Red wall, yellow tile, white magnolia

Rain Day

When the plane landed, it was raining in Shanghai, but it was just a matter of waiting in the seat. When Beijing got up, he glanced at the porthole covered with water droplets.He put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, held an unlit Zhongnanhai in his mouth, and followed at the end of the line, walking steadily and slowly.

It's winter in Shanghai.

Beijing stood outside the airport, thinking.

He wrapped the windbreaker tightly, and the thick wool could not stop the water vapor from adhering. He took the last puff of cigarette outside the crowd, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and then strode forward without warning and opened the taxi door—turning his head Smiling to the couple whose palms were no more than three inches away from him: "I'm sorry, you two, wait until the next trip."

After finishing speaking, he quickly got into the car, and closed the door with a loud "bang".

"Master, let's go."

"...Where are you going?"

Beijing showed a troubled expression.

"Daughter-in-law is still having a meeting now, isn't it just asking for scolding..." He whispered quickly, "Why don't you just go to a lively place? Let's go to Nanjing Road." When he said the name of the place , Beijing pouted again.

The meeting place in Shanghai was a small cafe in an alley that he had never heard of, and he only said that the location was near the work unit.Beijing asked the driver's master to no avail. Hearing the sound of crackling rain outside, he became playful again. He didn't even bother to check the map, so he simply directed him halfway to the city hall.

On the way, he glanced out of the foggy window from time to time, and felt sleepy in the car with the heater turned on lukewarmly.

The winter in Shanghai is so humid that it makes people feel chills in the bones.Shanghai in this season is more clingy than any other time of the year. When it is very cold, I often lean on his shoulder and fall asleep after a while.

Then he embraced Shanghai generously, no matter how public it was, he had no sense of shame at all.

It's hard to tell whether these two people are together, whether they are eliminating harm for the people or revenge on society.

After all, they are two pests. When they form a square to release skills, the damage does not distinguish between enemy and friend.

Beijing walked and inquired, and by the time the appointment was reached, Shanghai was already drinking its second cup of coffee.

He complained and took off his damp coat, and ordered a glass of vodka with the waiter.

Shanghai looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I am cold."

"I thought I was warmer than Moscow?"

Beijing snorts.

"It's not a question of whether it's cold or not. What did our classmates in Moscow say at that time?...'Revolutionary enthusiasm is the fire of winter, which is more invigorating than vodka'."

"I don't understand." Shanghai laughed jokingly, "I can't even imagine you full of revolutionary enthusiasm."

"Didn't you always say that I sent out party members' certificates while recruiting people to the front line?"

Beijing frowned.

Shanghai showed a happy expression.

"I like to watch you ridicule without distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy." Shanghai said, "Really, the visual sense is very strong."

"Well... I want to thank you for choosing a place where you can sit and chat without getting caught in the rain. How about making you happy? The effect is not bad, isn't it?"

"It's not bad to see yourself stabbing yourself."

With a helpless expression, Beijing stretched out his hand to fiddle with Shanghai's left hand that was pressed on the book.

"Are you still my wife...?"

The silver ring occasionally reflected a ray of light on the ring finger.

He was not at all curious about how Shanghai discovered these little-known good shops hidden in corners.

Because just like he likes to wander alleys when he has nothing to do, Shanghai also likes to get into different alleys after get off work.

It looks a bit nostalgic.

But what happened specifically, Shanghai doesn't say, and Beijing doesn't bother to guess.

What he likes is to find Shanghai in the deserted and narrow alleys in the rainy evening when the sky is almost dark—but when the season changes, this interesting activity will be replaced by other projects.

Both of them enjoyed it.

While Shanghai is committed to asking him out in the rainy winter, he is also happy to enjoy this treasure-hunting pleasure, so much so that he is willing to endure the wet and cold of the southern seaside and ignore the ridicule of everyone in exchange for holding Shanghai in his arms for warmth When the lips touch and the breath intertwine, the body feels almost numb.

"What are you laughing at, are you out of your mind?"

Shanghai put down the knife and fork in his hand.

Beijing came back to his senses, and a smile appeared straight from his eyes.

Then he put a kiss on Shanghai's lips.

"Nothing," he said, "I just really want to kiss you."

"…roll!"