Dijun, you went to the wrong volute

It has been raining continuously for seven days and seven nights.

Some lush moss grew on the path paved with bluestone bricks, and rainwater fell in the moss, making it very slippery, and one's feet could fall into the sky if one was not careful.

A cloth shoe with a white bottom and a black surface stepped on the moss carefully along the path.

In the distance, the sky has not yet dawned, the cold smoke is faint, and the silk rain gathers on the lacquered red cornices, condensing into a silver transparent water curtain in front of the eaves.

Looking up from the cloth shoes, it is a light yellow Confucian shirt, with snow white inside, and a light yellow fine gauze robe outside, with a dark embroidered cloud pattern on the cuffs. Young, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

He held a blue-gray oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and held a stack of neatly bound books in front of his chest with the other hand.

He stopped and walked, looking back from time to time.

The path behind him disappeared into the mist, and there was only drizzle between the sky and the earth, and there was no one in it.

After making sure that there was no one behind him, he took a breath and stood in front of a small pit with deep water to take a rest.

"It's too early, I won't come..." He muttered in a low voice, and when he was about to step over, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and the wind and rain poured in.

He turned his head and saw a clump of gray-white tails protruding from his waist swaying in the rain, and the soft down was covered with a layer of water mist in a short while.

He looked around, checked again and again that there was no one there, then twisted his little butt, shook off the water droplets on his tail, grabbed the tip of the tail with his backhand and licked off the water droplets, and smoothed the fluff on his own tail She shyly put her tail away.

"Blunt talent, poor spells..." He remembered what his master had said to him before his parents sent him here, sighed quietly, then stretched out his hands to scratch the furry triangular ears that protruded from his head, and pressed them back .

The bluestone brick path gradually came to an end in the cold smoke, winding to a courtyard with a tall wall.

In front of the courtyard hangs a plaque with gold letters on a red background, with three elegant characters on it: Dongxuetang.

The moss in front of the school hall stands tall and green, and there are no footprints anywhere.

After confirming countless times that he was the first to arrive at the study hall, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked through the quiet courtyard, stood in front of the corridor, closed the oil-paper umbrella, and pushed open the pear-colored wooden door of the study hall.

The door creaked, startling the people inside.

He stood by the door in astonishment, looking at the tall and slender young man who was standing by the window and recovered from the continuous drizzle.

The boy was wearing the same student clothes as him, but he wore a fairy air that could not eat fireworks. The boy was extremely handsome and exquisite, with delicate features on his palm-sized face, upright and modest.

The boy's pupils are very light amber, and the pupils are like sparkling lakes with water in them, his black hair is like a waterfall hanging on his waist, he squints and smiles, the corners of his lips are curved, and the sides of his creamy cheeks are sunken The two round dimples added a bit of intimacy and cuteness to him, and the young man pulled a light and soft tone, and slowly uttered a sentence from his pink lips, "Hi~~~Wen~gong ~Son~"

Wen Yuan quickly walked three steps and made two steps to the young man, and said anxiously, "Since when did you come here?"

He had come very early, but unexpectedly this person was earlier than him.

The young man smiled and said nothing, his eyebrows were like a crescent moon, and his spirit was high. Seeing that his shoulders were mostly wet from the rain, he stretched out his hand and pointed upwards. Wen Yuan felt a warm air flow on his shoulders, and bowed his head again. , the place where the shoulder was wet has dried up.

"Yun Gongzhi, thank you." Wen Yuan said slowly, his speech was a little unclear, he didn't know whether it was because he was born with low self-esteem and didn't interact with people often, or it was born in his mother's womb.

He is not proficient in spells and his speech is vague, which makes Wen Yuan very timid. He has been timid for so many years, and this is the first time he wants to get close to a person and care about him.

He raised his head and looked carefully at Yun Gongzhi in front of him, and saw that his bright eyes were slightly red, the corners of his eyes were slightly wet, and his appearance was indescribably pitiful and approachable. Wen Yuan felt a pain in his heart, he I cried again, when I couldn't see it.

