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The sky that had been sunny for a long time turned cloudy today.

In the afternoon, it began to rain suddenly.

The winter rain was bitterly cold, and the rain fell down the eaves and dripped on the stone slabs.

"Would you like to refill the tea?"

In a teahouse, a girl in a vintage clerk shirt walked up to Song Xiangsi with a teapot and asked.

"Yeah."

Song Xiangsi looked out the window, the wind mixed with rain, hit the glass window, leaving layers of marks.

I came to this tea house with trepidation and anticipation from six o'clock in the morning, but now that the sunset is over, it has calmed down.

It is better to say that it is to recognize reality than to be calm.

Just wait, maybe it's on the way.

Even if this was said, Song Xiangsi herself did not believe it.

In the past, when the two of them were free, Yan Xuan liked to bring her to this teahouse the most.

There are few people and clean, no one bothers them, and the tea is delicious.

He also said that when he was free, he would learn how to make tea from the shop owner here.

He also said that after she learned it, she was only allowed to drink the tea she cooked.

It's a pity that the tea set was broken the first time I made tea, and he blindfolded her eyes and covered her mouth domineeringly, and forced her to pretend that she didn't see anything.

The expression is extremely domineering.

She obviously thought of something funny, but Song Xiangsi couldn't laugh at all.

As soon as his lips touched the tea, a voice came from his ear:

"Song Song, that's not how you drink tea."

Looking up in surprise, she realized that everything was an illusion.

She won't call her Song Song again.

I don't care how she tastes tea anymore.

even.

Won't see her again.

Even though she was clear in her heart, Song Xiangsi didn't leave and changed cup after cup of tea.

After a long time, the sky was completely dark, and the tea house had been cleaned and ready to close.

Song Xiangsi and Yan Xuan often come to the tea house, so the owner of the tea house knows them.

"She hasn't come yet?"

The owner of the tea house had learned some news about the two of them on the Internet before. Seeing that she didn't answer, he sighed and comforted him, "It's raining today, maybe there's a traffic jam on the road, so I can't come." No more traffic

jams As for staying up all day, she watched Song Xiangsi wait here from early morning until late at night.

The owner of the tea house twitched his mouth when he said these consoling words.

Song Xiangsi drank the last sip of tea and forced a smile: "Thank you."

When she looked around the tea house, she found that only she and the owner of the tea house were left in the tea house. The tables and floors had been cleaned up, so it should be ready to close.

Then he stood up and said, "I'm sorry for delaying your closing." "

It's okay, if you still want to drink, I'll make you another pot."

After all, it was an acquaintance, and the owner of the tea house didn't take it seriously.

"No, thank you." Song Xiangsi smiled faintly, and walked outside the teahouse.

"Wait," the owner of the tea house rummaged through the counter for a while, found a red umbrella, and handed it to her, "It's raining heavily outside."

Song Xiangsi took the umbrella and stared at it for a while.

She remembered that once when she was out for a party with friends, it suddenly rained at night, and everyone was talking about playing for a while now and going home when the rain subsided, but she declined.

A group of people said she was boring, but when they sent her out of the restaurant, they ran into Yan Xuan who was holding an umbrella to pick her up.

At that time she smiled and said: "Song Song, I want to eat boiled fish."

Friends teased whether Yan Xuan could not leave her for a moment.

Yan Xuan answered them confidently: "I just can't do without her, what's wrong."

After the owner of the teahouse sent her to the door, he said a few words and left alone.

The street lights in the alley were dim, illuminating the blue-gray cobblestone road, and the rainwater fell into the puddles with a ticking sound, forming circles in circles.

Song Xiangsi squatted outside the tea house, looking at the end of the alley.

The drizzle slanted, drifted into the eaves, and fell on Song Xiangsi's hair and face.

Strangers passed by one after another at the end of the alley, and no one ended up beside her.

The hopeful light in her eyes gradually dimmed, perhaps because the rain was too heavy, her face and eye sockets were wet, she lowered her head.

The sound of the rain was getting louder, but there was no one around, but it was mixed with other small sounds.

After a while, Song Xiangsi covered her face, the rain fell on the stone slab and splashed on her body and the back of her hands.

mixed with tears.

no.

It's me who can't live without you.

sorry Sorry.

The sound of sobbing was drowned out by the sound of rain.

Only then did she understand clearly.

Yan Xuan really doesn't want her anymore.

Beishan Villa, late at night.

After getting no response for the third time, Yan Xuan finally put down the document in her hand, and looked at Yuan Yuan beside her who was looking out of the window in a trance on a rainy night.

