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In fact, in Jiang Huan's eyes, Miao'an has changed a lot.

Miao An's hair has grown, and his glasses have changed. It's only been over two years, but his appearance seems to have matured a lot, with sharper edges and corners, especially his expression looks more serious and serious. Always smiling like before.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Huan spoke, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand, as if wanting to shake hands with Miao An.

Miao An lowered her eyelids and reached out to touch Jiang Huan. He also said "Long time no see", followed by a familiar smile. Jiang Huan pursed his lips, suddenly feeling like his heart had been ground by sand. Subtle pain spread all over his body.

But Miao An didn't know, he still smiled with his eyes bent, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a beautiful arc. He said he had something to talk to Miao Ran, and let Jiang Huan go first.

Miao Ran grabbed Jiang Huan's sleeve at once, he was obviously a little scared, but Jiang Huan had no reason to stay, Miao Ran was Miao An's younger brother, and in front of Miao An, he would always be an outsider.

"You and your brother have a good chat, I'll go first." Jiang Huan stretched out his arm and patted Miao An's shoulder and instructed, "There are still some food in the refrigerator, don't forget to take it out and eat."

After saying this, Jiang Huan lowered his head and walked quickly. He walked a long way, at least he thought it was far away, and couldn't help but look back.

He watched a Japanese drama when he was very young. He remembered that there was a plot in which the hero and heroine walked in two directions after saying goodbye, but the heroine didn’t actually go. She stood there and looked at the hero. back, until the actor turned his head.

At that time Jiang Huan was too young, he didn't understand the meaning of this plot very well, but now he just wants to look back, it doesn't matter if he sees the back of the other party, or he can't see anything, just take a look, that's all.

Jiang Huan stopped and turned to look in the direction of the hotel.

Miao An has changed a lot, but he still loves to wear a windbreaker. When the wind blows, the hem of his clothes flutters. He is still very thin, and the windbreaker that wraps him outlines his body under the blowing of the wind.

The waist is thin and the legs are long. He wears glasses hanging from a chain, raises his eyebrows, and looks at himself.

He didn't call out his name like the heroine in the play.

But Jiang Huan knew that he must be calling himself, calling in his heart, calling over and over again.

He is calling himself to go over, run over, don't hesitate for a moment, if he hesitates at this moment, there will be no more chances.

So Jiang Huan ran over and tried his best.

Miao An stood on the stairs, looking down at Jiang Huan. Jiang Huan ran to the bottom of the stairs and stopped.

Miao An didn't smile, he couldn't fake a smile anymore, but he still hooked his fingers.

Then Jiang Huan walked up to him step by step.

At this time, it was Jiang Huan who looked down at him. After two years, he really grew taller again.

"Can you tell me your current contact information?" Jiang Huan's voice trembled a little.

"No." Miao An said coldly.

"Then can we have dinner together?"

"No."

"Then can we talk?"

"No."

"Then I-"

Jiang Huan lowered his head habitually, and he couldn't help lowering his head every time he talked to Miao An, he never dared to look into Miao An's eyes, Miao An's eyes were like a magic mirror, which could see through people's hearts at once.

"Then can I give you a hug?"

Jiang Huan waited for a long time, maybe it was a long time, anyway, every second was a torment for him.

"No."

Jiang Huan closed his eyes.

"But if it's in the room, maybe

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The title comes from the lyrics of the song "Imagination". Imagine a rainbow after the rain.

The TV series mentioned in the article comes from "Tokyo Love Story"

Today, when I wrote two or three hundred words, I was very sad. I felt that the writing of this article was too bad. It should be said that I did not control the subject well, and then I felt a little sad.

In fact, I have been thinking about this for the past few days, and I feel quite lost.

Then I chatted with my friend and two readers. These three friends advised me to write happily, write what I want to write, and don't embarrass myself.

I thought about it and thought it made sense. Since the data is not very good (it’s a bit embarrassing), why not just write what you want.

In another way of pulling, talk about grown-ups.

Then go to the doctor when you are sick, maybe being a sick friend will help your relationship develop...

Ah, in short, this chapter is very short, but this is the direction... We start on the bed, end on the bed, and then start on the bed...