He came so early, he came in the rain, and he didn't catch up with Yun Gongzhi.

Wen Yuan looked at Yun Tun's side face and thought, he looks so sad, so sad.

He thought about it again, but he couldn't do anything about remembering the date, he could only watch him sitting alone in the empty school, enjoying the rain in loneliness.

I also thought, Yun Gongzhi's dimples are so beautiful, and they are so round when he is sad.

Continuing to think, Yun Gongzhi didn't laugh at him.

Wen Yuan's heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't keep it on his face, showing worry and distress, and from the bottom of his heart, he searched for some words of comfort and comfort.

Just as he was about to say something, Yun Gongzhi sat down with his clothes lifted, his unique clear and bright voice was like the plum rain in early summer, soft and gentle, he propped his cheeks and looked out the window, and said with a sigh, "Rain~ Still~not~stop~"

Wen Yuan answered in his heart, yes, the rain doesn't stop, it's as continuous as melancholy.

This kind of rain is really easy to cause some sentimental thoughts.

Wen Yuan cheered himself up, and sat in front of Yun Gongzhi with the scroll in his arms.

Yun Tun blinked slowly, looked at him, pursed his lips lightly, with round dimples.

Seeing him being so gentle and peaceful, Wen Yuan couldn't help reaching out to hold Yun Gongzhi's hand, but when he just reached out, he held back desperately, and casually grabbed the hand that was outstretched. The dead branches in front of Yuntun started to play.

"Yun Gongzhi has been in the school for half a month."

Yun Tun looked at the dead branch in his hand with a smile, "Hmm~"

Wen Yuan raised his head and said sincerely, "Husband paper seems to be a bit deserted, but he is very yelling. Chonglai will not reprimand students. If you have a request, you can mention it to him. If it is appropriate, husband paper will certainly I will agree, Yun Gongzhi doesn’t need to worry.”

"Good~"

Wen Yuan didn't dare to raise his head, because his face was burning badly, and he rubbed the dead branches in his hands, "Then, if Yun Gongzhi misses home, he can also mention it to Husband Zhi."

Wonton, "Oh~"

He tilted his head, feeling a little hungry.

Hearing Yuntun's concise answer, Wen Yuan thought he didn't believe what he said, and felt a little anxious. He raised his eyes and saw Yuntun's red eyes. He broke off the dead branch and threw it on the table. Standing up and holding Yuntun's shoulders, he said eagerly, "If you miss home, go back and see your parents, you, don't cry, okay?"

Yun Tun was dizzy from his shaking, and he broke off his breakfast and threw it away. He didn't want to cry before, but looking at his crumbled meal, he felt a little helpless and wanted to cry.

"Wen~gong~zi~na~, you~yes~no~yes~wrong~will~?" Wonton water pink lips opened and closed, and said slowly.

Wen Yuan shook his head quickly, "I didn't misunderstand. I just want to be friends with you. Of course I'm homesick, but I'll get used to it after a long time. I, I just don't want to see you cry secretly. My mother said she was homesick and cried, it’s not ashamed.”

Yuntun slowly~ He said with a smile, watching as Wen Yuan kept shaking his head, two gray and white fluffy ears popped out of his head, and his faint eyes spread out like a pond where the rainy season tossed and fell Ripples, the voice is clear, "Okay~. But~yes~, you~mistake~will~, I~did~not~cry~over~"

Wen Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and murmured, "But your eyes are always red."

He couldn't be wrong about this, the dark pupils glowed with a faint luster in the sunshine after the rain, as if covered with a layer of water vapor, Wen Yuan never missed the moisture in the corner of his eyes, and the soft sigh when looking at the rain.

Yun Tun was amazed at how meticulously he observed himself, Wen Wen smiled and said, "I~ am~snail~"

Wen Yuan was dumbfounded, he knew.

Yuntun continued, "Snail~has~shell~"

Wen Yuan blinked, and his fluffy ears twitched.

"Shell~has~seams~" Yuntun was not in a hurry.

