The large black umbrella swirled and fell in front of the headlights.

The misty light of the headlights illuminates this dark night!

With the help of this light, you can clearly see the word Ming Ge written crookedly in gold and white on the black umbrella, which is like a fluorescent, and it will probably shine at night or under the light.

This umbrella was taken by her from the entrance of the Xing family's old house.

She walked forward with such an umbrella, and she didn't even notice the peculiarity of this umbrella all the way.

But at this moment, Ming Ge, who was motionless, didn't have so many chaotic thoughts in his mind, and only thought over and over again: Why is he here?

The girl in front of him had long hair scattered all over her head, and because she was hanging her head down, he didn't see her face clearly, and he couldn't bear the trembling in his heart, and he asked her in a low voice, "Where did you get this umbrella?" ”

He bent his body slightly, trying to see the girl's face clearly, but the rain was getting bigger, and the girl hung her head slightly, and as far as the eye could see, only her hair was soft with water droplets sticking to her head!

He squinted slightly, the world was in a trance, and he felt that he couldn't stand anymore.

Without waiting for the girl to speak, he suddenly hugged the girl with both hands, "Mingge, it's you, it's you, Mingge!" ”

His voice was hurried, as if he was asking and answering himself, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

The person in his arms was cold to the bone, and he wanted to shiver when he was cold, but he froze and didn't move, because he felt that this cold body seemed to be illusory, and as long as he moved, this body would be broken and disappear.

His head rested in her hair, and the whole person was leaning on her, and he was still whispering, "Mingge, Mingge......"

He wanted her to hum, even if it was soft, but he wanted her not to say anything, and it was better to keep her head hanging and not talking or moving, just let him hold him willfully for a while.

After a long time, the girl in her arms said, "Wei Che, how are you doing?" ”

Wei Che, how are you doing?

I've always wanted to ask you, how are you doing!

Wei Che froze!

The misty eyes closed fiercely at this moment.

Then he exhaled a long breath, and with a mouthful of wine, he looked up at the yellow street lamp, and for a moment he didn't know if he was hallucinating or dreaming.

The rain fell on his head and face, and his body was as if frozen.

But at this moment, my heart is warm, like the sun shining.

"Ming Ge, Ming Ge!" He hugged her and murmured, one by one, from the excitement at the beginning, it gradually turned into a low cry, "Mingge, Mingge, do you hurt, do you still hurt!" ”

I have been asking in my heart: Does it hurt, it must have hurt very much that day, how much it hurts to go on the road alone!

How much it should hurt, as long as he thought about it, his painful heart was about to crack, how did his Ming Ge bear that pain.

But no one responded to his words, his Ming Ge could never be coquettish to him and cry to him, and he could never hold his hand and shout coquettishly, 'I hurt a lot'!

As he said this, the floodgates of memory were opened, like this raindrop covering his face, he hugged the person in front of him tightly with both hands, and he muttered, "Mingge, if it hurts, sue me, sue me, don't ignore me, don't hide it from me......"

Ming Ge's hands were also hugging the person in front of her, she raised her head and kissed him on the chin, "Wei Che, I'm doing well!" ”

The cold kiss without any temperature made him feel that the layer of ice covering him had melted at that moment, and his heart was pounding, and he hugged her waist, "Mingge!" ”

"It's me!" Mingge's face was buried in Wei Che's chest, feeling the hot heat in his chest, and at this moment, the half of his brain was empty, and he only muttered to Wei Che's words, "It's me, I don't hurt, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt!" ”

Wei Che's hand rubbed on Mingge's head, and sure enough, he didn't touch the wound, his cheek was pressed against her hair, rubbing it gently again and again, "Mingge, I'm sorry!" ”

I'm sorry I didn't go to see you in time, I spent my last time with you, waiting to die alone in an empty hospital room, and it was painful to think about it!

But he didn't take her hand, kiss her forehead, or comfort her softly.

He left her alone in the morgue and left her alone in that cold and dark place.

Every moment he was thinking about the picture of her alone in the last moments of pain, and every moment he longed for time to go back to the past.

I don't know if it was the raindrops that hit her eyes, or if there were tears in her eyes, Mingge's front was foggy, and she couldn't see anything clearly, she blinked, raised her head and kissed his chin again, "Wei Che, you didn't feel sorry for me, I've always been very glad to meet you!" ”

She stretched out her hand and pressed it against his lips, "Wei Che, don't say I'm sorry anymore!" ”

The person who is obviously sorry is her right.

Wei Che's voice of sorry only made her feel more sad in her heart.

Wei Che nodded, his hair was full of raindrops, under the faint yellow street lamp, like a transparent crystal bead, his face was also a layer of wet mist, the years left traces on his face, his facial features were no longer as handsome as before, but the vicissitudes of life precipitated, so that there was a kind of addictive charm between his eyebrows and eyes.

It is the charm of being tempered by time and polished by the world, which belongs to the uncle.

His lips kissed Mingge's forehead and cheeks, kissed Mingge's nose and lips, he was like a frizzy young man who suddenly saw a woman, curious and ecstatic kissing indiscriminately.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his hands tightly wrapped around Ming Ge, perhaps he still felt that this moment was actually in his drunken dream, although he wanted to open his eyes to see the person he was thinking about day and night in his arms, but he was afraid that as soon as he opened his eyes, the person in front of him would disappear.

"Wei Che, where have you been living lately, let's go home!" The rain crackled, getting bigger and bigger, Ming Ge is a ghost, the more humid the weather, the more he likes it, but Wei Che is a human being, he obviously drank alcohol, and his mind is not very clear, if it rains again, he will definitely catch a cold.

"Home?" Wei Che opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were still misty, and he looked at Ming Ge in a daze.

But he couldn't see Qingge's eyebrows, he only knew that the person in front of him was smiling at him, and the person in front of him was smiling at him gently.

"Mingge?" He muttered, ecstatic, "Let's go home?" ”

Mingge nodded, "Well, go home, where is home!" ”

Where is home? He tilted his head and frowned like an innocent and ignorant child, "Where there is a Ming song, everywhere is home!" ”