A rain fell in the small town in the south, and the autumn rain was wet and cold and continuous. At this time, the gap was to pave the way for the reappearing rain curtain. There was a heavy layer of water vapor in the air. With a wave of your hand, you could snatch a handful of moist water mist.

The houses in my memory have been overthrown, and the street has undergone earth-shaking changes. The courtyards of every household have disappeared, replaced by high-rise buildings, hospitals, squares, and shops. These modern buildings stand on the foundation of the land and have firmly taken root. It seems that they have existed here for a long time, and they are so long that they can't remember them. It seems that this small town full of green water towns in the rain curtains of the south of the Yangtze River has never experienced the days of being closed and lagging behind.

Time is like a hurricane, pushing the wall upside down, and breaking the tiles. The sound of the wind sobbed and strongly swept away all the land that had been bleeding and buried by corpses. It sprinkled a handful of peaceful seeds in the soil, carefully cultivated the seeds to break through the ground and sprout, and grew wildly in the passing of time, growing into a big tree besieged in the city. The thick shade under the trees is the shadow of the heart that lives in the monsters.

People in the city cannot get out, and people outside the city cannot get in.

Those memories of the unremitting disaster that accompanied him like shadows were easily abandoned by time, forgotten in the corners filled with dust and moss. They crawled in the corners without light like an old beast who was injured or was about to die, and were breathing, waiting for the world to forget it, waiting for its corpse to turn into ashes, and drifted in the hurricane of another world. It was as if this world had never passed, and had never brought irreparable pain and suffering to anyone.

‘He’s just forgotten and forgiven so easily.

Perhaps no one forgives ‘him’, but no one pursues ‘him’, and no one remembers ‘him’, but this is forgiveness of sin and the continuation of suffering of victims.

The courtyard has now been built into a small courtyard of a hospital, which had been imprisoned for more than a year. Although its appearance has been destroyed and its foundation has collapsed, it has turned into a swamp of rotten roots in his heart.

He Cheng stood in the cloudy rain of Mituo, holding a black umbrella. The rain and fog wet his lenses, making his eyes look hazy and cold.

The small park opposite the yard was built into a square. There are still seesaws and swings set up for children in the square. However, the little girl who sat on the swing and swayed gently to accompany him through the cycle of four seasons has disappeared. Just like that person, it seems that she has never appeared.

He spent nearly two days alone with this swamp. He stood on the shore, looking at the distant other shore, and remembered the boy's cry of loneliness and despair more than ten years ago, facing the dark night, and never waited for dawn, and could not see the dawn-

It was not until he stepped on this land again that he realized that he had been swimming in the abyss, wandering in the vast ocean, waiting for rescue day after day, and never truly free.

The light rain continued and rushed, from two days ago to today, and it seemed that the sky would be overturned after a short break.

He Cheng put away his umbrella and stopped the taxi that happened to drive to him.

“Where to go?”

The driver looked at the young man in the back seat in a well-decorated manner through the rearview mirror.

He Cheng held the umbrella handle with both hands, put it in front of him like a crutch, looked at the Jiangnan street scene in the light rain outside the window, and said, "Songshan Welfare Home."

In the suburbs of green forests, at the gate of the welfare home, He Cheng got out of the taxi, looked up at the welfare door sign standing in the rain, did not open the umbrella in his hand, walked through the gate and walked towards the teaching building at the end of the corridor wet by the rain.

The director of the Welfare Institute learned from the old man in the door that he had arrived, so he led two or three idle teachers to wait at the entrance of the teaching building. Seeing him walking to the front of the door, he walked down the steps to greet him a few steps, and enthusiastically held his hand: "Mr. Chu is here, come inside to shelter from the rain, and inside to shelter from the rain."

Mr. Chu, who has a mysterious origin, donated a sum of money to them two days ago that could quadruple the size of the welfare home. It is also the most emotional fund received by caring people in society since the establishment of the hospital, so the dean treated him very enthusiastically.

He Cheng pulled out his cold-covered palm from his hot palm, smiled politely, and asked, "Where is Teacher Chen?"

A young girl led him to an outside classroom at the end of the first-floor corridor and left.

This is the lunch break for the children to finish their lunch, so the surrounding classrooms are very quiet, as if no one is present.

He Cheng stood outside the art room door and looked inside through the glass window on the door. He saw that there was only a female teacher in her fifties in the open classroom. She was wearing an apron dyed with colorful paint and was sitting on the ground to clean up the children's paint.

Hearing a creaking sound from the classroom door, she raised her head and looked at the door, and smiled and said, "Why are your clothes still wet with an umbrella in your hand?"

She is actually young, under fifty years old, and her figure is still slender and well-proportioned. It can be seen that she is taking care of herself, but cheap cosmetics can't smooth out the fine lines on the corners of her neck and forehead. Time dilutes the vivid and lively youthful atmosphere on her body, leaving only a faint layer hidden in the corners of her eyes.

From her light and elegant temperament, she can see that her life is difficult and lonely, but from her bright and worried eyes, she can see that she struggles hard to survive in a difficult life, and her body is full of sadness and emotion.

He Cheng closed the door, walked towards her with an umbrella, then raised the umbrella against the wall, and smiled and said, "I'll return your umbrella."

Chen Jing looked out the window at the rainy day, and smiled like a kind mother, "Give me the umbrella back, how can you leave later?"

He Chengpuluo stood on his suit jacket, and the lasting raindrops whispered: "It's been several days, and the rain should stop."

"Then we have to wait until tomorrow."

Chen Jing put on the reading glasses that fell on the tip of his nose, lowered his head and continued to sort out the scattered pigment.

He Cheng untied his suit jacket, squatted down beside her, and helped her to sort out the paint that covered the lid into the box, and his hands always passed by her pale and thin fingertips.

