Qi Jin couldn't help laughing.
The serious and frightening tone made him unable to laugh at all.
"You...really?" He knew the answer was yes, but he hesitated to ask again.
"I'm serious." The other party also repeated meticulously.
The voice of the person in the earphone seemed to suddenly get closer, and the sense of distance disappeared suddenly, as if it was really attached to his ear and whispered.
Qi Jin instinctively stepped back, forgetting how to blink.
Unprecedented long silence.
Although Yan Beixiang didn't speak, there was occasionally a slight noise or two from his side, like something on the mobile desktop. Qi Jin was still stunned, but he said softly again: "I just changed the location option to visible, you can take a look."
Qi Jin held her breath, moved the mouse in a trance, and moved it to the person's head.
The geographical location displayed by the QQ system according to the IP really appeared - the same province, the same city.
A small rainy icon followed by the city name is also in line with the weather outside the window. He felt that not only his heart was shaken, but even his fingers were trembling.
"You, suddenly saying this... I'm really not mentally prepared at all." Qi Wei muttered to herself, and laughed for a while, trying to keep herself from sounding too embarrassed.
"Would you hate it?" The man's voice was low and deep, forbearance and restraint. Has an irresistible tenderness.
"No." Qi Jin replied as calmly as possible.
He had also met and ate with friends in the circle before.
But this time it was really sudden. Moreover, this person... is Yan Beixiang—
"I really, really want to see you." Yan Beixiang said. Every word was spoken lightly, yet full of emotion.
All the unnecessary struggles became pale and powerless at this moment, and the last wall in my heart was slowly collapsing.
"Okay." Qi Jin heard herself respond in confusion.
Very slowly, he typed the address of his community on the keyboard.
It's not that it's difficult to type with one hand, it's just that there's an unreal feeling, the strength of the fingers seems to fall on a ball of cotton, and it can't be held down lightly.
Done, send.
After the whole process was over, Qi Jin silently closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
After receiving his address, Yan Beixiang also sent him a message. There was no text in the message, only a string of numbers.
"This is my cell phone number." said the earphone. I can't hear any emotions, and I can't guess the other party's expression, "Tomorrow Saturday, I will be on vacation. If there is no accident, I will be there around 8:00 in the morning, and I will call you when I arrive."
Qi Jin listened blankly, and nodded blankly at the screen.
"Tonight, you have a good rest first." This was Yan Beixiang's last sentence before exiting the voice chat.
The call ends.
Even with the headphones down, that unreal feeling is still there.
Qi Jin felt like a person who had just been picked up from the water. Although he could take a deep breath after landing, his thoughts could not be sorted out for a while.
He shut down the computer as he said, and sat in front of the completely black screen for a while before picking up his mobile phone and sending a text message to the newly entered number: This is my mobile number, see you tomorrow.
Soon, the reply came - got it, see you tomorrow.
Qi Jin stared at these short six words, still confused, and did not want another two words to jump out: good night.
"Heh," he inadvertently broke into a helpless smile, his fingers touching the warm words across the screen, he couldn't help lowering his head and muttering to himself, "I'm so nervous... how could it be good night? ?"
With an uneasy mood, he turned off the lights. He lay in the bed and silently listened to the wind and rain outside the window, and fell asleep unconsciously.
The next day, the rain seemed to intensify, and the drains kept beeping.
Probably because he had been thinking about it all the time, Qi Jin had already opened his eyes early in the morning, and when he looked at the time, it was not even seven o'clock, and only the sound of the lingering rain could be heard all around.
He didn't continue to rest in bed, just got up to wash and change clothes.
He intends to take care of his whole body, so that he can look less haggard and more spirited. When meeting for the first time, at least make a good impression.
After simply having breakfast, Qi Jin went out and went downstairs at 7:30.
I only have a cell phone and an umbrella as a backup. Today's rain is denser and more urgent than yesterday, and it is probably inconvenient to come by any means of transportation.
Qi Jin came to the entrance of the corridor and looked at the vast rain outside, feeling completely lost.
He walked to the corner of the wall where he had picked up the kitten, and sat down. This location has the best view, and there are eaves to cover the rain, which is very suitable for waiting for people.
Although the rain is covered, but the wind can not. The morning in mid-October was cold and windy. Even through a layer of shirts and coats, I could feel gloomy and cold. The cold that Qi Jin caused yesterday has not yet fully recovered, and I have a low-grade fever. On the air vent, I had to hug my knees to keep warm.
Eight o'clock is approaching, and the sky looks like a long night.
The dense clouds above the eaves cover the city, which has been washed away by the rain.
Everything in front of me looked like a black-and-white photo from a printer that ran out of color ink, or a movie shot on old-fashioned film, like a 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 appear indistinctly in such a dark background.
Qi Jin was completely unaware that there was a person in front of him.
When the phone suddenly rang, he was still staring at the large raindrops of beans that were connected in a line under the eaves, and when he heard the ringing, he hurriedly lowered his head to answer the call.
"Hello?" While panting low, 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 and dense rain in the background, you can even hear the rain breaking on the umbrella and crackling.
So much rain... I thought he wouldn't come.
Qi Jin's heart warmed slightly, both relieved and guilty: "Have you arrived?"
The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then said softly, "I've seen you—"
Qi Jin was taken aback.
When answering the phone, he kept his eyes on the ground, so as not to accidentally trip his feet.
After hearing that sentence, he raised his head abruptly, and finally saw a person standing quietly in the rain curtain not far away. The faded background makes the person seem insignificant, as black is more insidious in grey.
