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Qi Xiao couldn't laugh.

The serious and frightening tone made him unable to laugh at all.

"You ... really?" Knowing that the answer is yes, but hesitant to ask again.

"I'm serious." The other party repeated meticulously.

The person's voice in the earphones seemed to draw closer, and the sense of distance disappeared, as if they were really whispering in their ears.

Qi Qi instinctively moved his body back, and his eyes forgot how to blink.

An unprecedented long silence.

Although Yanbei Xiang didn't speak, he occasionally heard one or two subtle sounds, like something on the mobile desktop. Qi Qi was still stunned, but he spoke softly again: "I just changed the location option to visible, you can take a look."

Qi Qi held her breath, moved her mouse in a trance, and moved to the person's head.

The geographic location displayed by the QQ system according to the ip really appeared-the same province, the same city.

A little rainy icon followed by the city name is also in line with the weather outside the window, as if there were really raindrops falling, one by one knocking on the heart and making a shaking sound. He felt that he was shaking not only his heart, but even his fingers were trembling.

"You, say this suddenly ... I'm really not prepared for anything at all." Qi Qi murmured to herself, with a little laugh, trying not to sound too embarrassed.

"Do you hate it?" The man's voice was low and deep, forbearance and restraint. There is tenderness that people cannot refuse.

"No." Qi Qin answered as calmly as possible.

He had also met and ate meals with friends in his circle before.

But this time it was really sudden. Moreover, this person ... is Yanbei Xiang--

"I really, really want to see you." Yan Beixiang said so. Every word is spoken lightly, but full of emotion.

All unnecessary struggles became pale and weak at this moment, and the last inner wall slowly collapsed.

"Okay." Qi Qin heard herself confused and responded.

Very slowly, he tapped the address of his cell on the keyboard.

It ’s not because it ’s difficult to type with one hand, it ’s just a kind of unrealistic feeling, the strength of the fingers seems to fall on a ball of cotton, and it ca n’t be pressed lightly.

Finish, send.

After the whole process was over, Qi Qi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

After receiving his address, Yanbei also sent him a message. There was no text in the message, only a string of numbers.

"This is my mobile phone number." That said in the headset. I can't hear any emotions, I can't guess the other person's expression, "I will take a vacation tomorrow Saturday, if there is no accident, I can arrive at about 8 am in the morning, and I will call you.

Qi Qi listened blankly, nodding at the screen blankly.

"Tonight, you have a good rest." This is the last sentence before Yanbei Xiang quits the voice chat.

The call ends.

Even if you put down the headphones, that kind of unreality still exists.

Qi Qi felt like a person who had just been picked up from the water. Although she could breathe heavily after she landed, her thoughts could not be sorted out after a while.

He shut down the computer according to his words, and then sat blankly in front of the black screen for a while. Then he picked up his phone and sent a text message to the newly entered number: This is my mobile number, see you tomorrow.

Soon, a reply came-I received it, see you tomorrow.

Qi Qi stared at these short six words, still confused, and did not want to jump out of two words: good night.

"Oh," he inadvertently opened a helpless smile. His fingers touched the warm words across the screen, and he couldn't help but bowed his head and said to himself, "Tense is terribly nervous ... how could it be good night. Come on? "

The light went out with anxious mood, he lay in the bed and listened to the wind and rain outside the window silently, fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day, the rain seemed to get stronger, and the drain kept ringing.

Probably because I had been thinking about it, Qi Zi had opened his eyes early in the morning, and when I saw the time, it was not even seven o'clock. Only the sound of lingering rain could be heard quietly around.

He did not continue to lie in bed and rest, just got up to wash and change clothes.

He planned to put his whole body up and down properly, and he seemed to be less haggard and more spirited. At the first meeting, at least make a good impression.

After using breakfast briefly, Qi Qi had already gone out at 7:30.

There is only one mobile phone in the body, and there is an umbrella as a spare. Today's rain is denser and more urgent than yesterday, and it is estimated that it is inconvenient no matter what means of transportation you come by.

