he had been standing by the window to watch when Song Shihe would return to the room. After he confirmed that Song Shihe had returned to the room, he lay on the bed thinking about the past and had no sleep all night, which caused his eyes to be swollen when he woke up in the morning.

In the early morning of the second day, Ji Yusheng opened the window and found a dewy rose outside the window.He had read a poem by Mr., which means I have been crying for you all night.All things are indeed sentient, knowing that his heart was crying for his husband all night, he resisted the sourness that appeared again, packed his things and planned to leave.After all, for Song Shihe, that agreement is meaningless because of his own failure, so why should he stay and show that he is trapped in the past, which is embarrassing.

Roses will fall into the abyss, and the pen will be too blunt to write, but Ji Yusheng never thought that such a day would come when they were alive.

Ji Yusheng wanted to leave quietly, but when he went downstairs with his bag on his back, he saw Song Shihe dressed neatly, holding two breakfasts as if nothing happened yesterday, and greeted him with his usual expression.

"Wake up? Come down and have breakfast."

After that, he put two breakfasts on the dining table.

Ji Yusheng thought sadly, the dewy roses only appeared in front of his window, and he was the only one with red and swollen eyes, Mr. really doesn't care about him, right?

"Where is Mr. Song going today?" Ji Yusheng picked up a croissant and asked.

"Go to University A." Song Shihe lowered his head and said while cutting the fried egg.

Ji Yusheng could guess what Song Shihe was going to do in college from the news in the newspaper these days, and he suddenly remembered that his biggest purpose in coming here was to persuade him not to give up, but later he forgot because Song Shihe mercilessly rejected his intention. such an important thing.

He knew that he would never have a chance to talk to Song Shihe after today, and he also knew that Song Shihe himself probably didn't want to give up art, so even in the end he still decided to tell Song Shihe that he had been inspired and redeemed by him countless times. He is a person who continues his art, I hope he will not give up, so Ji Yusheng said:

"Mr. Song,"

"?" Song Shihe stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you going to formally submit your resignation letter to the university?"

Song Shihe's heart twitched at first, and he felt heartache when he saw Ji Yusheng's frail and haggard appearance. He adjusted his expression and nodded with a straight face.After being silent for a long time, he mustered up the courage to ask cautiously:

"Can you not resign?"

Song Shihe was stunned for a moment, and Ji Yusheng said again:

"Mr. is rich in knowledge and good at observing and capturing beauty. It is the light of many works of art. Mr. should not let them go out, but should keep them burning and endless."

Realizing that Ji Yusheng was still persuading him to think twice about resigning, Song Shihe was silent for a while, then looked up at Ji Yusheng, smiled weakly, and shook his head.

"The number of students in our department is decreasing every year. There is no oxygen for them to burn."

"There's been a lack of oxygen in the arts here since the school decided to merge with the Art Faculty."

"It's so funny. At that time, the school was established with art, but now it only has art in its name, but there is no art in it."

Hearing this answer, Ji Yusheng's heart ached slightly as if it had passed through the thorns of roses, because he clearly understood how much Song Shihe liked art before, but the reality was extremely cruel. He ruthlessly witnessed the disappearance of precious things and stood by. This decision must have been made after extreme disappointment.

Thinking about this, Ji Yusheng fell silent, and the only sound in the air was the sound of tableware hitting the glass plate.Song Shihe broke the silence and said:

"It's okay, after so many years, I'm tired of it."

Ji Yusheng tightened the fork in his hand, but the palm of his hand was frozen, like a sudden pain in his heart.

"Don't you like art, sir?"

Song Shihe's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Well, tired of it."

When Song Shihe answered, Ji Yusheng saw the extinguished fire in his eyes, and Song Shihe lowered his head again before he saw if there was any fire that could be rekindled.

Seeing that Ji Yusheng was obviously depressed, Song Shihe lowered his head and said:

"Times change and there are always things that are left behind, and that's normal and to be expected."

Hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng shouted a mouthful of croissants but couldn't help but say:

"But art is irreplaceable, isn't it? There won't be anything else that can touch people's hearts like that."

Ji Yusheng buried his head low and said in a muffled voice:

"So why throw away all the good things."

Ji Yusheng couldn't help crying while speaking.

Song Shihe sliced ​​the fried egg as if nothing had happened, and said:

"What is beautiful in your eyes may be a drag on the times in the eyes of most people, outdated garbage, what they think, you can't easily persuade them to change their minds, they are to you, and you are to them. "

Song Shihe looked down at his watch and reminded:

"It's almost time, we have to hurry up and go out."

Ji Yusheng suddenly felt that the croissant in his mouth was very dry. He wiped his eyes quietly, raised his head and asked Song Shihe with red eyes:

"Because most people think differently from you, so sir is giving up?"

"Human beings are still alive, but art is immortal. Didn't you say that? You want art to disappear even though it exists now?"

The author has something to say:

Although I am a little sorry for the plot, today is Shengsheng’s birthday if there is no miscalculation. Last year today, it seems that they just met. We celebrated together.

Although a bit out of date

Shengsheng, happy birthday.