Chapter 229 Rain Curtain
The last heavy rain before the end of autumn came suddenly and violently.
The heavy rain drowned out all the sounds in the city and enveloped the entire capital in a curtain of rain.
As if to wash away some sin and darkness.
The raindrops fell on the surface of the river like beads that had broken off the string.
Kenai didn't hold an umbrella. His white shirt was already soaked through, sticking to his body and outlining his slender waistline.
He took off his glasses and let the rain wash over his face, as if this could wash away the fatigue that had accumulated in his heart for months.
The riverside plank road was deserted, with only the sound of his lonely footsteps drowned out by the sound of rain.
Walking along the plank road, the pavilion at the end of this river channel is looming in the rain.
Kenai narrowed his eyes and vaguely saw a hint of white in the pavilion. When he got closer, he found that it was a woman wearing a white turtleneck sweater.
"Doctor Ke, you'll catch a cold if you get caught in the rain."
Meng Anran's voice penetrated the rain curtain, so clear that it seemed as if it was right next to my ear.
Her red lips were particularly eye-catching in the dim sky. A black umbrella was leaning against the stone table in the pavilion. Rainwater slid down the ribs of the umbrella and formed a small puddle at her feet.
Kenai stopped at the steps of the pavilion, water droplets dripping down his hair. His eyes looked a little dull without his glasses, but now they revealed surprise. "Why are you here?"
"Waiting for you." Meng Anran tilted her head, a faint smile on her lips. "The assistant in the clinic said you canceled all your appointments, so I guessed you were here for a walk in the rain again."
She turned her head and glanced at the river view outside the pavilion, which was dyed white by the heavy rain. She pretended to complain, "You really know how to choose a place. You ran to the suburbs. My car battery is almost out of battery just to look for you."
Kenai walked up the stairs, his wet leather shoes leaving dark water marks on the wooden floor.
The pavilion was filled with the faint scent of Meng Anran's perfume, mixed with the freshness of rain, which made people feel inexplicably at peace.
"It's a good thing you could find it." He wrung the water from the hem of his shirt, his tone a light-hearted joke between friends.
"With your weird habit, there are only a few places you can go." Meng Anran picked up the umbrella and handed it over, pointing to the road submerged in the rain. "The car is parked over there. There are clean towels and clothes in the back seat."
Kona was stunned for a moment, staring at the umbrella in her hand, wondering what he was thinking.
It took him a while to pick it up, and his voice of thanks was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Kenai held a black umbrella and walked in the direction Meng Anran pointed. Meng Anran leaned against the stone table, holding his mobile phone and chatting with Qin Mu on WeChat.
[Meng Anran]: I found the person.
[Qin Mu]: Okay, the rain is too heavy, don’t get wet, and be careful when driving.
[Meng Anran]: Yeah. Is Yanyan okay?
[Qin Mu]: I have a cold and fever caused by internal heat. The doctor said an IV drip will be enough. She's been eating too much lately, so I need to control her.
[Meng Anran]: There are so many delicious foods in China, so it’s normal for her to indulge herself a little after returning home.
After chatting for a few sentences, Meng Anran put away her phone when she saw Kenai coming back after changing his clothes.
Kenai put away his umbrella, walked to Meng Anran's side, and said meaningfully, "The young lady has made very careful preparations."
When he changed his clothes, he found that not only clothes but also underwear were prepared, as well as a new pair of Crocs that were exactly his size.
Meng Anran chuckled, "I never thought Qin Mu had so many contributions."
Even if she thought of it, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to prepare it.
Meng Anran looked at her watch. It was 8:30 in the evening. "Haven't you had dinner yet? Can we have something to eat at the Yandu Hotel?"
"Yeah." Kenai opened the umbrella again and walked side by side with Meng Anran.
The silver-gray sports car was driving through the rain. The visibility on the road was extremely low, so Meng Anran had to slow down.
The car was filled with her usual cedar incense, the elegant and refreshing woody scent always relaxed the nerves.
Kenai leaned on the passenger seat and wiped the water droplets off his glasses with a towel.
"You still can't change this bad habit." Meng Anran said suddenly.
Seven years ago, Conai's sister, Keling, committed suicide. Conai quit all his jobs and applied to Doctors Without Borders.
The time he was waiting for the results happened to be the rainy season. Whenever it rained, he liked to go out alone for a walk in the rain.
Maybe it's a deserted park, a lakeside path in a scenic area, or a riverbank.
It seemed that only the sound of rain could calm his thoughts.
The thin-framed glasses returned to Conai's nose and he turned his head to look out the window.
The rain hit the car window and flowed down in streams. The mottled shadows cast by the street lights were projected onto his warm face, as if they were tears on his face.
"It was raining heavily like today on the day my sister committed suicide." His deep voice was silent and echoed hollowly in the dim carriage.
Looking at the hazy road ahead, Meng Anran pursed her lips for a moment, then said softly, "The rainstorm will wash away many traces of sin, but it can't wash away the guilt you feel towards Ke Ling."
Kenai's pupils trembled suddenly. Meng Anran's words were like a scalpel, accurately cutting open the wound that had not healed for seven years.
"You investigated Ke Ling's case." This wasn't a question. Ke Nai's voice was colder than the rain outside the window.
Meng Anran's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and the wipers drew regular arcs on the front windshield.
"As your friend, I'm just concerned."
Her tone was as calm as if she were discussing the weather. "I'm quite curious, too. You're so talented that you could see through me the first time we met, and you love your sister so much, you shouldn't have been able to notice that she had some psychological problems."
The silver-gray sports car drove through the puddle, and the splashing water hit the car body.
Kenai looked at the blurry neon lights outside the window. The light spots were distorted in the water curtain, just like the rainy night that was forever frozen in his memory.
"The police report clearly states it," Conai said, mechanically repeating what he had read a thousand times: "Severe depression and excessive academic pressure."
Ke Ling's death became the biggest wound in his heart. He could neither let go of the past and the guilt, nor did he have the courage to uncover the scars and examine the matter in detail.
He was afraid that his hopes would be dashed, he was afraid of the consequences.
Meng Anran glanced at him, no longer forcing him to think about these questions, and tactfully ended the topic.
The carriage returned to silence. Kenai seemed to be lost in self-blame and didn't speak again.
The sports car drove into the parking lot of Yandu Hotel. When Meng Anran was about to get out of the car, she received a call from Zhang Tao.
"Boss An, Second Young Master Lu was speeding on a mountain road tonight. His car skidded and went downhill. He's... in the ICU."
Meng Anran's eyes suddenly darkened, darker than the night outside the car window. "He has always been crazy, don't pay any attention to him."
Kenai took in her expression, then calmly adjusted his glasses. His deep voice echoed in the carriage, like a drum beating against Meng Anran's heart:
"There's a line in 'Confessions of a Mask': 'Anyway, this isn't the right season for suicide. I'm waiting for someone to kill me, but that's the same as waiting for someone to save me.'
"The state described in this passage is very similar to Lu Yi."
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