I don’t know how long it took, but he left the villa and walked into the small yard outside with an umbrella.

As soon as it came out, the rain poured down, landing on his large black umbrella, and hangs like rapids along the edge of the umbrella. The raindrops fell on the surface of the umbrella, crackling like beads jumping.

Qiao Sinian looked ahead.

There is nothing in the distance, only the endless darkness spreads out, and there is no end to see.

Qiao Sinian's eyes were shining luster, like the lights on the roadside, with clarity in the hazy flicker.

The raindrops splashed and pounded beside his shoes, and his feet were wet.

The wind blew on his body, blew up the corners of his suit and clothes, and his deep eyebrows and eyes were always deep and deep.

The cool breeze blew on his body, and Qiao Sinian stood in the rain for a long time, holding an umbrella with distinctive joints, and his figure and night were integrated.

In his dream, he dreamed of such scenes countless times.

On a rainy day, he walked under the night with a big umbrella.

But in his dream, there was always a little girl around him.

The little girl is the same person, but her appearance is changing. She is short and cute at the age of ten, and she is innocent and cute; she is young and rebellious at the age of fifteen or sixteen, stubborn and ignorant; she is older, she is about ten years old, and she is graceful and beautiful.

He never knew that it was a magical thing that could describe the appearance of a girl growing up for so clearly in his dream.

And this girl looks so similar to Ye Jiaqi.

In the dream, he often holds an umbrella for her. When the rain is too heavy, he will tilt the umbrella to her. It doesn’t matter if the rain falls on his shoulders, and it’s fine if she can’t catch the rain.

When walking side by side, he has always been taciturn.

But she is different. She seems very happy, even excited, and will say a lot to him, such as her deskmate was caught by the teacher when she was copying homework, and today the music teacher teaches them to dance.

They are all childish topics. On weekdays, he doesn't want to listen, but he doesn't know what's wrong in his dreams. Not only does he listen to them, but he often goes as far as he can.

The sound of the rain mixed with her crisp sound, like the wonderful music in the world, making him unable to stop.

Qiao Sinian rubbed his forehead.

He was really crazy, and he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

There was rain in front of me, and there was no one except himself.

He has never been a sentimental person and cannot act emotionally. Now he doesn't know what's wrong. Several dreams can keep him recalling them.

Maybe those dreams are too clear.

Qiao Sinian laughed, with an upward curve at the corner of his lips, which was sarcastic.

He strode into the rain and got into his car.

He did not leave the hospital and would not leave this night.

I lit a cigarette, and the smell of the cigarette soon spread in the narrow interior space, with a strong nicotine smell.

His people were still guarding the hospital. The dragon saw its head but not its tail, hiding in the darkness. Even he himself could feel the gloomyness.

It was raining heavily, and there was no wiper on, and the car glass was hazy and the vision was blurred.

Today, he had no pain in his head and his thoughts were clear. He did not take medicine, but just smoked and listened to the sound of rain outside the window.

There is a vast white everywhere. After autumn, the cold wave comes and it is another winter.

It's cold in winter, which is hard to bear.
Chapter completed!