The rain stopped outside the window, and sparse raindrops kept beating on the eaves. The breeze lifted his sleeves through the window. The wisteria flowers scattered all over the ground. The ground was wet, and there was even a trace of moisture in the room. Zhou Xingpei remembered that there was a little man upstairs, so he turned and hurriedly took a few steps up the stairs.
When he came up, Jingyu didn't notice him at all. Zhou Xingpei stood quietly beside him for a while, watching the little man flip through the pages without any intention of stopping. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it so good-looking?"
Jing Yu suddenly raised his head, and Zhou Xingpei suddenly felt a little funny looking at the confused look on his face.
After Jing Yu left, Zhou Xingpei sat alone in front of the desk and remained silent for a long time. When I got up, I suddenly found that the epiphyllum in the room had bloomed.
