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Chapter 3
Song Ran was still jet lagged and was still not sleepy at three o'clock in the morning.
The night outside the window is endless and the rain is gurgling.
She sat by the wooden window, turned on a desk lamp, and sorted out the diary and photo diary she had written during this time under the lamp. She supplemented her diary entry on June 3rd: that day she took a flight from Gamma to Guangzhou, and then transferred back to Liangcheng. When we landed at Tianhe Airport, everyone on the plane cheered.
She recorded that experience in flashback and stopped writing when she came to the man named "azan".
In the quiet night, she raised her head and looked out the window.
The windows are old-fashioned wooden row windows. The wooden edges cut the windows into neat small squares, and white plaster and nails are used to embed the square glass.
At this moment, the night rain knocked on the wooden window, leaving winding water marks on the glass.
She wanted to use some words to describe his appearance, but she only wrote one sentence:
"He has a pair of dark eyes."
She tried hard to remember and wanted to write something else for him, but there was the sound of breaking glass downstairs.
She went downstairs to take a look. After she returned home, she opened the window for ventilation. Before the heavy rain at night, a window leaked and was left open. The wind and rain knocked down a glass of water-growing money grass next to the window. She closed the window, took another bowl, filled the water, threw the grass in, and cleaned up the mess on the floor.
The months in Dongguo were too dry. When I returned to Liangcheng, it happened to be the plum rainy season, and the air was so humid that it felt like it was soaked in water.
Due to the return of moisture, the floors, walls, furniture, and everywhere are wet.
Song Ran thought that after the rainy season, he would have to find a decoration company to add a moisture-proof layer to this old house.
This is a typical old house with local characteristics in Liangcheng. It is a two-story building built with red bricks and cement. The red bricks are exposed on the exterior walls; the interior walls are whitewashed, with green skirtings about one meter high at the corners; the white and green contrasting colors are clean and fresh. The house faces south, has large windows and doors, and is ventilated front and back. There is a stove in the backyard, and the front yard is full of flowers, plants, and trees; the second floor has an open-air staircase and a large balcony that cuts out half of the space.
This is grandma's house. The old man passed away a few months ago, and Song Ran moved here from his father's house.
My father lived in the Tongzi Building of his work unit, with two bedrooms and one living room. The house was old and small. She and her half-sister Song Yang lived in a room of more than 10 square meters for more than 20 years.
She comes from an ordinary family. Her father used his salary to support a family of four. Later, when he became richer, Liangcheng's economy developed rapidly and housing prices rose. The average price exceeded 30,000 yuan, which was beyond the reach of ordinary families.
When Song Ran went to bed, the wind and rain outside the window became stronger and stronger. If this continues, the flowers in the yard will fall down.
She slept until noon the next day and woke up. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the orange leaves were washed with water and turned green. When I opened the window, the fragrance of earth after the rain hit my face; but there was no trace of rain stains on the treetops on the beams.
In a bluestone alley outside the wall, several women who had just gotten off work walked by carrying vegetables and chatting. Children from nearby schools had also finished school, playing mobile games with their heads down while walking.
Song Ran was leaning against the window and watching the news on his mobile phone. The Dongguo rebels had captured two-thirds of Haru City, and the government troops retreated back to the south of the city.
From the day before yesterday to now, 24,376 Chinese have successfully returned home through various channels such as sea, land and air. The officers and sergeants responsible for the evacuation mission will also return home in the near future.
She looked at the rows of camouflage uniforms in the news photos and sighed sadly.
The book says that the encounter between people is one in seven billion.
I don¡¯t know if she and he will ever meet again due to that subtle fate.
She had no intention of making lunch, so she filled her belly with a bowl of instant noodles and went to the TV station.
After graduating from university, Song Ran worked as a reporter in the news department of Liangcheng Satellite TV. It will be two years in September this year.
She just came back from abroad, and she was supposed to rest until tomorrow. But now is a special period, and the Eastern War is a hot topic at the moment.
Liangcheng Satellite TV has previously invested the largest number of reporters in Dongguo in the country. The reports are timely, detailed and cover a wide range of topics. At this moment, "The Frontline", which is jointly broadcast live by TV stations and online channels, has the highest ratings in the country during the daytime period on weekdays.
In the studio, the hosts, experts, guests, and front-line reporters all carried out their work in an orderly manner; behind the scenes, the directors, editors, editors, and copywriters were busy.
As soon as Song Ran arrived on stage, she was told that the program team needed to make a post-credits overview of the pre-war cities in the East and asked her to provide information. This was not difficult. She quickly cut a few short films of about 20 seconds from the material and submitted them to the director for selection.
When I was cutting the material, I saw the scenery and faces crossing the computer screen. I stood at the window that morning.; But compared to the success at work, Song Ran was more concerned about the fact that it rained for a whole month in June. I wonder if it is because of the long rainy season that she has been in an unusually low mood recently. It's fine when I'm working, but I can't get enough of it after work. Especially when I sit alone in front of the window at night and stare at the rain outside the window, I can be in a daze for a long time.
Fortunately, the popularity of the show has increased the amount of overtime work, and she doesn't have much time to manage the suffocating mood like the rainy season.
¡°Song Ran¡± became a name frequently mentioned by TV station leaders because a spin-off program turned the guest show around and brought about such an effect. The show was so successful that colleagues encouraged Song Ran to treat her to dinner.
Song Ran didn¡¯t get any substantial benefits at work, but she still spent money to treat everyone to the riverside to eat spicy crayfish.
It was past seven o'clock when I got off work, and ten colleagues piled into two cars.
Halfway through the journey, it started to rain again. It was densely packed at the beginning, with heavy raindrops pattering on the roof of the car.
Xiaodong is from the north and complained: "I'm convinced. It hasn't rained even a day this month. My clothes and quilts are all wet."
Xiaoqiu sighed: "The key is that if the temperature does not drop, it will be hot to death during the day."
There were a few comments in the car at first, but then they stopped. Because the rain was so heavy, sitting in the car was like sitting in a tin box that was being beaten constantly. It was so deafening that I couldn't even hear people talking.
Song Ran felt that such a world was very quiet, even the harsh honking of other vehicles was drowned out by the sound of rain.
The car drove to an intersection and was blocked. Trumpets roared.
After being stuck in traffic for a long time, Song Ran lay on the steering wheel and watched the wipers move back and forth to sweep away the rain. With the rain on the windshield, she was a fish in an aquarium.
As she looked at it, she suddenly thought of him.
She was sitting in the car as if she was sinking into the sea. For no apparent reason, she felt sluggish, damp, and breathless.
Very strange.
The day I met him, it was obviously not raining.
Obviously, the climate is so dry. The sun was strong and there was no wind. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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