"You're not a local, are you?"

she asked.

He Cheng was silent for a moment and said, "No, I'll come to see a friend."

"You are kind-hearted and young, and you can donate such a large sum of money without leaving your name. It's rare."

He Cheng bent his lips and greeted her without comment: "Is that true?"

Chen Jing nodded, raised her hand and pointed to the east of the outdoors: "They plan to build another dormitory with your money, and the children are living in too crowded now."

"I left the contact information for the dean, and you can contact me if you have any difficulties in the future."

Chen Jing raised his pair of eyes that looked like sunshine and sad like Chunshui, and smiled in surprise and gentleness: "Then you have accumulated great merits."

He Cheng lowered his eyes and twisted a box of paint, and asked lightly: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

"letter."

Chen Jing said: "I believe that good will be rewarded with good things, and evil will be rewarded with evil. Like you, there will be rewarded with good things."

He Cheng was silently putting the last box of paint into the pigment box, rubbed his fingertips that were dyed with color, bent his lips and said, "Maybe."

After saying that, he stood up and reached out to her: "I'll send you back."

He Cheng and Chen Jing walked out of the welfare home with an umbrella and took a taxi to a residential area in the small town. Most of them lived in some elderly people who were resettled by the government after the house was demolished. Most young people thought this place was remote and quiet and did not want to live here.

When Chen Jing got out of the car, He Cheng insisted on returning the umbrella to her.

"Are you still going to a welfare home?"

Chen Jing suddenly asked him the moment before the car door was closed.

He Cheng looked at her with a calm expression and asked her silently.

Chen Jing smiled and said, "I want to give you a string of Buddhist beads. Those who have been lit can ensure safety."

He Cheng was silent for a moment, and a breath of heat buried in his heart slowly relieved, but gradually cooled down on the way to his limbs and bones.

“We will meet again.”

He said.

The taxi driver drove to a hotel according to the address he mentioned. He Cheng saw in the rearview mirror outside the car, a woman holding a black umbrella standing by the side of the road and watching him for a long time.

Back at the hotel, He Cheng walked to the front desk and told the girl to help him buy some daily toiletries. He was really unused to the disposable items provided here.

The girl at the front desk wrote down one by one with a pen, and suddenly called him when he was about to leave.

"Wait for a while, Mr. He."

The girl raised her chin behind him and said, "Someone is looking for you."

He Cheng turned around and saw a majestic man standing behind him two steps away from him.

The man was wearing a pair of dark and dull sunglasses, a black low-neck T-shirt, a jacket with rainfall, and casual pants with wrinkled legs splashed with mud. The uppers of the sports shoes were also stained with rain and mud, which shows how embarrassed this person was when he was rushing.

He Cheng was stunned, then he was overjoyed and couldn't help but approach him: "Why are you--"

Chu Xingyun took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of dark and dark eyes that were not seen at all. He raised his arms without saying a word and threw them down at his face-

When He Cheng saw him lifting his arm towards him, he stopped and stayed honestly, waiting for his slap to fall, but Chu Xingyun stopped with Liefeng's hand on his side and did not fall down for a long time.

Chu Xingyun's face was as deep as a piece of pig iron, with crackling sparks jumping out of his eyes, biting his back teeth tightly, and his jaw kept twitching.

Suddenly, he clenched his raised right hand into a fist, slapped his way into the air, grabbed He Cheng's wrist and pushed him into the elevator.

He Chengde's room was on the third floor, and the narrow and closed sedan wall quickly rose to the third floor. Before He Cheng could say something to him, he was taken to the door of Room 307 by him.

"Open the door."

Chu Xingyun said.

He Cheng took out the door card and opened the door. Chu Xingyun walked into the room first, walked to the window and closed every window in the room, and then pulled the curtains on it.

The room suddenly fell into darkness.

He Cheng stood in the living room, took off his suit jacket and threw it on the back of the sofa, watching him turn the suite suspiciously.

After coming out of the bathroom, Chu Xingyun returned to him with sunglasses. His face was not much better than the evil ghost who was collecting debts and life, and he felt guilty when he saw He Cheng.

He remembered that Chu Xingyun wanted to do something by himself in the hotel lobby just now, and at this moment he couldn't help but worry that if Chu Xingyun really started fighting with him, he would be able to block a few moves.

Chu Xingyun looked at him with a gloomy face for a while, and suddenly raised his hand and pushed him back hard.

He Cheng staggered back a few steps and retreated into the bedroom.

"What should I tell you?"

Chu Xingyun followed him, pushed him back with relentless support, and said with frost on his face: "I asked you to stay at the airport, I went over to pick you up, but you thought I farted?!"

The last sentence, he shouted in his throat.

He Cheng retreated to the end of the bed and had no way to retreat, but Chu Xingyun pushed him in front of his chest again, immediately lost his center of gravity and fell on the bed, supporting his hands on the bed and looking up at him.

Chu Xingyun grabbed the collar of his shirt, raised his legs and stepped onto the bed and sat on him, lowered his head and almost hit his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you really think I dare not fight you, right? Do you fuck you to believe me?"

He Cheng looked at his eyes and felt like he was aimed at the dark muzzle. He was pressing heavy Mars and bullets in the muzzle, as if he would really take his life away at any time.

But he didn't want to hide at all. Even if Chu Xingyun really hit him with a gun, he would come forward and give his life to him.

"OK."

He Cheng smiled and said, "Then you kill me."

Chu Xingyun's eyes sank, and suddenly pressed him down on the bed, bent down and pushed him in front of him, sneered at the corner of his lips, "Do you think I dare not?"

He Cheng raised his hand and held it on his waist, facing the two balls of fire that had already begun to burn in his eyes, and chuckled: "You dare, but you won't."
To be continued...