She stared at her son in disbelief, then found herself getting angrier and angrier, so she simply sent him away: "I want some juice, go buy it for me."

In order to give herself enough time to calm down, Zhong Lingxiu waved her hand and pointed directly across the street: "I want to drink from that one."

Yu Ci: “…”

"Okay." He rubbed his brows and said, "Stay here and don't leave. I'll be back soon."

His mother has a poor sense of direction. This is what Yu Ci has been told by his father since he was a child.

Zhong Ling didn't look at him, but didn't move.

Yu Ci felt relieved.

He glanced at his phone and walked to the intersection.

The temperature dropped quite fast at night. In the afternoon, I only needed to wear simple long-sleeved shirts, but at night, the cold wind penetrated my collar and made my hands and feet cold.

Yu Ci is not afraid of the cold, but at this moment he was feeling a little chilly due to the night wind.

I don't know when some fine raindrops appeared on the ends of my hair.

It's raining.

Yu Ci turned around and looked behind him. His dear mother had already opened an umbrella and was staring at a barbecue stall not far away.

He raised his eyebrows and looked away.

The pedestrian traffic light at the intersection was red.

Yu Ci stopped in front of the zebra crossing, his eyes casually cast across the street.

Compared to the dense lanterns on this side of the road, there are only a few yellowish street lights on the opposite street, and right under those street lights, someone is walking towards the hazy rain with a black umbrella.

The man was wearing a long windbreaker, and a pure black umbrella covered his face, revealing his two hands outside the umbrella. One hand was in the pocket of the coat, and the other was holding the umbrella handle. The cold back of his hand glowed brightly under the street light above his head.

Just then a large truck passed by, and the glaring headlights illuminated his right hand holding the umbrella.

On the cold white wrist, a bright red rope swayed slightly, and the white jades strung on the red rope flashed a warm luster under the light of the car lights.

Yu Ci recognized the bracelet.

He had driven three or four hours to the most famous Nanhua Temple in the neighboring city a few days ago to ask for it. He also asked a master to bless the warm white jade - the inspiration for this was the red rope in Qiulu Temple.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows, and the emotions in his heart suddenly surged.

He stood at the intersection, watching the man across the street walking towards him.

The man's steps were neither big nor fast, neither hurried nor slow, and each step seemed to be measured. Fine raindrops fell on the surface of his shoes, gathered into water droplets, and slid down when he lifted his foot.

He stopped at the opposite intersection.

Yu Ci raised his eyelids and glanced at the jumping red numbers opposite him.

3, 2, 1.

The green light is on.

He raised his eyes and stepped onto the zebra crossing.

The person opposite also stepped down the stone steps at the same time.

After walking a few steps towards it, the black umbrella finally rose a little higher.

At that moment, a breeze brought with it raindrops. The raindrops, visible under the illumination of car lights on both sides, were carried by the wind and rolled into the bottom of the umbrella, blowing towards the person under the umbrella, and finally fell on the person's slightly drooping eyelashes.

The raindrops that have not yet found a place to land are swirling and lightly invading someone's collar.

The coldness caused a layer of shallow bumps on the cold white neck.

Shi Jin suddenly smelled a familiar scent in the chilly night wind.

He reached out to straighten his collar that was blown open by the evening breeze and raised his eyelids.

The footsteps that were walking the same distance suddenly stopped for two seconds.

Shi Jin was slightly absent-minded, and a familiar face was reflected in his clear eyes - with raised eyebrows and bright complexion.

"...Yu Ci?"

"Don't stand there." Yu Ci raised his eyes and naturally pulled Shi Jin's hand: "The red light is about to turn on."

He walked across the street with Shi Jin, his tall body shielding the night wind from the side: "Are you cold?"

Shi Jin's gaze fell on the hand he was holding, and his brain, which had not yet come back to its senses, felt a little dull.

Hearing the question, he hesitated at first, then shook his head gently: "Not bad."

Yu Ci turned to look at him, his raised eyelids followed the young man's rain-stained eyelashes to his light-colored lips, and finally lingered on his neck with tiny pimples, as if smiling: "Are you okay?"

He led the people across the road, looked around, and soon landed on a place not far away: "Stand here and wait for me for a while."

When Shi Jin looked up, Yu Ci's figure strode to the right.

He watched him walk all the way to a dessert cart and quickly came back with two cups of something.

Shi Jin stood where he was, watching the tall figure of the man walking towards him in the night wind. The raindrops falling from his head lightly fell on the ends of his hair, embellishing the few strands of hair on top of his head with sparkling light.

Shi Jin pursed her lips and walked towards Yu Ci holding the black umbrella.

The wide umbrella fell on the man's head.

Yu Ci smiled and handed the cup to Shi Jin: "Where are you going?"

The warm white paper cup feels warm to the touch, and the sweet aroma of milk diffuses through the rim of the cup.

Shi Jin's hands unconsciously clenched the cup. Hearing the question, he was a little stunned, then shook his head slightly: "...Just stroll around."

He got off the bus on a whim and didn't have a specific destination.

"Mind joining me?" Yu Ci asked.

After a pause, he remembered something and added, "And my mother."

And...Yu Ci’s mother?

It seems a little sudden.

Shi Jin pursed her lips and was about to say no.

"Ah Ci!"

