as you meet

Hearing this sentence, Song Shihe's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably. He put down the knife, and the knife made a "bang" sound when it touched the disc. Song Shihe clenched his hands into fists, and said indifferently:

"I was too idealistic and arrogant at the time."

He was silent for a while and then said:

"That's not the reality."

At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in from the balcony, causing Ji Yusheng to shrink back, and then he heard Song Shihe say:

"Art has become dust, and when the wind blows, it can't be grasped."

"If the secular smell is like paint, sir, do you still decide to force yourself to inhale a lot?" Ji Yusheng finally asked Song Shihe sadly under the cold wind.

Song Shihe was silent for a while, then replied in a low voice:

"If I moved into a new house, I'd have to live with it, wouldn't I?"

So does it mean that art will be eliminated by the times?And isn't he going to do anything to change that?

Just as Ji Yusheng was thinking sadly, Song Shihe glanced at him, and said coldly:

"But a person like you, what right do you have to question me with these words?"

Ji Yusheng thought that Song Shihe was talking about his past, so he wanted to explain something, but Song Shihe didn't want to continue this topic, stood up, picked up his coat and said:

"Where did you go to the musical? I dropped you off when I went to college."

Ji Yusheng was stunned for a while, then waved his hand and said:

"No, I checked and found out how to get there."

If he was still staying with Song Shihe now, and he was on his way to University A, his emotions would definitely collapse.

Before Ji Yusheng left with his bag on his back, Song Shihe stopped him and said:

"Send me a message when you get home."

Seeing that Ji Yusheng was hesitant when he heard the words, Song Shihe explained again:

"After all, you came here rashly and then left from me. I don't want any surprises."

Ji Yusheng tightened his hand and said:

"I don't have your current phone number. Do I...do I send you a letter?"

Song Shihe was stunned when he heard this sentence, his face seemed to flash a bit of embarrassment, and then a hint of nostalgia, but in just a moment, he returned to his expressionless expression again, he took out the phone from his pocket, handed it Tell Ji Yusheng:

"Don't bother, you enter your phone number here."

-

The weather seemed to be sentimental. It was raining all day long, and it wasn't because of the musical. Ji Yusheng, who came to City Y, first looked for a place to shelter from the rain when he went out.

But Song Shihe's house was remote, surrounded by large open spaces and grasslands, with neither shops nor pavilions.

Ji Yusheng finally found a staircase with a canopy near Song Shihe's house. Although the rain occasionally broke in, he just sat down there because he was very confused. He was full of desolation after listening to Song Shihe's words. Feeling weak, I no longer have the strength to go to those further places.He suddenly came to City Y because he saw in the newspaper that Song Shihe mentioned that he was going to resign from University A, but he was impatient for a while but forgot what he had done, forgot that Song Shihe hated him for his missed appointment, forgot Now he has no qualifications at all, and he can't influence Song Shihe's decision. Now that he knows that Song Shihe has made up his mind to give up art, he only feels a constant pain in his heart, but he has no idea what he can do for Song Shihe now.

In addition, he also learned that his husband has moved away from the relationship he had back then, which made him even more disappointed and confused, because his efforts over the years were to be able to stand side by side with him, to reunite with him after a long separation, and to be with him all the time. Together.But now he can't do both of these things, he feels like he's trapped in a maze, not only bumping into walls repeatedly, but also unable to get out no matter how he walks.

When he squatted on the stairs with his arms folded and drenched in the rain for a long time, shaking all over, the phone rang suddenly, he took out the phone with his hands that were a little frozen, and when he saw that the caller was Song Shihe, Ji Yusheng's hand trembled It got worse, he wiped the screen of the phone with his clothes in a panic, as if wiping it would make his husband understand his mind as clear as mountains and rivers, then he shrank back and covered the phone with his body, so that the phone would not be splashed by the rain I didn't answer the phone until I got wet.

"Hey?"

"Are you almost home?"

Hearing this, Ji Yusheng looked at the dark cloudy sky, took the phone away and saw that it was already afternoon, so he put the phone back to his ear and said:

"Yes, almost home."

There was silence for a while, and said:

"It's also raining in City X?"

Ji Yusheng looked down at his wet shoes, nodded and said:

"Ah."

A cold voice came from the microphone,

"The weather forecast says it will be sunny in City X?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, bringing in all the rain and splashing it on Ji Yusheng's neck. He flinched again, but said to the phone:

"Ah...yes, it's sunny. It was still raining just now. Now it's sunny. The sky is purple on top and yellow on the bottom." Thinking of the past, Ji Yusheng smiled sadly. Like ice cream."

"is it?"

"You have a lot of imagination."

The rain suddenly didn't hit him obliquely. At the same time as the sound came from the mobile phone, Ji Yusheng also heard a familiar voice from nearby.He froze immediately, unable to move.

"If I don't come to you, are you going to sleep in the rain tonight?"

The shrunken Ji Yusheng raised his head and looked at the person holding the umbrella, as if he saw the end point in a maze when he had no clue, tears welled up immediately,

"Mr. Song..." The rain ran down his cheeks from his hair, as if he was silently crying for him.

"Because of the weather, the troupe couldn't make it to City Y, and the performance was postponed. There will be no musicals for five days this week. Everyone was notified two weeks ago, so where are you going to watch the musical today? The stairwell Is it? And you haven’t had a car to go to City X for the past two days, are you going to sleep on the street tonight? Do you like getting caught in the rain and catching a cold that much?” Song Shihe said with a trace of anger.

Hearing these words, Ji Yusheng only felt an indescribable sadness welling up in his heart. For him and his husband, rain was the weather for falling in love before, but now, rain only has the meaning of making people catch a cold.

Seeing Ji Yusheng bowed his head in silence, Song Shihe asked him:

"What? Are you angry about my resignation?"

Hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng mustered up his courage and nodded, raised his head to look directly at Song Shihe and said:

"I just think that my husband will regret it. If that's the case, why give up now?"

Song Shihe stared at him firmly, and said indifferently:

"Don't you know why?"

"Back then, my husband told me to do that if I like it, and also told me to be stubborn about what I like. So the husband who told me these words back then is going to give up the career he loves now?"

"Has sir become a person who fears failure and goes with the flow?"

Song Shihe pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty and said:

"...You think it's all my fault, it's all because I'm cowardly, don't you?"

"That's not what I mean, I just think that if Mr. can persist one by one"

"I've been at it for five years."

Song Shihe said in a low voice:

"I've been on it for five years since that incident."

Not wanting to entangle with Ji Yusheng anymore, Song Shihe stood up, said "It's too cold here, get in the car.", and left without looking back

Ji Yusheng looked at Song Shihe's decisive back, tightened his clothes, took a breath, looked down at the bloodless stairs and murmured:

"It's really cold..."

Ji Yusheng suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have chosen to say these words in winter. The cold air made these words lose their temperature, and the thoughts he wanted to convey were blown away by the wind before reaching the destination.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I've been really busy recently, I'm always stuck in editing... Next week, I'll try to do more writing and editing in a few days off next week... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, thank you for those who are willing to read