Chapter 1

At the end of October, Ruchuan city has entered the late autumn.

The whole city rained for several days in succession. The tide in the air is like ice, alternating cold and wet. Heavy rain seems to have no trend to stop, occasionally hit the window, issued a clattering sound.

Inside the closed room, the shading curtain covers the scenery outside. The white wooden door panel is inlaid with three silver locks, one row down, looking depressed and gloomy.

The ceiling light is on. The warm yellow light is soft. The room is bright, not like the light when you fall asleep.

But in this light.

The bed by the window has a pink blue quilt.

The girl huddled inside, her eyes closed. Show half a white face, and soft hair.

It seems that I didn't sleep very well. Although shunian didn't move all the time, his face was pale. There was a bluish gray under his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled from time to time. Haggard and restless.

All of a sudden.

There was a click in the distance, clear and loud.

It's the sound of the entrance door being opened.

Shunian's heart was palpitating and he immediately opened his eyes. She had a dull look, and woke up with a cold sweat on her forehead.

Remembering the voice just heard, shunian slowly got out of bed with a faint gasp in his throat. She stepped on the soft carpet and stopped at the door.

Standing here, I can hear her mother Deng Qingyu talking to herself.

But she is still a very vigilant appearance, pulled open the bottom of the two locks, leaving only the top chain lock. Shunian carefully opened the door, only opened a small gap.

After confirming that the person outside was Deng Qingyu, shunian relaxed completely. She pursed her lips, scratched her head, and searched for the slippers she had been kicked to.

Put it on and walk out of the room.

The house is not big, about 50 square meters. One room, one living room, one bathroom, with a small balcony. At this time the curtain has been opened, French windows, in addition to the lush camphor tree, can only see the continuous downward rain.

The sky was gloomy and night had not yet come.

There is a slight wind coming in from the crack of the window, like mixed with ice.

Shunian could not help shivering.

There was no carpet in the living room, and the sound of slippers slapping the floor was not small, which soon attracted Deng Qingyu's eyes.

"Why are you so pale? Didn't sleep well? "

Shunian shook his head and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"I called you yesterday. I heard you coughed. Your aunt just sent a box of pears and brought some to you." Deng Qingyu pointed to the kitchen, "put a bag in the refrigerator. Now I'm going to stew you a sugar Sydney

Shunian picked up the hot kettle on the tea table, filled the water beside the water dispenser, and gave a warm answer.

"Thank you, mom."

After a while, Deng Qingyu cleaned up the living room and said, "you should pay more attention to the recent season. Don't always close the windows. Pay attention to the ventilation. Don't get sick. "

Shunian nodded: "OK."

Half full of water, the book read holding the kettle back to the tea table, began to boil water.

The power of the hot kettle is high, and it doesn't take long for it to boil and smoke. Shunian opened the plastic bag on the tea table, took out several boxes of medicine and looked at the instructions carefully.

Deng Qingyu could not spare time. She straightened the pillow on the sofa and asked casually, "I don't think you have a fever, do you?"

Shunian looked up and said, "no, I have a cough."

Deng Qingyu didn't say anything more. She glanced at the book.

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes again. Her eyes were fixed on the small words on the paper. She looked very serious.

Later, Deng Qingyu went into the kitchen.

When Deng Qingyu comes back to the living room, she finds that Shu Nian is still in the same posture as before. Straight back, soft hair down, slightly fluffy.

Her features are small and soft, and she looks like a child who hasn't grown up yet.

She kicked the slippers at the bottom in a disorderly way.

"What's this?" Deng Qingyu walked up to her and suddenly remembered, "is it Thursday today? Are you going to see a psychologist later? "

"Well." Shunian put the medicine away and put it away again. "Every week."

The atmosphere returned to silence.

Deng Qingyu squatted down and put her slippers in order. Her voice was small and cautious: "Niannian, you said that you have been seeing this psychologist for almost a year. Do you think it's effective..."

Read a book, seriously thinking for a moment, hesitated back: "there should be."

Deng Qingyu's expression was eager to talk, but she didn't say anything at last. She reached out and rubbed her head: "that's good."

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Deng Qingyu showed a smile, "Mom will ask about your situation."

Seeing this, Shu Nian recalled what the doctor said to her last week: "the last time I went, the doctor told me that if I continued treatment, I could go once every two weeks in a while. This cycle will slowly lengthen. ""And then it's all right, isn't it?" Deng Qingyu's mood suddenly got better, and he had the idea of joking, "mom is still waiting for you to bring a boyfriend back."

Suddenly jumped a topic, the book reads a moment to stop, look at her in consternation.

Deng Qingyu couldn't help laughing: "how this expression."

"That's it." Shunian didn't know what to say. After a long time, he just said, "Mom, are you worried?"

Deng Qingyu said, "it's not urgent."

Smell speech, the book read a relief: "that I wait for the disease thoroughly good again to look for?"? When the time comes, find a good-looking one, so that your mother will feel comfortable looking at it. "

Deng Qingyu shakes her head and disagrees: "a good-looking man is not reliable."

Shunian choked on her words, coughed twice and muttered in a low voice: "it's not good-looking. Even if it's reliable, I don't feel happy..."

