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    It¡¯s raining outside.

    Jiang He's mind recalled that autumn day when the sun was shining brightly. On that vast green land, white stone tablets stood one after another. The polished stone tablets reflected the vicious sunlight.

    That day, Jiang He still remembered the muffled sound of his knees hitting the ground.

    He held the umbrella tightly in his hand, came out of Ruan Xing's community, and turned around to take another look.

    Too many images flashed through my mind at once, including Ruan Xing's smile as bright as a flower, and Jiang Cheng's dying breath.  Jiang He closed his heavy eyelids. The sound of rain suddenly became chaotic and noisy, disrupting the originally orderly drumbeat in his heart.

    He returned to his neighborhood.

    Jiang He walked this section of the road very slowly, with a lot of hesitation, as if there was a battlefield ahead of him that he was unwilling to enter.

    The stairwell was dark and smelled of dampness on a rainy day. The white-tiled corridor was filled with muddy rainwater, which was distributed in the shape of footprints.

    Jiang He turned on the phone.

    The pale light illuminated Jiang He's dark face. His jawline was stiff, the blue blood vessels on his face were looming, and his thin lips were missing a bit of blood.

    "We have already entered the house."

    On my mobile phone, a strange number sent me such a simple text.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Jiang He took a deep breath and tried to make his expression less stiff.

    His hand was on the door handle, but his wrist suddenly seemed to have lost strength. He wanted to open the door, but pressed the pause button again.

    What opens is not just a door, but also a past as heavy as the vast sea of ??smoke.

    "Why don't you come in?"

    At that moment, the door was pushed open from the inside.

    Before I saw anyone, I first heard a gentle female voice. The gentleness was like fine white jade that had been polished thousands of times. The jade beads fell on the blue and white porcelain plate, so elegant and gentle.

    The door was fully pushed open.

    A woman with a graceful figure is wearing a smoky purple suit. Her dark brown hair is thick and curled into a delicate arc and rests on her shoulders. There is a diamond necklace on her neck that is well maintained without any neck lines.

    Her face and eyes are full of elegance, as if she were a young lady who came out of the last century.

    Jiang He's heart was pulled.

    He remembered that on the day of the funeral, this elegant woman with disheveled hair and blood-red eyes was held up by several people and yelled at a monument with tears streaming down her face.

    "You've grown taller." Jiang's mother said, she smiled slightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes revealed shallow traces.

    Pulling back to reality, everything is calm and illusory.

    Jiang He's lips trembled, and the hot words came out of his throat: "Is that so"

    "You look older than before." Jiang's mother's voice was gentle. She stretched out her hand and tried to hold Jiang He's hand.

    Jiang He dodged.

    He put his hands into his pockets and looked elsewhere, bypassing Jiang Mu who was blocking the door. His tone did not contain much emotion and he asked, "Why are you here suddenly?"

    "Come to see you." Jiang's mother said.

    "There is a project." Jiang's father revealed the matter. He was still the same as before, wearing formal clothes all the time, with a serious look that alienated people from thousands of miles away, typical of successful people.  Father Jiang sat on the sofa, looked around the house, and said, "It's okay to live alone."

    "Yeah." Jiang He sat on the sofa far away from his parents. He put his elbows on his thighs and crossed his fingers into a fist. His eyes drifted to the glass window on the balcony. The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.  What was originally just a gentle drizzle to moisturize things is now threatening to turn into a heavy rain.

    "I remember when I was a kid, you always ran out to play on rainy days and got soaked all over. When you came back, your white clothes were covered with mud marks, and sometimes there were other children's shoe prints. What did you say about building this community?  King of the mountain." Jiang Mu followed Jiang He's gaze and looked out the window, looking at the pouring rain, "I remember you and your brother before -"

    "Stop talking." Jiang's father interrupted Jiang's mother's nostalgia.

    Every time I talk about these past things, I feel a heavy sense of powerlessness, but I can't change what happened before.

    The three of them suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

    They were supposed to be the three closest people in the world, but now they were like strangers, with solemn expressions on everyone's faces.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? were silent.

    "you¡­¡­"

    Jiang He finally broke the awkward silence.??Tender and tender pink.

    Ruan Xing held a bag of fresh strawberries and raised his hand directly to Jiang He's face.

    "What are you doing?"

    Jiang He smiled fondly and helplessly.

    "I'm afraid you'll cry, okay!" Ruan Xing held the strawberry and placed it on her hips, "I'm afraid you'd hide under the quilt and moan, so I brought you some community warmth."

    "Hey." Jiang He twitched the corner of his mouth, deliberately showing disdain.

    But the bottom of my heart has already melted.

    A final sound, scattered in the air.

    He held Ruan Xing¡¯s chin with his hand and kissed her hard.

    It was as if he was chewing it, and he had no intention of showing mercy at all.

    "Call you Pi."

    Between kisses, Jiang He said.

    Jiang He's other hand hugged Ruan Xing's waist tightly.

    Jiang He thought of what his mother had just asked him: "Don't you miss home?"

    Who can miss home?

    But his home seems to be within his arms.

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