Chen Xia

On the fourth day of June, Jiang Chen came to Wen Da to meet Ye Mian and said he was going to Jiangcheng.

Ye Mian didn't have any objections. After she graduated, she should return to Jiangcheng.

But the twisting of the gears of fate frightened Ye Mian.

After all, in my last life, I was in Jiangcheng...

The summer is hot and dry, with abundant rainfall as usual.

It seems that the heavy rain that spring did not come has fallen in this season.

It rained heavily at night for two consecutive days.

The temperature didn't drop much.

Anyway, it makes people feel stuffy invisibly.

The puppies on the roadside were so bored that they lay on the ground with a sullen expression and swept their tails, their mouths drooping with world-weariness.

Because of Fu Ziheng's perversion, Ye Mian no longer goes to the study room to read during this period. After class, he either goes back to the dormitory or the studio, and occasionally goes out for shopping.

When it was the hottest time in the University of Vancouver and the air conditioner in the dormitory was broken, she made the rare choice to go back to the apartment in Yunge Lake.

Graduation is getting closer and closer, and she feels unspeakably complicated.

More than a year remains.

The last year or so.

She couldn't tell others about the past she knew, nor could she tell Jiang Chen what he was about to face in his previous life.

Because everything in this life has changed too much, such as the death of Jiang Chen's father, her falling in love with Jiang Chen, and many important nodes in her life that did not overlap with her previous life.

And there were too many things she didn't know.

She couldn't be sure that would happen again.

At the very least, she would have to wait until that day to confirm.

Because there is fear.

Waiting is the hardest part.

Ye Mian was lying on the soft big bed in the apartment, next to her newly bought gardenia bouquet, the strong and lingering fragrance of the flowers wafted in the hot and humid night wind.

This smell puts her at ease.

Smart speakers play soothing music.

empty room,
The video call went off on time.

Ten o'clock at night.

Ye Mian knew who it was without even looking.

She took out her phone and clicked connect.

Jiang Chen's face appeared in front of the phone screen.

He seems to have just finished work and has washed up. His hair hangs down naturally, a little damp, covering his eyes. In addition, his eyes are light and deep, and his facial features are clear-cut, which makes him feel more gentle than usual. Mysterious flavor.

Seeing that the background behind her changed and it was no longer the cramped balcony in the school dormitory, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You won't be living in school today?"

Ye Mian nodded and reached out to press the control button of the stereo. She couldn't press it, so she adjusted the volume to mute, "Well, the school has a power outage today. I heard that the heavy rain last night blew down the branches and damaged several parts of the dormitory building. The wires everywhere are broken and it’s quite difficult to repair.”

Jiang Chen held a cup of hot tea and a financial magazine at hand. Hearing this, his gentle eyebrows curved: "I'll have someone take you to school tomorrow."

"Don't." Ye Mian shook her head fiercely: "You let me go to work, I can go by myself."

After Ye Mian finished speaking, he thought of the Rolls Royce parked under the trees in the community, still collecting leaf dust.

I couldn't help but said: "If I don't let you, let someone come."

Jiang Chen: "Yeah, okay."

Ye Mian continued: "You're not giving it to me, you're asking someone to drive the car you left behind. I don't usually need it. Such a car is too high-profile to drive. I've always said I wanted to buy a car, but unfortunately I didn't. Time, wait until I return to Jiangcheng to buy one myself."

"Huh? High-profile?" Jiang Chen paused for a moment, "I buy all low-profile models." "High-profile." Ye Mian said, "The brands are high-profile."

It was undeniable that Jiang Chen was from the financial circle, so she kept a low profile when traveling in such a famous car. However, she always felt that the car was not bought by her, and it was a bit pretentious to drive.

The exam was approaching and Ye Mian had a heavy review task. After chatting with Jiang Chen for a while, she opened her notes and started browsing.

The clouds outside the window were thick and dark, and the usually bright silver moonlight had disappeared for several days.

It was another night where it was going to rain at any time.

The chirping of insects was particularly noisy.

She placed Jiang Chen's lens on the phone holder on the side of the table, and occasionally she could hear the sound of news coming from Jiang Chen's side.

She narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly I felt as if I had returned to that summer.

She and Jiang Chen also studied through videos in this way, but at that time, because they were rushing to make progress, their learning mentality was more painful.

She put down her pen, stood up, took out the study notes she had collected from the cabinet, and quietly placed them in front of the camera to show Jiang Chen.

"Look, your study notes, you gave them to me in my senior year of high school. Do you still remember them?"

Jiang Chen looked away from the TV and fell on the half-new notebook.

The girl's words reminded him of that time when he was severely sleep deprived.

His lips were slightly curved, and his voice was mixed with a low smile: "You still have it?"

Ye Mian nodded, and Xing'er rolled her eyes, "After all, the oldest boss specially wrote it for me overnight. I will definitely keep it, don't you think?"

Ye Mian said this sentence very easily and confidently.

She stared at Jiang Chen's reaction.

I want to pry into and feel... that young man's quiet thoughts through Jiang Chen, who is in his 20s.

Jiang Chen sat on the spacious sofa, groping for the Buddhist beads at hand. He looked down at the girl with a gentle smile on her face.

There is a subtle feeling in my heart.

He was tolerant in his youth, and spent all his time in exchange for pitifully little money. In those days when he was often hungry and had stomach problems, he often made fun of himself. He couldn't even afford to eat, yet he still did this. kind of thing.

Later, I did more stupid things and laughed more.

He thought it was pretty good too.

At least life won't be too difficult.

At that time, he felt incompetent.

What others can readily give consumes all his energy.

So he was ashamed to admit it.

He was still laughing, looking across the screen at the pair of Xing'er eyes that stared at him constantly. His originally gentle eyebrows became softer, as if he was saying to his past:

"Yes, I wrote it specifically."

Ye Mian narrowed his eyes and said softly: "I will keep it well, thank you Jiang Chen."

The water vapor outside the window became thicker as the night grew darker, and rain pattered on the window sill in an instant.

Ye Mian often felt that this night was magical.

Perhaps the sound of rain came too coincidentally, or perhaps the mist blurred her eyes, but she seemed to really see the boy's most sincere and humble feelings in Jiang Chen's eyes.

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded, his heart trembling with emotion about youth. When he looked at her, his eyes were gentle, "So 22-year-old Ye Mian, remember to close the window when it rains."

Only then did Ye Mian realize that the rain outside the window had hit the desk and hit the petals of the gardenia.

Ye Mian opened his eyes wide for a moment, stretched out his hand to reach the corner of the outer window, and suddenly his elbow touched the vase of gardenias.