The noisy dormitory finally quieted down. Lin Yanqing, who was wrapped in a blanket and holding a bowl of ginger soup, looked out the window. His clear eyes reflected the hazy fireworks in the distance.
Outside the window, the rain was pattering down, forming a beautiful ink painting that looked like smoke and fog. The pitter-patter of the rain was like fog-like rain, like rain-like fog. The strands of rain were lingering, and they flowed down along the tiles and eaves. All kinds of knocking sounds and sliding sounds were woven into a net, washing the dust in the air.
Chen Yihan looked at Lin Yanqing, who was sitting in front of the window and watching the rain, a little dazed.
After Chen Fangyu drank the ginger soup, she tucked herself under the blanket and fell asleep. Lu Xiao Yu did not know if it was because she was interested in the profession of a doctor or for some other reason, but after sending the ginger soup back, she followed the doctor to deliver the ginger soup to each dormitory, looking as if she could not stay idle.
Seeing that there was no one around, Chen Yihan became bolder. She carried the ginger soup and quietly moved over to sit beside Lin Yanqing. They sat by the window and watched the rain.
"Minister Yan, what are you thinking about?"
"The rain outside is so clean. It's so beautiful."
Lin Yanqing stretched out his hand and let the rain hit his white palm as if he wanted to grab something.
Chen Yihan silently hugged her knees and buried her head in them.
"You're always like this. You obviously have something on your mind, but you don't say it. Every time, I see you sitting here quietly."
Chen Yihan glanced at Lin Yanqing beside him. Seeing that she was staring into the distance without any reaction, he knew that she was probably in a daze again."That's good." He sighed and tightened the blanket around him again.
"Every time you stand here, I clearly don't see you showing any sadness. You just stand there. Just standing there, I can feel the lonely aura you give off. You clearly get along so well with almost everyone."
"They all say that our relationship is so good that it's enviable, but I keep feeling that I can't get close to your heart. It's as if I'm facing a heavily guarded fortress. You have too many secrets."
"I still remember the first time I saw you in the recording studio. You stood on the stage and played the violin, shining brightly. The dance was clearly so terrible, but everyone's eyes were still unconsciously attracted by your temperament and then immersed in it."
"People say that artists have a melancholic temperament. They are a group of people who are immersed in their own inner world. Others can't feel their resonance. You can feel joy and joy that others can't. At the same time, you can also feel pain that is hundreds of thousands of times more painful."
"That's why I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you won't say what's on your mind and bury it in your heart. I'm afraid that you'll become someone like them. You're too tired and need to rest occasionally. Even if you can't do it, I at least hope that you can let your guard down a little when you're with me."
"I want to understand you. I also want to try to understand you. I want to be the person you can accept into your inner world."
Chen Yihan felt her entire body trembling. She did not know if it was because she had been suppressing her emotions.
"So what if your inner world is full of thorns and things that no one understands? I was able to meet you not a step earlier or a step later. That was a rare fate..."
"I want to walk with you in the future."
Chen Yihan looked up and met Lin Yanqing's clear and clean eyes. Her face instantly turned red.
"You, you, weren't you in a daze? You heard everything?"
"Your ginger soup is cold. Shall I heat it up for you?”
Lin Yanqing didn't answer. Instead, he pointed at the ginger soup in Chen Yihan's hand and said,
Chen Yihan's eyes turned red. She handed the ginger soup over and asked tentatively,
"Should we close the window?"
"Close it, the rain is cold."
Chen Yihan could no longer hold back her emotions. She let her tears fall like broken pearls and hit her hand that was holding the blanket tightly.
"Yes!"
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