A layer of drizzle outside the window was blown in by the wind and sprinkled finely on his shoulders.

Yun Tun propped his cheek with one hand, unconsciously touched the dimple on his face with his fingertips, stretched out his hand to catch the rain curtain blown in by the wind, then lifted it up, and finally couldn't help but flicked Wen Yuan's furry pointed ears, "Seam~in~leak~rain~, I~use~touch~corner~to~out~scoop~water~come~hold~"

"..."

Wen Yuan realized that he seemed to have misheard something, but he didn't mishear, and asked blankly, "The tentacles are your eyes, right?"

Yun Tun nodded, "Hmm~ah~"

Wen Yuan's eyes enlarged slightly. Is this the reason why his eyes were red, swollen and moist? Wen Yuan felt as if his body had been emptied, and was blocked up again strangely. Looking at the person in front of him, his lips moved several times, Finally, taking a deep breath and sticking out his thumb, he murmured, "...so tired."

Yun Tun watched as the fingers stretched out in front of him suddenly turned into furry paws unconsciously by the owner, and the round pads in the gray fur were pink and white, and one of them was tilted up to face him.

He was delighted to see it, and stretched out a finger to poke on the meat pad.

With his jab, the person opposite shuddered, completely turning into a gray-white fox squatting on the chair, its paws still facing him, its round black eyes trying to hide its shock.

Yuntun probably realized that he was wrong, and said sorry, "Yeah~no~get up~, scared~you~~"

He didn't expect that he would actually scare a gray fox out of its original form. He pondered a few times inwardly. The gray fox really cared about him, so he rolled up his sleeves, turned around, and a puff of green smoke swept over him, turning into a A snail the size of a copper coin shook its tentacles and smiled at Wen Yuan, saying, "Look~"

Wen Yuan's fox eyes moved over, and saw a snow-white snail. The small shell of jasper was like an ancient jade, with a warm luster, vaguely like ink threads floating in the white jade.

There is a half-inch-long crack in the center of the snail shell, which runs across the entire jade-like shell and opens a seam on it, which is especially reminiscent of the pain of cracking the shell.

Wen Yuan heard the sound coming out of the volute, and said faintly, "Immortal~island~shang~rain~seems~some~a lot~, the shell~middle~almost~is~moist~wet~ Terrible~ Terrible~”

The mist seeped in from the cracks in the shell, and water droplets condensed in the volute, which lingered for a long time.

Because soaked in water, he would get fat, so Yuntun had no choice but to keep scooping out the condensed water droplets. When he was young, he was not very good at spells, and he was not very good at using spells, so he found a way by himself, bending the tips of the tentacles It becomes a small spoon mold, and when it is free, it gets into the shell and scoops water outside.

Wonton hooked its tentacles to hold a drop of water foam, and then drilled out of its shell, porphyrin trembled happily, shaking off the water foam on the tentacles within two strokes.

After scooping too many times, the tentacles became a little red. After turning into a human form, I always felt that my eyes were crying and swollen, but it was not a serious problem.

Wen Yuan saw that this was the reason for Mr. Yun's red eyes. Although it was a misunderstanding, he always felt that the little snail scooped water out of its shell and made him feel very distressed.

He lowered his head, sniffed the snail shell, stretched out his wet tongue and lovingly licked the cracked shell.

Wonton shrunk in the shell, "..."

He raised his little head and looked out through the slit on the volute, his bright red tongue swept across the small shell from time to time, dripping a large drop of saliva.

Yun Tun was thinking, if the little fox likes to lick him every now and then, he might have to think carefully about whether or not this friend can make friends.

The leaking rain was already bad enough, and he really couldn't bear it if more foxes rained it.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Fox (affectionate): Why are there tears in Tired eyes?

Snail (seriously): because~for~I~take~it~scoop~water~come~take~

——This stalk comes from Ai Qing's "I Love This Land", you can take a look at this poem.

Hahahahaha, I always feel that Wen Yuan has a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent, hahaha.