Author: Shihanjie

Speaking of summer in the city, people always think of the fiery sun and the bright moonlight at night. Wang Lin likes the night in the city the most. As the last glow of sunset disappears, the whole city gradually falls into darkness, and lights flash from the windows of tall buildings.

Like colorful ribbons, the sound of whistles sounded from time to time on the cars on the road.

It started to rain heavily at some point, awakening Wang Lin, who was reading a book.

Wang Lin came to the balcony to watch the rain.

It is the most beautiful when it rains at night. The rain slapped the windows and played music one by one. At this time, rain flowers flowed out from the house and next to the courtyard. The colorful rain flowers slowly filled the sky

The street is like a golden grass full of flowers.

Looking from the balcony, the city's lights are printed on the raindrops, and the beads are as bright as gems.

Lightning flew by, illuminating the night as bright as day.

A figure popped up from the balcony next to it, which was Zhou Xiaomin.

Before going to bed, she forgot to close the doors and windows on the balcony. Strong wind came in through the window, and lightning and thunder ran in, shocking her.

In fact, she was not asleep either, so she got up to check it out quickly.

At this time, a thunder exploded in the air, and a loud bang was deafening.

Zhou Xiaomin was startled, covered her ears with both hands and let out a scream.

Wang Lin shouted: "Xiao Min! Don't be afraid! I'm here!"

Zhou Xiaomin looked at him and said, "You haven't fallen asleep yet?"

Wang Lin said: "I'm watching the rain! Such a coincidence, you're coming out to watch the rain too?"

Zhou Xiaomin curled her lips: "What's so good about this rain?"

Wang Lin said: "I have something to miss people, separated from a distant village. What I feel is deep in my heart. Autumn is not clear, and the wind and rain are in the sky. If you don't learn the method of Toutuo, you can forget your previous heart."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "Is this a poem you wrote?"

Wang Lin laughed silently: "I am not that powerful. This is a poem written by Bai Juyi, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. By depicting the scenes of wind and rain at night, he expressed his sincere longing for the woman Xiang Ling, who loved each other in a straightforward language.

Love.”

Zhou Xiaomin said: "Xiang Ling? What a beautiful name! Does it mean the spirit of Xiang Concubine? Is it a passionate Hunan girl?"

Wang Lin said: "That's unknown."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "Who are you missing again? Is your wife?"

Wang Lin said: "I'm thinking of someone next door, why did she lock the door?"

Zhou Xiaomin burst into laughter and then said, "Impossible, you won't miss me! There are too many women you can think of."

The rain was getting darker again, and tiny drops of water flew onto the balcony, blew on the face with a cool breeze, and it felt very comfortable, just like someone was gently stroking it!

Wang Lin looked at the beautiful face under the sky and said, "Come here, let's chat."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "It's so late, what else can I talk about?"

Wang Lin said: "Let's discuss Bai Juyi's "Night Rain", the woman named Xiangling."

Zhou Xiaomin smiled and said, "It's true? Are you still engaged in learning?"

Wang Lin said: "You don't think I am a ignorant person, do you?"

This night rain separates people from the outside world, and the hustle and bustle of the world are extinguished for a while. Only the peace of mind is unified by the sound of rain and the loneliness blocked by the sound of rain.

Night rain slowly deprives people of vitality, so the imagination in night rain is particularly sensitive and timid. This fear is mixed with a sense of security, and condenses into a warm enjoyment and hope for a small world.

So in this case, people will naturally want to have more emotional companionship.

Zhou Xiaomin also has this idea and needs.

She didn't answer Wang Lin, turned around and entered the room, closing the doors and windows.

Wang Lin was stunned and smiled bitterly, and had to go back to his room.

He lay on the bed with the book in his hand and looked at it for a while, and heard the door creaking.

A pretty figure flashed before Wang Lin's eyes.

Beautiful eyes, soft and long hair, and sounds like orioles.

She is the pure goddess who has gentled the years and amazed the times, and satisfies all men's imagination of women's beauty, independence, confidence, gentle but not artificial.

She does not have the pretentiousness of being self-reliant and her beauty exudes a kind of casualness and refinement after being polished by gentle years.

