Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The two walked quietly side by side, he holding an umbrella, and she next to him, holding on to the strap of her schoolbag.

The small black leather shoes made a clicking sound when they stepped on the hard cement floor with small puddles.

Slowly and gently.

Walking in the dark alley, the man remained silent.

In the cold space, the only sound was the patter of rain.

It was extremely clear, so clear that it infinitely amplified the silence between the two people.

The excessive silence and lack of words actually made the atmosphere a little more subtle.

Getting closer, her hand was still cold when it touched him, the same feeling he gave her.

I always feel a bit alienated.

She looked at the road ahead, and looked at him from time to time.

The atmosphere was silent and she didn't know what to say.

I had to lower my head and walk slowly.

The hand that dropped down slowly put it into the pocket of the coat.

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"I have arrived."

When she reached one of the residential buildings, she stopped and spoke softly.

The lean and tall man sighed and stopped.

The lights in the corridor sensed people and turned on automatically.

In an instant, the bright yellow umbrella and the two people facing each other under the umbrella were illuminated.

She took her hand out of her pocket and took the initiative to catch the umbrella.

Just as she was about to catch him, he suddenly dodged and she missed.

She was stunned.

"My name is Li An, what's your name?"

His cold voice fell on the rainy night, and the moment it came out, it seemed as if it was tainted with the coolness of the night.

Like a knife blade being unsheathed, the cold light reflected always conveys an indescribable sense of alienation.

It seems that he is born to be distant from others and does not like to get close to him.

She settled down and moved her red lips slightly, "Li...an?"

She just looked at him, nodded, and her eyebrows, which were naturally sharp and perverse, seemed to soften a bit because of this.

His dark eyes stared at her, as if waiting for her answer.

The rain in the sky is still falling.

Quietly, be a bystander.

They watched the two people under the umbrella in silence.

She looked up at him, her lips pursed slightly.

"My...my name is Yun Si."

Upstairs, the sound of cooking was heard constantly, and the aroma of hot rice gradually wafted away.

Downstairs, the man in cold clothes gave a low hum.

The cold and hoarse voice seemed to soften due to this.

"Nice to meet you, Yun Si."

"..." She listened to his voice, and her fingers in the air shrank.

He didn't seem to mean to say anything more, and the umbrella handle returned to her hand, his cold white face calm.

"Thank you for the umbrella. I'll return it to you next time."

What he was talking about was the new umbrella he was holding.

Also said - next time.

It means that there will definitely be another meeting.

Although, the time is uncertain.

She looked at him quietly.

After thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. You don't have to pay it back. You can use it."

"It rains a lot recently. It will be much more convenient to have an umbrella."

Although that umbrella was one she had picked out for a long time and liked very much, but...

It was given to him, so she wouldn't feel bad.

As long as he doesn't wet himself and make himself sick.

He said nothing, only raised his hand and touched her head.

He seemed to regard her as a kind-hearted child.

"You have to pay it back."

He said.

"How can you... not pay it back?"

The cold and scarred hand at night touched her soft and warm cheek.

The temperature difference was too big, so he only touched it once and then took it back.