Zhong Ling, who had been waiting for her son for a long time, could not wait any longer. She followed the direction Yu Ci had just left and saw her son standing on the side of the road, and there seemed to be someone standing opposite him.

He was wearing a black windbreaker and had white skin. He had a tall figure and a cold temperament. Although his face was blocked by the black umbrella and could not be seen, just from his temperament he was a handsome guy.

Zhong Ling's eyes lit up instantly. She picked up her bag and walked to the side of the road in an elegant manner: "Aci."

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows and retracted his gaze: "My mother is here."

It would be impolite to avoid someone when they are already in front of you.

Shi Jin pursed her lips, suppressed the inexplicable nervousness in her heart, and turned around.

Zhong Ling also happened to stop and looked up with an elegant smile.

When their eyes met, both of them were stunned.

Zhong Ling came back to her senses first. The smile on her face quickly widened, and her eyes sparkled: "Xiao Shi, it's you."

Shi Jin: "Aunt Zhong, what a coincidence."

Zhong Ling's face was almost blooming with smiles: "Yes, yes, this is such a coincidence."

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Do you know each other?"

"Yes, of course I do." Zhong Ling nodded and glanced at Yu Ci: "Do you remember the time I called you to have dinner at Guomao? Xiao Shi and I met on that day."

After saying that, she looked at Shi Jin again and smiled kindly: "Xiao Shi, you see, we are really destined to be together."

"I was just talking about you to Aci, and now I meet you."

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows: "When did you tell me..."

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly remembered something.

Seeing him like this, Zhong Ling's eyes flashed with cunning, and she deliberately raised her voice: "That's when I said I would introduce Xiaoshi to you. I also said I would introduce him to you as a male--"

"Mom!" Yu Ci interrupted Zhong Ling.

He stuffed the drink and the bag into Zhong Ling's hand: "Mom, drink the drink you asked for while it's hot." Talk less.

Zhong Ling understood the subtext of his words, glanced at the cup in her hand, and raised her finely trimmed eyebrows: "Isn't it juice that I want? What you bought..."

She sniffed, her eyes moved around the cup in Shi Jin's hand, and the smile in her eyes deepened: "This cup of mine seems to contain milk."

Yu Ci paused for a moment. Then he said calmly, "The juice is sold out. You can drink it."

Zhong Ling glanced at the juice shop across the street, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said nothing.

She turned to look at Shi Jin, smiling: "Are you planning to go shopping at the Flower Street?"

Shi Jin nodded: "Yes, Aunt Zhong."

"Very good, very good." Zhong Ling smiled: "Aci and I are also here to visit the Flower Street, but I'm not interested in this Flower Street. It just so happens that you want to visit it too, so how about this?"

She looked at Shi Jin with a smile: "It's boring to go shopping alone in the flower street. You two can keep me company. It will also allow an old man like me to go home and have a rest."

"By the way, I only brought an umbrella." Zhong Ling blinked: "I'll have to trouble Xiaoshi and Aci to hold the umbrella together later."

After getting Shi Jin's promise, Zhong Ling simply turned around and left. Before leaving, she did not forget to give her son a meaningful look: Come on, son.

Yu Ci: “…”

Shi Jin pursed her lips and held the umbrella higher: "Shall we go?"

"Let's go." Yu Ci took the umbrella from Shi Jin: "Let me do it."

Shi Jin loosened his grip, and the black umbrella handle fell into a large hand. His hand suddenly felt empty, and a cool breeze blew from outside the umbrella into his palm.

He drooped his eyelids and quietly placed his hand over the paper cup.

The temperature of the milk penetrated the paper cup and warmed my slightly cold palms. Shi Jin turned his head to the side with a calm gaze: "Where are we going first?"

Yu Ci: "Aren't you going to visit Flower Street? Let's go take a look first."

Flower Street was the street full of lanterns that Shi Jin had just seen in the taxi.

The surroundings are bustling with young people dressed in fashionable clothes everywhere. Stalls selling all kinds of gadgets are lined up on the street, actively promoting their goods to customers on the street.

There are several high and low platforms in the distance. The lights are bright where the colorful stage lights are shining, and cheerful singing can be heard from the platforms.

The singing on the stage, the conversations and laughter of tourists on the road and the hawking of street vendors, all kinds of sounds mixed together, but surprisingly it did not feel noisy, instead setting off a joyous festive atmosphere.

Shi Jin seldom went out, let alone visited the Flower Street, so everything on the street was new to him.

He held the warm milk in his hand, his amber eyes fixed on the street stall, and his usually clear eyes were now filled with a faint smile.

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the crowd in front.

Shi Jin's attention was drawn over there.

Yu Ci looked at it from a distance and said, "It's a piano."

There is a square in the center of Huajie. During the National Day, a piano will be placed on the square and anyone who wants to play can go up.

He saw the expectation in Shi Jin's eyes and curled his lips: "Let's go and take a look."

When they passed by, the performer had just finished a song and was bending down to take his bow as if to show off.

His girlfriend was standing nearby, and greeted him with a smile as he walked out of the piano.

There were not many people who could play the piano, and after the man left with his girlfriend, the piano was left empty.

The onlookers gradually left the square and went to the stage farther away.

Shi Jin was a little disappointed. He pursed his lips and said, "I didn't make it."

Yu Ci tilted his head to look at him, his eyes raised: "Like piano?"

Shi Jin hummed softly.

"What do you want to hear?"