Qi Qi came to the entrance of the corridor and looked at the rain curtain outside, completely unsure of her heart.

He walked to the corner where he had picked up the kitten and bent down to sit down. This location has the best view, and the eaves can cover the rain, so it is suitable for waiting.

Although the rain is covered, the wind cannot cover it. In the early morning of mid-October, the cold winds are expected to be cold, even though a layer of shirt and a layer of jacket can feel cold. The cold caused by Qi Qi has not fully recovered yesterday, and it has a low fever symptom. At the tuyere, he had to hug his knees to keep warm.

Eight o'clock is approaching, but the sky looks like the night is long.

Thick clouds spread over the eaves, and it was covered with pressure, covering this faded city under the rain.

Everything in front of me was like a black-and-white photo printed by a printer running out of color ink, or a movie made from old-fashioned film, as if it had grown a layer of gray mold.

So when the black umbrella appeared, he thought he was still in black and white film and forgot to play.

Black umbrellas and black clothes appeared in such a dark background without traces.

Qi Qi didn't realize that there was a person ahead.

When the phone rang suddenly, he was still staring straight at the large raindrops of beans under the eaves. He heard the ringtone and hurriedly lowered his head to connect the phone.

"Hello?" As he panted, he hurriedly stood up against the wall.

"It's me." For the first time, the familiar voice came from the phone. Not in front of the computer, but in the continuous sound of dense rain in the background, you can even hear the rain smashing on the umbrella and crackling.

Such heavy rain ... thought he would not come.

Qi Qin's heart warmed slightly, both comforting and guilty: "Are you already here?"

The man at the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and said softly: "I have seen you--"

Qi Qi froze.

When answering the phone, my eyes kept looking at the ground in order to be careful that I accidentally stumbled.

After hearing that sentence, he looked up suddenly, and finally saw a person standing quietly in the rain curtain not far away. The faded background makes the person seem to have little sense of existence, because black is more obscure in gray.

The man's umbrella is black, as is the long-sleeved jacket and pants.

The wind and rain slanted down, and the angle of the umbrella obscured the face.

However, just looking at it from a distance, there is a feeling of deja vu.

Qi Qi trance.

He was deeply confused by his fleeting thoughts and took a step back unconsciously.

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Seeming to notice his movements, the man stopped in the rain suddenly took steps and started to approach him. Neither of them had hung up the phone. Except for the sound of raindrops falling, they could hear each other breathing against the microphone.

Qi Qi stared at him as he stepped across the three or two rows of fallen sycamore leaves on the road, and as he stepped closer, the water was rippling in layers, making him a little overwhelmed.

Eventually, the person in front of him stopped at a distance of less than two meters.

When I got closer, I realized that he was holding the umbrella handle very hard, holding the angle of the umbrella firmly, without raising it-still covering his face.

The rain was dense and fast, and the black umbrella was covered with a layer of water mist, dripping water line by line.

The broken raindrops seemed to urge them to break their silence.

"... Yan Beixiang?"

Qi Xiao's call was very light, facing both the microphone and the person, for fear that she might have made a mistake.

Fortunately, the voice coming under the umbrella was the one he was waiting for: "Yes."

I haven't thought about it, within reach.

Qi Qi couldn't use his left hand. If not, he might habitually make the movement to touch the back of his ear.

In order to create a more relaxed atmosphere of conversation, he first laughed, deliberately said to the phone rather than to himself: "Why not put the umbrella away, don't you want me to see your face so much?"

At that time, the man's hand holding the umbrella was slightly tightened, and his knuckles were frozen white in the cold air, still holding on.

"Can you promise me one thing first?" He said.

"What?" Qi Qi raised her head blankly.

"No matter what I look like, don't be surprised." The man's voice has never been so low, or even his throat began to be hoarse, saying it word by word.

It was a pleading tone that rang in front of him and in the handset of his phone.