At this time, she was a beautiful dream of a man from Xiangjiang in the 1990s. She was a goddess with both talent and beauty. She looked gentle and well-behaved, but in fact she was a very noble and independent woman.

She has a very clear temperament, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and no aggression when laughing, which only makes people feel comfortable. She is not that charming beauty, but as gentle as the breeze in spring. But she seems weak

The shell is wrapped with a firm heart.

Wang Lin looked at her, smiled slightly, and patted the pillow beside him: "Xiao Min! Come here!"

Zhou Xiaomin blushed, closed the door tightly, then walked over, sat down under the chair beside the windowsill, her hands crossed her fingers with cramped fingers, lowered her head, and her long hair was dispersed, covering half of her white and stunning face.

No filters, no beauty, and even no makeup.

She is so pure, so pure, so natural.

This is a delicate flower that you can smell when you pick it up.

This is a lush fruit that you can eat after picking it.

Wang Lin went from being half lying to sitting on the edge of the bed and facing her.

"What book are you reading?" Zhou Xiaomin asked.

Wang Lin closed the pages and asked her to read the cover of the book.

"Hey, Baixiangshan's poetry collection? Baixiangshan is Bai Juyi. You are really reading his books!"

"Of course, do you think I was having fun?"

"Hey! I didn't see that you still like poetry! I thought a man like you could only do business and economics."

Wang Lin said: "Life cannot be just economics, but also poetry and distant places. Of course, it needs to be embellished with red sleeves."

He put down the book in his hand, leaned forward, and held her hand.

Zhou Xiaomin shrank back as if frightened.

But Wang Lin's hand followed like a shadow, and did not let go of her hand.

"You, didn't you talk about the poem "Night Rain"?" Zhou Xiaomin tried hard and wanted to pull out his hand, but found that no matter how hard he worked, it would be useless, so he stopped struggling, "Tell me about this poem,

What does it mean?"

Wang Lin said: "I have people I miss deeply, but I am separated from a distant foreign land. What I feel deeply is engraved in my heart. I cannot get close to her in a distant foreign land. There is no day when I don't go to her.

She looked far away. Her heart was extremely painful but had nowhere to be resolved. She never stopped missing her longing day and night. My future seemed to be confused and hopeless, sleeping alone in the empty house. Autumn is still coming, but it has been wind and rain. I have never learned it.

After passing the Buddhist teachings of the ascetic monks, how can you forget the past?”

Zhou Xiaomin was fascinated by hearing this: "What a beautiful artistic conception, I seem to see the lonely and painful figure of the poet standing by the window."

Wang Lin said: "Aren't I the kind of person? You can tell what he is like when you look at me."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "Who are you missing?"

Wang Lin said: "I miss the person who slept with me last night."

Zhou Xiaomin was panicked and used her left hand to lift her hair, dodging her eyes: "Who is it?"

Wang Lin stared into her eyes: "It's the person in my eyes."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "Who is the person in your eyes?"

She then reacted and said, "Ah? It's not me! It's definitely not me! It's Jiaxin!"

Wang Lin said: "It's not her, I know. She came to her body last night."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "That's your secretary."

Wang Lin said: "That's even more impossible. Xiao Min, it's you."

Zhou Xiaomin hurriedly denies: "No. No."

Wang Lin said: "Although I don't know how you ran to Jiaxin's bed to sleep last night, I know that person is you."

Zhou Xiaomin bit her lip: "She and I were chatting, but later she fell asleep. She always treated me as you and wanted to hold me. I was not used to sleeping like this, so I ran to her room and fell asleep.

”

Wang Lin smiled and said, "So that's it! Did you admit it too? You were the one who last night."

Zhou Xiaomin lowered her head shyly, and her smooth and smiling face suddenly stopped her smile, showing a little inexplicable restraint, and then her cheeks suddenly turned red.

Her skin is as beautiful as snow, delicate and radiant as white, red in the white, and her eyes are filled with affection and charm.

Wang Lin felt itchy when he saw it, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand.

Zhou Xiaomin stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep."
To be continued...