“……”

After a long time, Deng Qingyu looked at the clock on the wall and packed up her things: "it's almost four o'clock. Mom is going to pick up your brother from school. Remember to drink sugar Sydney. I have a lot of stew. Please bring some for officer he. "

Shunian stood up to see her off and said vaguely, "I can finish it."

Deng Qingyu couldn't see her stingy appearance. She frowned and said, "do you still want a good-looking boyfriend like this?"

“……”

I said goodbye to Deng Qingyu and shunian closed the door.

The room was quiet for a moment.

This kind of atmosphere makes shunian feel at a loss. She hangs her eyes, twists her hand and locks the door. Back to the balcony, the French window opened by Deng Qingyu was re locked.

It's neat and straightforward, like it's done a million times.

Think of Deng Qingyu just let her pay attention to the words of ventilation.

Shunian hesitated, opened a small gap for the French window, and then drew the curtain.

A little rustle.

After eating Bing Tang Xue Li, Shu Nian cleans the dishes. When she passed the French window, she closed it again. Then she went back to the room, changed her clothes and went out.

It took him about ten minutes to walk to the hospital in the center of the city. On the fifth floor, to the psychiatric department for an hour of psychological treatment.

After the end of the book read to the downstairs internal medicine to find a doctor prescribed some cold medicine.

I don't know why, there are too many personalities in this period, which is a little delayed. When the book came out of the hospital, the sky was half dark.

The street lights outside the hospital are bright, and long shadows are drawn out one after another on the concrete floor. The rain is getting smaller, pattering, stained by white light, crashing down.

There are still people coming and going. But not much, very quiet.

Shunian wants to get home before dark, and his pace is much faster than before. Before opening the umbrella, she subconsciously looked around.

Suddenly I noticed that there was a lonely person like her.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, his forehead hair was fine and slightly long, slightly covering his eyebrows and eyes. Half of his face was backlit, drowned in the darkness, obscure and obscure, with a sullen ferocity.

It's quiet.

Soon, shunian regained his sight. Suddenly remembered what, the movement pauses, looked once more in the past.

The lips opened and froze.

…… She seems to know him.

The strength of shunian holding the umbrella tightened a little, his eyes were at a loss, frozen in the same place. His eyes stopped on the wheelchair under him, trying to say something, but he was dumb because of the picture.

I don't know. After a few minutes.

The man suddenly raised his eyes, and his eyes swept over her. But it is strange, not even a second to stay. Her breath stagnated and her throat was strangled by her ice like eyes.

It's still raining.

There is Hula wind around, accompanied by a piercing chill.

Shunian took a deep breath, squeezed the palm of his hand to cheer him up, and walked over. The voice is small and gentle, with a bit of uncertainty: "Xie Ruhe?"

Hearing the sound, the man looked over and fixed his eyes on her, revealing his whole face. It's a very beautiful man. Peach blossom eyes, wrinkled double eyelids, pale face. It's a sentimental face, but it's as cold as ice.

The temperature of the whole body seems to have dropped a few minutes.

Shunian pursed his lips, a little at a loss, and subconsciously handed him the umbrella.

"Don't you have an umbrella? Or I - "

the man does not finish listening, no longer stay.

His expression did not change from beginning to end. He moved his wheelchair and went directly into the rain.

Shunian stood in the same place for a while without catching up. She didn't look at him anymore. He opened his umbrella, went around the puddle in front of him and went home.

When Fang Wencheng drives to the hospital gate, he happens to see a picture of a woman talking to Xie Ruhe.

The next moment, Xie Ruhe suddenly had a movement, silent out of the rain. This action without warning startled Fang Wencheng. He immediately opened the door and ran in his direction with his umbrella.

"Young master." Fang Wencheng put most of his umbrella over him and said anxiously, "how did you get out of the rain..."Xie Ruhe didn't speak. He was half wet, and his eyes were black and heavy. Pale skin, can clearly see the purple blood under the eyes, the curvature of the jaw sharp cool.

Fang Wencheng is also used to it and continues: "Mr. Ji just called me to let you go back to Ji's house."

I got in the car.

Following the rearview mirror, Fang Wencheng finds that Xie Ruhe's face is not very good-looking.

At this point, he was looking out the window. The drops also slide down the side face, dripping from the chin. Eyes like thick ink general, dyed depressed, touching the person in the distance.

Fang Wencheng looked along his line of sight.

It's the woman who just talked to him.

Fang Wencheng started the car: "young master, do you know that young lady? Would you like to take her? "

Xie Ruhe takes back his sight and slowly closes his eyes.

His reaction was expected by Fang Wencheng, so he didn't continue to mention: "someone robbed the parking space just now. I went to help, so I lost some time."

“……”

Xie Ruhe's eyelids moved slightly.

"I don't know how many days it will rain." Fang Wencheng said helplessly, "the drainage system in the south district is not well done, the roads are flooded, and there are always traffic jams. Mr. Ji is still waiting for you, and I don't know if I can arrive before 8 o'clock - "

the man in the back seat suddenly interrupted him:" follow up. "

Fang Wencheng Leng next, did not respond: "ah?"

Probably because he didn't speak for a long time, Xie Ruhe's voice was a little hoarse, deep and heavy, like red wine in the dark. He turned his head, opened his eyes again and looked out of the window.

For a long time.

Three more words came from behind. Low voice, with cool. No waves, no waves.

"Follow her."