?"Who are you dreaming about? A boy or a girl?" Zhang Wenyu has always gossiped, let alone the gossip of good brothers who have been in love until now.

"It's a girl."

"She is an artist?"

"Probably not."

"You kid won't have secret feelings anymore, right?"

Zhang Wenyu stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Wen Yiran's puzzled face, as if he was digging deep into the ground to find out why. He also became curious about this girl, and Wen Yiran had to tell everything

He talked about what happened between him and her.

"I feel like she and I are destined, even though we have only met twice, three times to be exact."

"Don't think too much, just let nature take its course. We in this industry still have to be cautious in everything we do."

Although Zhang Wenyu often laughs and laughs on the surface, he is very serious when he is serious. Every time he gives Wen Yiran some advice, he is very useful.

After Xiaowei and Zhang Weimo returned to the apartment, Zhang Weimo took the initiative to ease the embarrassment and discussed with Xiaowei about ordering some barbecue takeout. When he saw that there were unread messages on WeChat, he opened WeChat and it was obviously from Chen Yuhuang.

When applying for a friend, she knew his avatar very well. Zhang Weimo decided to let go of his previous obsession and treat him as the most ordinary friend, so he simply agreed.

When the takeaway arrived, Zhang Weimo asked Xiaowei, who was doing laundry, to come to the table to have something to eat, and they started chatting again.

"Xiaowei, I have nothing to do with him anyway, so you don't have to be careful not to mention him."

"Um…"

…

They were talking and laughing as before, like long-lost sisters.

"By the way, Xiao Momo, the hospital wants me to be on duty tomorrow, so you can go shopping in Beijing by yourself."

"Okay."

"Don't get lost. If you need anything, message me on WeChat."

"I have a map on my phone. Don't worry, I'm no longer a road addict."

Night is the coolest time in summer. Beijing’s nights are very lively. You can also see scattered people on the road in the early morning. Zhang Weimo took Xiaowei to ride a bicycle. They rode from Dongdan to Tiananmen and then along Chang’an Avenue.

I rode to Xidan, singing songs on the deserted road, and became quiet again when I saw people.

Wen Yiran was also a night owl because he often couldn't sleep on time due to work. He sat on the sofa in the apartment and played games out of boredom. He was used to being alone and quiet, so he slowly put down the game and picked up the game.

I picked up my phone and checked Weibo and WeChat.

“Night ride with Xiaowei.”

The latest circle of friends in his circle of friends showed these words and a photo of a bicycle. The corners of his mouth were raised a little. Although the air conditioner was blowing, the air in the apartment seemed to be warmer. He

My heart also felt a little warmer.

Unfortunately, it started to rain lightly that day in Beijing. Xiaowei had already gone to work. It was already 1 pm when Zhang Weimo went out. She put on light jeans and a T-shirt, had a simple lunch first, and then

Wandering around holding an umbrella.

Although she was holding an umbrella, it did not block the sunshine in Zhang Weimo's heart at all. She still walked briskly onto an overpass. The sky was foggy and there were no people on the road. There were only vehicles whizzing by. She stood on the overpass.

After staying on the road for a while, traveling without friends and accompanied by the pattering of light rain turned out to be a bit boring. In order to pass the time, Zhang Weimo walked into an art district with very few people.

"It's raining, so there shouldn't be anyone on the road, so why not go out for a walk."

Wen Yiran had just gotten up and looked at the rain outside the window. He suddenly wanted to go out for a walk. He was fully armed and went to the fashion design square closest to his home. This square was actually transformed from an abandoned heavy industry factory. He wanted to take a walk.

Go there to find inspiration and write a song.

When we reached the destination, Wen Yiran liked this place from the bottom of his heart. He took a lot of photos along the way. The rain seemed to add a lot of beauty to the place.

Although it rained, the weather was still hot, so there were almost no people on the road, let alone this already deserted art district.

Zhang Weimo was a little tired, so she found a place that could shelter her from the rain and sat down on her knees.

Walking to a wall, Wen Yiran leaned against the wall, not realizing that there was another person sitting next to him. He turned on his phone and played the song "The Rain Keeps Falling".

Zhang Weimo raised her head to look for the sound and found someone standing next to her. She was about to glare at him angrily, destroying her peaceful place.

Wen Yiran raised his head and showed his beautiful eyes. There were occasional raindrops falling from his hair. Facing the person in front of him, Zhang Weimo's prepared vicious eyes suddenly became weak.
Chapter completed!