Shen Jue followed Yi Mo, looking back three times with each step, her eyes unclear whether it was concern or worry, and finally disappeared into the sunshine. But Yi Mo did not look back, perhaps because he was afraid that after looking back, he would never be able to leave again.
Liu Yan stood there, watching them go away and disappear on this sunny day. The mountain wind picked up his long hair, gently raised it, and then gently put it down again, from the warm and bright day until the sunset. He remained motionless, as if he had become the old, solidified stone statue in the legend waiting for his lover to return.
The weather in June can change at any time. The mountain wind gradually became stronger, and the treetops swayed shadowily in the darkness. "Hulala---" It was as if thousands of leaves played their own voice. With a thunder, bright waves flashed across the sky. Lightning, like daylight. Liu Yan blinked and looked up at the sky. Huge and sparse raindrops suddenly hit his eyes, and then one drop after another, hitting his skin as crisply as falling beans. ring. In an instant, it rained heavily.
For some reason, Liu Yan remembered that not long ago, he was a fool and lived with Yi Mo in this yard. Because there was abundant rain in the mountains, he would often play happily when Yi Mo called him and stopped playing. He immediately went back to the house. . Of course he didn't agree, and kept procrastinating for a long time, with Yimo dragging him home every time.
Often, before the door was closed tightly, heavy rain would pour down, slanting into the house and making his cheeks wet. At this time, Yi Mo would close the doors and windows tightly, pull him to wipe his face, face to face, wipe away the water droplets on his face, and sigh and say: Don't you even know how to hide from the rain?
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