Puzzled and asked: "What are you thinking?"

Yuan Yuan was taken aback by the sudden question, subconsciously let out an ah, and then lied and added: "It just feels like it's cold outside."

Although Yan Xuan had doubts in her heart, she still didn't ask any further questions, and followed her words: "Well, I felt it when I closed the window just now." Yuan Yuan remembered what

Song Xiangsi asked her to bring yesterday, and she was still a little absent-minded.

I kept comforting myself in my heart.

There shouldn't be anyone stupid enough to wait there all the time.

Even if you wait, you should find a warm place to wait.

After thinking about it, I simply didn't want to.

"Sister, are you going to move things here tomorrow?" Yuan Yuan asked.

"No, move to the old house of the Yan family." Yan Xuan said.

"Why?" Yuan Yuan was just a little curious, did she plan to live in the Yan family's old house during her rest time in the future?

Yan Xuan didn't say a word, but just outlined the things that needed to be taken care of.

At that moment, Yuan Yuan seemed to understand.

Sister Yan Xuan is not worried about being followed, is she?

Song Xiangsi doesn't seem like that kind of person.

"There will be a moving master coming with me tomorrow, so I'll just help you look around, sorry for your trouble."

"This is the scope of the assistant's work, it's not hard." Yuan Yuan replied obediently.

Yuan Yuan was silent for a few seconds, thinking of Song Xiangsi again, and when she was thinking about how to ask how to deal with Song Xiangsi, she heard Yan Xuan say: "Except for the things I sketched,

you dispose of the rest. There is a burner in the room." If you find it troublesome, you can just burn it without moving it."

Yuan Yuan took a peek at Yan Xuan, but saw that her expression was indifferent, not fluctuating at all.

She really wanted to ask, do you really want to burn them all?

She often went to Nanyang Yulou to pick up Yan Xuan, so she knew how many memories the two of her family had.

On the wall of the entrance living room are the wedding photos taken by the two half a year ago. On the table are the group photos of the two when they go out to play every time, and there are many sweet group photos of the two in the album.

The locker contained the surprise gifts that Song Xiangsi had given her over the years, as well as the albums of songs that Yan Xuan had collected since high school.

There is also an album specially made by Song Xiangsi for Yan Xuan, the only one.

It contains all Song Xiangsi's songs when she was not famous, and there is also an autographed photo, which reads - to my dear Xiaoxuan.

These are the most precious things that Yan Xuan once said.

Yuan Yuan still remembers how sensational Song Xiangsi was when she went to "Girls' Dream" to cheer for Yan Xuan. Later, she was picked up to vote for Yan Xuan from the beginning of the show, and Yan Xuan has been Song Xiangsi's little girl since high school. fan.

The beginning was so sweet, but now it has a dismal ending.

Let alone others, she, the little tail who follows Yan Xuan every day, doesn't understand how the two of them became like this.

However, she is just a small assistant.

I can only sigh about this, and will not do things that cross the line.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops fell on the window and slid down, turning into beautiful water marks.

After a long time, Yuan Yuan came back to her senses and answered Yan Xuan: "Tomorrow, the big items will be burned on the spot, and the small ones will be taken home and burned." With so

many items, it would take time to burn them.

Yan Xuan was still recalling the important items in the house, and didn't raise her head when she heard the words: "Okay, thank you." The

existence of certain things will not be used as a souvenir, but will become a kind of mockery.

You see, how stupid you are.

When the sky turned white the next day, the rain gradually lightened up.

There was a red umbrella outside the tea house, and the owner of the tea house recognized at a glance that it was the umbrella she handed to Song Xiangsi yesterday.

She's here so early?

But this umbrella, why didn't it get wet?

"Did you go for a morning run?" In the early morning, Jiang Wei planned to talk to Song Xiangsi about her recent work, but when she was waiting for her to open the door, she saw her coming out of the elevator.

Just after saying this, she found that Song Xiangsi's eyes were bloodshot, her clothes were also stained with rain, and even her hair was wet.

For a moment, she was amazed and puzzled: "You stayed outside all night?"

Song Xiangsi hummed, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Her voice was hoarse.

Jiang Wei frowned, but she knew that there was nothing to ask now, so she said, "Go ahead and talk to you about work."

Song Xiangsi opened the door, paused before entering, and glanced at the closed door next door. door.

Jiang Wei entered the room, didn't hear the door closing, turned around and saw Song Xiangsi looking at the room next to her.

Before she could speak, Song Xiangsi closed the door, entered the room with downcast eyes, and was about to hand Jiang Wei a pair of clean slippers from the entrance.