The umbrella the man was holding was black, as were the long-sleeved jacket and trousers.
The wind and rain slanted down, and the angle of the umbrella covered his face.
However, just looking at it from a distance like this, there is a feeling of deja vu.
Qi Jin was stunned for a moment.
He was deeply puzzled by his fleeting thoughts and took a step back unconsciously.
Seemingly noticing his movements, the man who was parked in the vast rain suddenly took a step and began to approach him. Neither of them hung up the phone yet, except for the sound of raindrops falling, they could hear each other's breathing next to the microphone.
Qi Jin stared blankly as he stepped on the three or two rows of fallen leaves of the parasol trees on the road.
In the end, the person in front of him stopped less than two meters away.
When he got closer, he found that he was holding the umbrella handle very hard, firmly holding the angle of the umbrella, not 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 down row after row.
The shattering raindrops seemed to urge them to break the silence.
"... Yanbei direction?"
Qi Jin's call was very light, facing both the microphone and the person, for fear that she might have made a mistake.
Fortunately, the voice from under the umbrella was exactly the one he was waiting for: "Yes."
A distance that has never been thought of, within reach.
Qi Jin couldn't move his left hand, otherwise, he might be accustomed to the action of touching the back of his ear.
In order to create a more relaxed atmosphere of conversation, he first laughed and said deliberately to the phone instead of himself: "Why don't you put the umbrella away, don't you want me to see your face so much?"
At this time, the man's hand holding the umbrella tightened slightly, his knuckles were frozen white in the cold air, and he still didn't let go.
"Can you promise me one thing first?" he said.
"What?" Qi Qin raised her head blankly.
"No matter what I look like, don't be surprised." The man's voice had never been so low, and even his throat was hoarse, and he said it word by word.
It was a pleading tone that rang in front of him and into the receiver of his cell phone at the same time.
Qi Jin was prone to soft-hearted, but at this moment she 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 ended here, because Qi Jin saw that the hand he was holding the phone put down first, and tapped to disconnect the phone.
Then the other hand also moved. It was the hand holding the umbrella, slightly on one side, a man's face suddenly appeared behind the umbrella, his eyes passed through the raindrops that were continuously drawn between them, and they met silently.
Those eyes have the same black color as the umbrella, which is impressive.
How can it not be profound.
I never forgot-
It hurts because I haven't forgotten. The pain was so painful that I couldn't even blink.
"... Yanbei direction?"
After seeing the face, the answer to this question suddenly became unfamiliar and terrifying.
Of course he knew what the answer was. It's just that this name, or another name, is more suitable for the man in front of him.
"...Shen Yan...?"
He muttered to himself, not asking a question, but an answer.
The blood all over his body seemed to freeze in an instant, and his fingers were extremely cold.
His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he instinctively lowered his head to take two breaths. The sound of rapid breathing was particularly sharp in the pattering rain.
"It's me." It was Yan Beixiang's voice and the man named Shen Yan who answered him.
The voice was lower and more hoarse than the previous two answers, but as honest as ever.
Qi Jin closed his eyes and said nothing, just gasping.
The hand holding the phone was firmly pressed to his mouth, so as not to sound too embarrassed and uncomfortable. However, a pair of frowning eyebrows easily betrayed him.
"Qi Jin."
The man in front of him spoke slowly and called out his real name.
"You actually… saw my last email. Right?"
Qi Jin didn't open his mouth to admit it, and no opening is already a default.
The email that was never answered is still lying in the folder called "To Be Deleted". Those emails were always written in the name of Dr. Shen, except for the last one.
The last letter was written by Shen Yan.
He couldn't reply to the letter written by Shen Yan, just like now, he couldn't answer what Shen Yan said.
The rain fell endlessly, but this small area under the wall was isolated.
This is a truly forgotten corner, where there are only two people who can only see each other and hear each other's breathing together.
Other than that, there was nothing else—even the black umbrella didn't know when to put it down, and the person under the umbrella came out, walked over the dividing line drawn by the rain under the eaves, and walked in front of him.
A thick, solid thing fell from his shoulders, a coat. With that person's body temperature.
The hands gently folded the sides of the jacket, and wrapped him firmly inside without touching the plaster tube.
-very warm.
Qi Jin had no strength or reason to struggle at all.
Perhaps because the body has warmed up, and reason has gradually recovered, the previous shock and suffocation like drowning have been overcome, and the rest is only hesitation.
Shen Yan was close at hand, no matter her body or her breath.
He lowered his head, and even one or two strands of hair touched the other's shirt, and there was a light rubbing sound.
The hands that put the coat on him did not loosen, and stayed on the coat from beginning to end. Shen Yan's strength could hardly be felt, because there was no burden on his shoulders, but this seemingly simple action restricted his movement, preventing him from turning around and leaving.
"... I think, go and see the kitten first." Qi Jin suddenly said.
During the small return period, I stayed in the clinic for one night.
He tried to raise his hand, and the back of his hand lightly touched Shen Yan's left hand, which was buckled on the jacket. When the two of them put their hands together, they realized that there was a clear distinction between the cold and the warm.
As if he understood the meaning of his actions, Shen Yan's hand slowly dropped and he took a step back.
Cold air fills in again.
"I'll go with you."
Qi Jin didn't look up, didn't 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 for him.
However, there seems to be no intention to retrieve the jacket at all—
Qi Jin subconsciously pressed his hand on the position his hand had just let go, and clenched it tightly. Before starting to walk into the rain, he could temporarily recall the temperature there used to be.