Slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return - Kun Qiu colleagues

The future dreams are much simpler. The waves and the snails overlap each other. Begonia blooms year after year. He walks the most ordinary life path among ordinary people. The sun rises and sets between the sea and the sky. What remains unchanged is the moody sea, and the red dolphins that come once a year as promised.

But his favorite is to walk along the reef to the beach when it rains.He doesn't like to open an umbrella and let the raindrops hit his skin.

—Brother, where are you going when it rains?Have you brought an umbrella?

No.He remembered the frowning eyebrows on his younger sister's face, whose stature was beginning to grow.

—Let him go.

He also remembered that Chun, who was not yet married, was talking with his sister's shoulders.

If he is tired from walking but the rain has not stopped, he will go up the mountain, climb up the tall banyan tree on the slope, and look at the end of the sea as far as his eyes can see from there, and hold the weight on his chest tightly. The repaired red shell will fall into a deep sleep, hoping to have a satisfying dream.

The salty raindrops slid from the leaves and landed on his lips with a "tick".He was awakened from his dream by the drops of water, licked his wet lips, and opened his eyes in a daze.What came into view was a familiar face, with a few strands of long white hair secretly hanging down from his temples, sticking to his skin.The other party's eyes were tearful, and his eyes seemed to be slightly swollen, with a trace of redness.Kun stared intently at the face in front of him, raised his hand tremblingly, and gently wiped away the tears on his face.

"I'm dreaming again..." he whispered to himself.

But Qiu grabbed his hand tightly and threw herself on Kun's chest, apologizing in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

The real feeling of being bumped into his chest by Qiu made him dazed, and he picked up Qiu's long hair that was loose at the temples, and the soft long hair slid down piecemeal at his fingertips.This is different from his dream. Reality and illusion overlapped each other in his mind, blending with each other, making all the real things less real.He seems to be the same him in the dream, but he also seems to be the same him who woke up with nothing in the rising tower. The two of them are like travelers who have trekked through mountains and rivers in the wind and rain. They have finally reached a resting place and can finally relax.

He put his hands on Qiu's back, pacified him, and comforted him repeatedly: "Don't be afraid... Qiu, I'm here..."

"I don't want...you...can't go back...what should I do..."

Even in the catastrophe a hundred years ago, he was not so afraid.Qiu's arms tightened slightly, holding Kun tightly, for fear that if he let go, the person in his arms would turn into a wisp of green smoke and disappear between the sea and the sky.

"Then I won't go back." Kun patted Qiu on the back and comforted, "Don't worry."

"You... don't understand anything..." Qiu was awakened by the civet cat's cries, and she was already dumbfounded when she ran to the railing. Here, he was lying on the patio with his eyes closed, and his quiet eyes seemed to never wake up again.He slept for ten days and nights.His name completely disappeared from the book of life and death, and the home of his soul also disappeared in Tongtian Pavilion.All this happened suddenly and without reason. Qiu had never been so helpless before. For the first time, he realized that he was not in charge of life and death, but just a recorder.

Kun didn't answer any more, and let him weep silently on his chest, the rhythm of sobbing and clapping echoed his breathing.When Qiu was almost crying, he patted Qiu's shoulder again, and slowly stood up.Qiu let go of his hand and sat beside him, thinking about wiping the tears on his face with his sleeve, when Kun grabbed his hand as soon as he moved.Under Qiu's puzzled gaze, Kun slowly moved closer, and a soft kiss landed on the corner of Qiu's cold eyes.

They have never been intimate in human appearance.

Qiu's tears were still on his lips, he pursed his lips, it tasted the same as the rain in his dream.