The next moment, I saw a pair of blue and purple couple slippers on the shoe cabinet.

Painful struggle flashed in Song Xiangsi's eyes, she closed her eyes, and handed Jiang Wei a pair of slippers prepared for guests from the second floor.

Jiang Wei saw this scene.

She sighed, feelings can only be overcome by herself, and it will be fine after a while.

"Do you still remember the contract of Lianzong?"

Song Xiangsi's eyes lit up when he heard the word "Lianzong", but the next moment he thought of something, they darkened again.

He didn't even want to see her face to face, so why would he participate in a romance show with her.

Jiang Wei noticed the change in Song Xiangsi's expression, she pretended not to see it, and continued:

"Now you will definitely not be able to participate in this program, you can see which one of the alternative programs you will participate in."

"Yeah."

......

As noon approached, Jiang Wei noticed that Song Xiangsi's voice in replying to her was getting weaker and weaker.

After taking a closer look, I found that the face of the person sitting opposite was flushed, and he was weak.

Then he hurriedly brought a thermometer to help her take her temperature, but Song Xiangsi went out before she handed over the thermometer.

Jiang Wei hurriedly followed, just in time to see someone moving things next door.

There was a pile of framed photo papers piled up in the corner of the living room of the house, and when I looked inside, I saw Yuan Yuan squatting in front of a pot and burning something.

Before Jiang Wei could take a closer look, Song Xiangsi, who was not far away from her, had already rushed over.

Seeing that she fished out the thing with sparks from the jar, she extinguished the sparks with her hands.

Only then did Jiang Wei see that the half burned one was the wedding photo of Song Xiangsi and Yan Xuan hanging on the wall of the living room.

Half of the photo has been burned, making it impossible to see the original.

"What are you doing?" Song Xiangsi looked at Yuan Yuan with sharp eyes.

Yuan Yuan complained in her heart, why is she so unlucky.

Song Xiangsi didn't hear the answer, but when she saw the photo paper frame next to her, she understood.

The expression on his face became bitter, he squatted down and picked it up.

Yan Xuan prepared the tea and handed it to Yuan Yuan when she came back.

"Recently, my tea art has improved a lot, you can try it."

Yuan Yuan found that Yan Xuan's mood has improved a lot these days, her whole complexion is very good, and she seems to have rested well.

On the contrary, it was Song Xiangsi who I saw today, her face was red, her lips were white, and she had a high fever.

I don't know if I waited for a long time at the tea house yesterday.

After receiving the tea, Yuan Yuan was restless, not knowing how to tell Yan Xuan about those things being taken away by Song Xiangsi.

"Why do I feel that you have been a little preoccupied with me these two days?" Yan Xuan looked at her and asked.

Yuan Yuan twitched the corners of her mouth and forced a smile: "Sister, I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?" Yan Xuan put down the teacup and asked patiently.

"I... those things were snatched by Song..."

"Oh," Yan Xuan asked indifferently, "and then?"

"The man said you don't want her." After speaking, Yuan Yuan quietly looked at Yan Xuan expression, afraid that she would be displeased.

Yan Xuan clicked her tongue, as if mocking: "Hypocritical people like to pretend to be affectionate, and they even believe themselves in the end."

Hypocrisy?

Do you mean Song Xiangsi? Yuan Yuan was puzzled.

But she felt a little strange, and asked cautiously, "Sister, why did you ask me to deal with things there?"

Yan Xuan smiled: "I'm worried that there are too many things, and it will be too troublesome for you to move home and deal with them.

" Yuan nodded, wishing she could hit her head.

What was she thinking just now! She

actually thought that sister Yan Xuan did it on purpose.

Looking at Song Xiangsi's actions and expressions at that time, her heart was broken. It seemed that she was not burning the photos, but trampling on Song Xiangsi's heart.

After Song Xiangsi fished out the photos with sparks from the jar with his bare hands, he extinguished the sparks with his hands, knelt on the ground on one knee, and picked up the photo papers on the ground one by one, as if in slow motion.

Most importantly, she saw that there were still water stains on the photo paper on the ground, and crystal clear teardrops slid down Song Xiangsi's face.

Such a gentle and powerful person in her impression suddenly became so fragile. If she hadn't kept her identity in mind, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but give her a hand.

After Song Xiangsi staggered away, she heard Jiang Wei's exclamation, Song Xiangsi seemed to have fainted.

His face was flushed, his lips were pale, and he looked sick.

Thinking of this, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

Although it is not clear what mistake Song Xiangsi made.

However, if I had known why today, this sentence must be correct.