Time passed day by day, and it was getting closer and closer to the day when Xia Yuan and Jiang Xiaoling were leaving Yunze City and heading to Tianshan for filming.

After the Spring Festival, Yunze City ushered in the initial rainy season of the year.

Volume 1 of "Jingde Chuan Lantern Record" says: "A drop of spring rain is as smooth as oil."

It shows the importance of spring rain. Spring rain nourishes the earth and allows crops to grow vigorously.

The amount of spring rain is closely related to the growth and harvest of plants this year.

So it was drizzling in Yunze City, which should be a happy event for farmers.

However, for the sentimental girl, Ying Sitong's mood was as wet and lonely as the continuous spring rain.

A spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to drink, the boat shaking on the river, and the curtains on the building are waving.

Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, the wind is fluttering and the rain is bleak.

When will I go home to wash my guest robes? The silver character is Sheng Ding, and the heart character is Xiang Burn.

The flowing light of the library is easy to throw people away, making cherries red and bananas green.

...

Xia Yuan hasn't expressed anything these days.

Last time at my aunt's house, this guy politely declined her.

And Xia Yuan seemed nothing happened these days, as if nothing had happened.

Ying Sitong had no idea what this person was thinking.

When she woke up in the morning, Xia Yuan pushed open the window and stretched.

The breeze came with drizzle, and the dewdrops on the face were still stained with the fragrance of fragrant grass.

“Wow, it’s raining.”

Xia Yuan laughed and looked back at Ying Sitong, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Ying Sitong curled her lips and thought to herself whether you are sick?

"It rains every day during this period and you still have to go out for a walk?"

"Then I'll go by myself."

Xia Yuan picked up an umbrella from the corner of the wall.

"Wait a minute." Ying Sitong frowned, "Take me."

...

There were no vegetables at home, so Xia Yuan happened to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and he also held an umbrella and walked in the rain.

Feel the romantic atmosphere.

"I especially like this feeling. When the rain is pressed on an umbrella, you feel extremely comfortable, as if you are wrapped in the whole world."

Xia Yuan smiled and said to Ying Sitong.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder, each holding an umbrella.

It's like two flowers blooming in the rain.

Crack crackle...

Ying Sitong held an umbrella and followed him, walking silently.

The streets were empty, maybe because everyone was still immersed in the New Year atmosphere, or maybe because they got up too early, there were no people around.

On the long street, there are only two such umbrellas walking side by side.

It seems to be stepping on a tunnel of time.

Ying Sitong felt in a daze when she listened to the sound of the rain.

It has been circulated in her for more than 1,800 years.

Once upon a time, how could she have thought that one day she would walk on the cement road with another short-haired boy in pink lint pajamas.

In front of her, the world of golden swords and iron horses seemed to coincide with the scene in front of her.

A majestic general wearing a silver helmet held his war horse and stopped not far ahead.

He held a silver spear and looked back at her.

Then it dissipated in the wind like a splash of dust.

Only the sound of rain remains the same.

Ying Sitong lowered her eyes and suddenly felt a little lonely.

...

It was at this moment that her palm suddenly moved.

A warm big hand clenched her hand.

When she raised her head, Xia Yuan looked ahead expressionlessly.

"Why is it suddenly..."

"We agreed to practice holding hands every day."

Xia Yuan said lightly, then clenched her hand.

A warm current slowly poured into her heart along her fingers.

After two seconds, Xia Yuan took away his umbrella and got in.

“Hey?”

"Two umbrellas are too hampered."

Xia Yuan frowned, then gently took the umbrella from her hand.

Before, because of the distance between the umbrella, he didn't feel comfortable holding it.

Now I feel much better when I ride an umbrella together.

Ying Sitong silently held his hand, feeling half of her body stiffened.

She lowered her head and smiled slightly. Who would have known that Xia Yuan suddenly had such an operation?

It's like changing the individual to play.

He must have seen how longing for my hometown and parents...

Ying Sitong thought in her mind, although this guy didn't say anything, his behavior was still very warm.

Crack crackle...

The rain hit the umbrella and splashed a splash of water.

The two people's hearts were as if they were watered by rain, and there were ripples after ripples.

Because the umbrella is not big, in order to avoid getting wet, the two people's shoulders are close together.

Xia Yuan held Ying Sitong's hand and felt the coldness and softness of her fingertips.

The blood clan's fingers are slender and slender, smooth and white.

Holding it in your hand is like holding a piece of cold jade.

The ancients said that the warm fragrance of soft jade is nothing more than that.

Ying Sitong's face was flushed, and the side next to Xia Yuan was warm and dry, but because the size of the umbrella was limited, light rain would come in from time to time on the other side.

After a while, her left shoulder became wet.

According to the plot in the TV series, Xia Yuan should tilt the umbrella toward her at this time, and would rather let herself get wet from the rain than let the heroine suffer from cold.

But Xia Yuan was unmoved and walked forward expressionlessly.

snort.

Not at all sympathetic.

Just as she was thinking this, her left shoulder suddenly felt warm.

Xia Yuan's left hand wrapped around her shoulder.

"Well...it's still..."

It was at this moment that Ying Sitong was taken around.

Ying Sitong's eyes suddenly widened because of fright.

A click.

The umbrella fell to the ground.

...

"Ah Yeh!"
To be continued...