When I returned to the alley, it was almost dawn.

Si Sheng held an umbrella and walked a long way in the cold night. The street lights fell into dim light, and the bluestone floor was washed clean and bright by rain.

The door was closed and she pushed it open. The yard was pitch black and there was no light at all.

The high heels hit the ground, making a crisp sound, intertwined with the sound of drizzle, mixed.

“Meow~”

After closing the umbrella, he threw it into the umbrella bucket. Si Sheng leaned over to change his shoes in the entrance hall, and suddenly heard the screams of Frost Eyebrow.

Shuangmei crawled over with her hands and circled around her. As soon as she put down her shoes, she picked up Shuangmei, hugged her in her arms, and walked into the living room.

At this time, the door of Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom was opened, and light was shining out. The young nurse who was taking care of Yi Zhongzheng walked in.

"Miss Si, Grandpa Yi asked you to come in." The nurse told the whisper.

"woke up?"

"Um."

The nurse nodded slightly and stepped aside.

After thinking for a while, Si Sheng walked into Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom with Shuangmei without delay.

Yi Zhongzheng sat up and leaned back on the pillow, getting thinner every day. Si Sheng glanced at him and then lowered his eyelids slightly to avoid his sight.

Si Sheng asked: "Didn't sleep or just woke up?"

"Just woke up."

Yi Zhongzheng's voice was low and hoarse, he paused, turned his head to look at her, and asked slowly, "How is the person?"

With his palm covering Shuangmei's head, Si Sheng replied in a soft voice, "Let's go."

"Um."

Yi Zhongzheng spoke out faintly.

Shaoqing, he told me, "Go and take a hot bath and have some rest."

"Yeah." Si Sheng responded, turned around and wanted to leave, paused again, and turned to him and said, "Spring is here. When the weather is better, I will accompany you out for a walk."

"good."

Yi Zhongzheng closed his eyes slightly and nodded.

*

Nothing to say along the way.

When the car drove outside the unit building, Qin Fan stepped on the brakes and stopped.

Chu Luo gently clenched his seat belt with his fingers, pursed his lips slightly, and looked at the rain that was winding down the car window, without any movement.

Silence for a while.

Looking ahead, Qin Fan didn't go to see her, but just whispered, "Go back and have a good rest. They have no time to find you recently."

“…”

Chu Luo didn't speak.

Qin Fan did not urge her.

The car was silent, outside was a cold city irrigated by the sound of rain, and inside, the narrow space seemed to be in another world, so quiet that even the sound of breathing was clear.

After a long time, Chu Luo took a deep breath and finally asked, "Qin Fan, do you have nothing to say to me?"

His hand unconsciously touched his pocket and touched a pack of cigarettes. Qin Fan did not take it out, but just kneaded it for a few times.

He put his other hand on the steering wheel, turned his head slightly, and spoke easily, "What are you saying?"

"you……"

As he sucked the air carefully, Chu Luo's eyes turned red. He suddenly turned his head and saw Qin Fan's sloppy expression, calm and wandered aside, without any emotion she wanted to see.

The corners of his lips were bitten white, and Chu Luo held the seat belt tightly with his fingers. He became more angry when he opened his mouth, "If you want to break it, just break it clean, and come out to find a sense of existence at any time. Is this fun?"

Qin Fan was slightly stunned, his eyes stayed on her face for a moment.

The lights were not turned on in the car, and the light on the roadside was dim. Chu Luo's face was hidden in the shadow. Her frown eyebrows could be vaguely identified through the vague outline. The anger and sorrow in her eyes were all heard through the air, causing him to breathe.

"oh."

After a while, he spoke with a light tone, as if he was entertaining.

Chu Luo looked at him in a daze. As he exhaled and inhaled, there was a sour feeling brought to his throat. She opened her mouth, with a little tremolo, "Oh what?"

Her gaze was burning like fire. After being stared at by her for two seconds, a strange feeling flowed out of Qin Fan's eyes, but in just a moment, he avoided it.

He gently tapped the steering wheel with his fingers raised his eyes and looked forward, his eyes falling on the roadside shrubs washed by the rain.

"Sorry, I won't be there any more in the future."

His voice was slightly hoarse, a little cheerful, and only a little guilty.

But when the air whirled slightly, the insignificant guilt disappeared.

Chu Luo finally became desperate. After a brief moment of stunned silence, she suddenly lifted the seat belt, unscrewed the car door and walked down.

"Oh, umbrella--"

Qin Fan suddenly turned around and wanted to call her.

However, the only response to him was the sound of closing the door with a "bang". Then, Chu Luo strode towards the unit building, and his firm back had never turned around.

In the car, Qin Fan was still moving, staring at Chu Luo's back and leaving until he completely disappeared into the door.

He didn't leave.

I don’t know how long he had been sitting there, but he took out the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, picked out one and lit it, lit it, and wisps of blue smoke. As soon as the lighter dimmed, there were only a few scattered flames left in the dim car.

The smoke suddenly lingered. He opened a little car window, and a cool wind slapped in, dispelling the smoke.

He sucked one by one.

The dark sky gradually turned blue and white, and the sky was about to dawn.

There was only one cigarette left in the cigarette box. He grabbed the cigarette box into a ball. He stared at it for a long time, and then took out his cell phone.

The phone rang three times and was answered.

"What's wrong?"

Song Qingming's voice was still stained with sleepiness in the early morning.

In his palm was a torn cigarette box. He turned his head slightly, and the harsh morning breeze blew towards him. He whispered, "I'm a little reluctant to part with you."

“…”

"Grandpa Chu Luo has left, and she will have no relatives from now on."

“…”

"I want you to take care of you. If you think about it carefully, I'd better forget it. I'm afraid she likes you."

“…”

"Si Sheng is in a bad mood, and people leave as soon as they say they want. She values ​​love and friendship, and has such a good relationship with Grandpa Yi. No matter how long she is, she will not be able to make this mental preparation."

“…”

...

Qin Fan was always talking.

The sound was getting lower and lower, and in the morning wind, it was impossible to tell.

Finally, Qin Fan said: "I still have a lot of things to do."

His voice was low and weak, and he dissipated as soon as the wind blew.

Song Qingming finally spoke, very light, but heavy, "Well, go and do it."

As soon as my eyes blinked, the corners of my eyes were burned, and in a daze, something seemed to fall.

*

This rain lasted for several days.

The spring rain continued, and the whole city was soaked by rain. Not only did the temperature not rise, the cold penetrated every corner, silently.

Late at night, quiet.

Si Sheng suddenly woke up, and the moment he opened his eyes, he suddenly sat up.

The darkness was all over her eyes. Si Sheng looked around the bedroom in a daze. After a few seconds, she lifted the quilt and walked out of the bedroom in vain.

The moment he pushed open Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom, the sleepy caregiver was shocked and almost rushed up from the recliner.

Without turning on the light, she walked straight to the bed, looked at the figure lying on the bed, her fingers trembled slightly, and sent them to the tip of the old man's nose.

The movements of breathing are extremely gentle.
To be continued...