Qi Po was easy to be soft-hearted, and at this moment he even smiled and comforted: "What are you afraid of, I don't care about your appearance at all. Let it go-I promise you everything."

The man under the umbrella took a deep breath.

The call was terminated at this point, because Qi Qi saw his hand holding the phone and put it down first, and gently pressed the phone.

Then the other hand also moved. It was the hand holding the umbrella, slightly on one side, and a man's face suddenly appeared behind the umbrella. His eyes passed through the raindrops that were continuously drawn between them, and he silently met.

Those eyes have the same black color as the umbrella, which is impressive.

How could it not be profound.

I have never forgotten--

Because I did n’t forget, it hurts. It hurt so much that my eyes couldn't blink.

"... Yan Beixiang?"

Seeing the face clearly, the answer to this question suddenly became strange and terrifying.

He certainly knew what the answer was. It's just that this name is more suitable for this man than this name, or another name.

"... Shen Yan ...?"

Muttered to himself, not answering questions, but answering.

The blood on and off the body seemed to freeze in an instant, and his fingers were terribly cold.

His face was pale like a piece of paper, and he instinctively lowered his head to take a few breaths, and his rapid breathing was particularly sharp in the torrential rain.

"It's me." Answering him was Yan Beixiang's voice, and the man named Shen Yan.

The voice is lower and dumb than the previous two answers, but it is honest.

Qi Qi closed her eyes, just breathing.

The hand holding the phone ran to his mouth to prevent himself from sounding too embarrassed and uncomfortable. However, a pair of tight eyebrows betrayed him easily.

"Qi Qi."

The man in front spoke slowly, calling out his real name.

"You actually ... had seen my last email. Right?"

Qi Qiao didn't admit it, and it was already a default.

The email that has never been replied to is still lying in the folder named "to be deleted". At that time, the emails were always written in the name of Dr. Shen, only the last one was not.

The last one was written by Shen Yan.

He could not reply to the letter written by Shen Yan, just like now, he cannot answer what Shen Yan said.

The rain fell endlessly, but this little place under the wall was isolated.

This is a truly forgotten corner. Only two people exist, only the other side can be seen, and only one breath can be heard together.

There was nothing more than that-even the black umbrella did not know when to put it down. The people under the umbrella came out, walked over the dividing line drawn by rain under the eaves, and came to him.

A thick and sturdy thing fell on his shoulder, a coat. Also took that person's temperature.

The hands gently gathered the two sides of the jacket, and wrapped him firmly inside without touching the plaster tube.

--very warm.

Qi Qi has no strength to struggle, and no reason.

Perhaps because of the warmth of the body, the intellect gradually recovered. The previous shock and drowning suffocation had gone through, and the rest was only hesitant.

Shen Yan is close at hand, regardless of body or breath.

He lowered his head, and even one or two locks of hair touched each other's shirt, and there was a soft rubbing sound.

The hands that put on the coat for yourself did not loosen, and remained on the coat from beginning to end. Shen Yan's strength was hardly felt, because there was no burden on his shoulders, but this seemingly simple movement restricted his movement, preventing him from turning around and leaving.

"... I think, let's go and see the kitten first." Qi Chen suddenly said.

Xiaogui stayed in the clinic for one night. I don't know if I had a good time or how well I recovered.

I tried to raise my hand. The back of my hand lightly touched Shen Yan's left hand clasped on the coat. I didn't make any movement, just touch it. It was only when the hands of the two people were put together that they felt cold and warm.

As if he understood the meaning of his actions, Shen Yan's hand slowly lowered and took a step back.

Cold air refilled.

"I will go with you."

Qi Qi did not look up, did not see Shen Yan's expression at this time.

All he could see was that he picked up the black umbrella on the ground again and opened his own umbrella for him.

However, it seems that there is no intention to retrieve the coat at all-

Qi Zi subconsciously pressed his hand to the position where he had just let it go, as if he was clenched. Before starting to walk into the rain curtain, he can also temporarily recall the temperature there.