The rain lasted for a long time, from the heavy downpour in the first half hour to the continuous drizzle now, and it has been raining for nearly three hours in total.
But despite the prolonged downpour, the rain showed no sign of stopping. A hazy mist appeared outside, making the temple appear elusive, like a divine abode hidden in the mist.
Many tourists were trapped inside the temple. Fortunately, this is Lingyin Temple. If it was the Temple of the God of Wealth at the foot of the mountain, it would probably be packed with people by now.
There were no lights on in the temple, only a few candles were lit. Due to the rain, the surrounding scene looked a little dim, and the rain changed direction with the wind.
Although Mo Jingchun knew that it would rain today, he didn't expect it to happen so long in advance. What about the promised rain at night?
After discussing for a while, everyone headed towards the corner of the back hall of Lingyin Temple. There were few people there, so it was not crowded and was suitable for a few people to chat.
The only drawback is that it is close to the eaves where it rains, and it is easy to get wet by the rain outside.
There are only a few oil lamps lit here. There are neither Buddha statues nor plaques. Only some gray-purple wooden objects add a heavy atmosphere to the back temple.
Jiang Li walked forward. From their position, they could just see the big bell standing outside Lingyin Temple.
The bronze pendulum has been eroded by the years and has gradually been coated with a layer of gray-black, which contrasts with the silent mountains and forests in the distance.
The big bell was hung on a small pavilion built on four pillars, turning into a silent shadow in the endless rain.
Take a deep breath, and the fresh smell of rain mixed in the air fills your mouth and nose, making all the pores on your body relax.
The air in the mountains is already fresh, and after being washed by the rain, it becomes even more refreshing.
Mo Ling and Xu Fan found two small stools from somewhere and were sitting under the oil lamp chatting about something.
At this moment, standing under the eaves outside the back hall entrance of Lingyin Temple were only Jiang Li and Mo Jingchun.
Jiang Li likes this kind of weather very much. Compared to sunny days, she prefers rainy days. The wet feeling, the deserted streets or the lonely and silent mountains, the whole world is like spilled paint, gradually blurring into a ball.
More importantly, this kind of weather seems to be particularly suitable for Jiang Li.
Mo Jingchun looked at Jiang Li's profile. Against the backdrop of the falling raindrops and dim forest outside, Jiang Li's profile looked exceptionally fair, with three-dimensional and delicate features, especially his deep eyes. They were just like the silent forest outside, revealing a gaze that no one could understand.
This scene is very beautiful.
Lingyin Temple looked illusory in the rain, and Jiang Li stood quietly under the eaves, watching the rain falling to the ground in front of him.
It is a kind of beauty that is hard to describe. It is not the fast-food, stereotyped beauty in today's bustling cities.
That kind of beauty has nothing to do with appearance; the feeling of coldness and loneliness seems to occupy a more vivid sensory experience.
That kind of beauty is more about the soul. The girl's pale cheeks and light pink lips seem to have a hint of illness, which makes people feel a little pity.
But those eyes revealed strength and deep thought. These two contradictory things appeared in the same person but there was no conflict. Instead, they blended perfectly into one.
Jiang Li is both lonely and brave, both cold and passionate, both strong and weak.
She is like a woman who walked out of the misty rain of Jiangnan. She follows her own set of rules, rarely interacts with others, guards her heart, and waits for the arrival of the destined person.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Li noticed that Mo Jingchun was looking at her, so she turned her head and faced him.
"Nothing," Mo Jingchun quickly shifted his gaze. He pretended to stare at the raindrops blown away by the wind in front of him, but his eyes secretly glanced at Jiang Li, "I wonder how long this rain will last?"
"Yeah, I don't know how long it will rain." Jiang Li retracted his gaze and turned his eyes again to the silent mountains and forests in the distance.
"But I guess it won't rain for long."
Jiang Li turned his head and found that Mo Jingchun's expression was a little abnormal.
It turned out that Mo Jingchun had turned his head away again just now, but he didn't expect that Jiang Li turned back again after looking for a while. This made him unable to react and he almost exposed himself.
"Mo Jingchun," Jiang Li called out to the person next to him.
"What's wrong?" Mo Jingchun moved closer, and their shoulders were almost touching.
"You probably don't like this kind of weather, do you?" Jiang Li didn't pay any attention to Mo Jingchun's actions, nor did he care that they were getting closer. "Given your personality, you probably prefer sunny days, or a cloudless sky. That would be more suitable for stargazing!"
Mo Jingchun pondered for a moment. Although he couldn't say that he hated rainy days, he couldn't say that he liked them either.
After all, it’s not a pleasant experience to have your trouser legs wet and sticking to your legs on a rainy day, not to mention the pain of having no place to change your shoes after they get wet.
But one thing has to be said, the atmosphere on rainy days is really good, not only because of the dark sky and the fresh air brought by the rain.
The rain hits the leaves and falls to the ground, making a neat white noise. This sound calms people's minds, and some problems that were difficult to think about before seem to be better solved now.
Just like now, Jiang Li asked about the weather, but he inexplicably thought about matters between men and women.
Rainy days suit Jiang Li very well, and Jiang Li suits Mo Jingchun very well. In short, rainy days suit Mo Jingchun very well too.
Just like Mo Jingchun is also suitable for Jiang Li.
"I like rainy days," Mo Jingchun answered firmly. He tilted his head and stared at Jiang Li, as if trying to convey his surging heart through his eyes, "Just like I like..."
Jiang Li's long eyelashes flapped up and down twice, like a black butterfly spreading its wings, and his deep eyes were filled with ripples.
“Dong—dong—”
The rain was still falling. Mo Jingchun stood under the eaves of Lingyin Temple with Jiang Li standing beside him. They were standing closest to the mountain rain and it seemed as if they were in the rain themselves.
The words were almost out of his mouth, but the temple bell of Lingyin Temple happened to ring, interrupting Mo Jingchun's words and reminding them of the current time.
The melodious sound of the bells came from Lingyin Temple and extended to the distant mountains and forests. Because it is located on the North Peak, there are no tall buildings to block the spread of sound, no car horns and various chaotic sounds. The bells are particularly crisp and can be heard over a wide range.
"Jiang Li," Mo Jingchun was about to speak, but Jiang Li stretched out a white finger and pressed it against his lips.
Such an intimate gesture made Mo Jingchun stunned for a moment.
Jiang Li's expression remained the same. She retracted her fingers, and the rain outside seemed to hit her eyes.
Calm as usual, without ripples?
No, perhaps there were already waves in her eyes.
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