To Your Island

After Wang Jiexiang left home, it started to rain.

It's the rainy season of the year again.

With raindrops hanging on the windowpane, Yin Xian looked at her walking away.

Wang Jiexiang didn't walk swiftly, she brought too heavy luggage.

He did not catch up. After quarreling so many times, they tacitly knew it, and this was one of the painless ones.

Wang Jiexiang's things were packed in a decent manner. Clothes, bags, daily necessities, and baking books she bought were all packed into the luggage. But on the apartment key she left, there was still her favorite rabbit key ring.

Yin Xian knew that she would only leave home for a short time, and would come back if she was not angry.

He deposited money on her card and made up the number that Jiang Bingbing lent her.

According to the weather forecast, there will be heavy rain in the coming week.

The rain last night was so heavy that Wang Jiexiang didn't sleep well, and came out of his single apartment under an umbrella. According to the news broadcast by the bus, there seems to be more rain this year than in previous years.

There was something in her mind, and she felt uncomfortable early in the morning, but she couldn't tell where it was.

There was thunder and lightning outside the car, and Wang Jiexiang stared at a large group of dark clouds in the sky in a daze. Without paying attention, he almost sat down.

Hurrying off the bus, the strong wind suddenly overturned the umbrella she had just opened.

The kindergarten cancelled the children’s outdoor activities due to bad weather. The teacher took the children to give music lessons and read aloud lessons in the classroom.

There are no children chasing and playing in the courtyard, and the garden is suddenly much quieter than usual.

The sky is always cloudy, and the kitchen lights are always on from morning to afternoon.

There was a ding-ding-dong-dong piano sound from the classroom, Wang Jiexiang kneaded the dough and made the cake for the children to eat in the afternoon.

"what--!!"

The child's screaming pierced through the sound of rain, making her sober instantly.

Following the direction of the voice, Wang Jiexiang looked up at the window. There was a row of iron fences in the open space outside the kitchen. The little boy was hung on the fence in a climbing posture, his body twitching constantly.

It's Xu Qi!

Wang Jiexiang ran towards the clearing at the fastest speed.

The rain was pouring outside.

The black clouds, the strong wind fascinated the eyes.

She stepped into the rain curtain.

"Fatty."

Yin Xian called her.

Wang Jiexiang stopped and turned his head.

The big raindrops rolled drop by drop, falling on the cheeks, wet her face.

The first drop of rain.

The uninhabited field, rain immersed in the mud.

"Run, Yin Xian." She took his hand.

Behind them there were scourges chasing after them, and their clothes were stained with splashes of mud. They ran desperately into the heavy rain.

He was four years old now, smiling with tiger teeth, short hair, rained, and his head seemed to be covered with a dew-dropped hedgehog.

"What is the name of the ancient poem?"

She was hiding from the rain in the pavilion, she asked him with her head.

Xiao Yinxian said to her: "Yeyu sends North."

So she taught him to recite word by word:

The return date is not yet due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pond.

He Dang altogether cuts the candles at the west window, but talks about the rain in Bashan.

The second drop of rain.

The rain hit the letter paper and the handwriting fainted.

The rotten paper, the scribbled words, the wet line...

He wrote: [I have no home].

why?

At the age of sixteen, she stared at the torn and old letter paper in distress, and finally drew a big house and the line surrounding him.

In this way, a connection was established.

A strange boy in the city, a letter that appeared instantly like magic.

[It's raining in your city? 】

[Yes, it has been raining. 】

[Received your flowers, thank you. 】

The ice cream he sent was not cheap, so she asked him embarrassedly in the letter: Is it really edible?

He replied: [Yes. 】

The white ice cream resembles tofu made of milk, exuding a cold mist.

The third drop of rain.

Raindrops dripped along the broken roof into the rental house in the village in the city.

The flood flooded their home, and Yin Xian and her squeezed on the broken bed in the rental house, guarding the clutter behind the bed.

Half of her arm hung out of the bed, and she tapped her fingertips on the leg of the bed, staring at the overflowing water.

A fish swims into the house.

The black and fat fish didn't know where they came from or why they entered their house by mistake.

The tail and torso are swaying flexibly, and its legs are against the sides of the body, swimming leisurely.

Yin Xian said it was a baby fish.

Although it is called a fish, it is not a fish.

The fourth drop of rain.

It returned to the rainy season of this year, landing from the height of the kindergarten and melting into the puddles in the open space.

Next to the puddle, a telephone pole that was blown down by the strong wind was pressed against the iron fence.

Wang Jiexiang saw his end.

She braved the rain and ran over, trying to pick up Xu Qi who was twitching on the fence, but fell into the rain with him and never got up again.

After that, I still longed to return to Yin Xian.

Can't get through his phone, can't find him. But she was still unwilling.

Even after receiving "Come to My Island" and seeing the name "Little Rabbit Island", I still didn't think about why they didn't reconcile in the end.

Is it because of his usual weird temper and uncertainty?

Yin Xian also remained silent on this.

He turned into a rabbit, waiting on the island of Yongye, no more painful memories.

It's because they can't remember it or forget it deliberately.

The story of Yin Xian and Wang Jiexiang ended in the rainy season when she was 23 years old.

She is not good, she said that she will be together for a lifetime, and in the end she will leave him alone.

Wang Jiexiang tried to wipe the rain off his face.

Water marks crawled across her cheek persistently.

The heavy rain in the whole world cannot be wiped clean no matter how you wipe it.

It's fine if you don't save people.

If you don't save people, you won't die.

If you look back, you can go back to Yin Xian's side.

She walked back under the eaves and back to the kitchen with the lights on.

Wang Jiexiang couldn't help trembling, she was only twenty-three years old, and she was really unwilling to die like this.

She cast her eyes out of the window, and the little boy could not make a sound.

With tears in his eyes streaming down uncontrollably, Wang Jiexiang picked up the plastic gloves placed by the pool.

She didn't know whether it was insulated or could withstand such a high voltage.

She rushed out of the kitchen, towards the twitching little boy.

Facts have proved that if life can be repeated again.

They will meet, meet, fall in love, live in leaky rental houses, and eat stale crabs.

He will squeeze carrot juice for her, and she will knit a sweater that is too small for him.

They still quarrel, quarreling many times.

They will repeat the same mistakes, completely repeat the five years together.

Wang Jiexiang knew that Yin Xian was the same as her, and it was no pity that he did not regret the past five years.

What a pity is the ending.