He said he was Chen Yuqiao.

He was the senior who inadvertently brightened up Lin Shuang's daily life during her lonely girlhood. He was the lead singer in the makeshift choir who volunteered to overcome many difficulties and led his friends all the way to the performance stage. He was the enthusiastic young man who repeatedly charged into the front line of school volunteer activities.

Her humble words and deeds, and heart-warming deeds freeze the shining figure in her current life...

He is also the "Three Nos" young man who is talked about by the residents of Yanshanyuan, and the "chief culprit" who made his biological mother commit suicide in anger.

Lin Shuang opened his mouth, and the whistling sound of wind poured into his blocked throat, suppressing his continuously beating heartbeat.

She took a deep breath: "Chen Yuqiao, I am..."

"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars..." The melodious ringtone rubbed into the wind and rain in my ears.

Chen Yuqiao pointed to her ringed pocket bag, signaling for someone to call her, but a look of confusion slowly appeared on her brows.

Lin Shuang was keenly aware of the changes in his expression - her cell phone ringtone was a homemade one, a fragment of a song he had sung.

Before he asked any questions, she quickly took out her cell phone and pressed the ringtone.

From the corner of her eye, she caught an incoming call from the office called "Love Together" on the screen, and hesitated whether to answer it.

Chen Yuqiao glanced at the top of his head. The red umbrella cloth made his face look particularly soft.

"It's raining heavily and it's not safe to answer the phone. Do you want to go indoors? There is a residents' activity center over there. Do you want me to take you there?"

He spoke unhurriedly, with a soft voice that was neither high nor low, so that it could be heard by Lin Shuang but not obscured by the sound of rain. His tone was also very friendly, as if he had already known Lin Shuang well.

But Lin Shuang knew that she was only familiar with him in the past.

At this moment, as a stranger in his eyes, she felt this sincere, polite and borderline concern, and her doubts settled with her gradually steady heartbeat.

"Thank you, no need for now." She glanced at the bright screen of her mobile phone and saw that the incoming calls had stopped.

"Chen Yuqiao." Lin Shuang raised her head and turned back to her focus, her eyes as bright as stars staring at the person she had not seen for many years. She had a faint sense of caution in her heart and kept a safe distance from him.

She thought he might not have heard the ins and outs she explained to the punk uncle before, so she introduced herself again: "I am a project social worker at the Aixianggong Social Work Service Center in Mingwan District. My name is Lin Shuang. We took over your mother's care.

The case requires your help now."

Chen Yuqiao was startled: "Zheng Shuyi? What happened to her?"

Hearing him call his mother simply and rudely by her first name, Lin Shuang's heart sank slightly, thinking about how to objectively describe Zheng Shuyi's suicide behavior and make the predicament she faced serious enough to make this "Three Nos" young man consciously

With a profound awareness of "filial piety", he was successfully brought to Zheng Shuyi's hospital bed.

"Something happened to her..."

"Please wait a moment." Chen Yuqiao frowned and touched the trouser pocket covered by the raincoat, as if talking to himself or to Lin Shuang, "She even replied to my greetings via WeChat yesterday..."

"Um?"

Lin Shuang was stunned: Didn’t Yanshan Community say that mother and son had not been in contact for a long time...

Chen Yuqiao was touching her cell phone with one hand and holding an umbrella for her with the other. A strong wind blew in, and the red clouds above their heads were blown to and fro.

Seeing that he was struggling to find it, Lin Shuang hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and held the handle of the umbrella: "I'll just hold it on."

She carefully avoided his hand, grasped the wooden handle, and stood on tiptoes to ensure that both of them were still covered under the umbrella.

Chen Yuqiao quickly glanced at WeChat on his phone, and his tense expression relaxed, as if he had confirmed that his mother was fine.

"She should be fine, right?" He turned the screen and signaled to Lin Shuang.

The pinned chat with "Zheng Shuyi" contains a recent conversation from yesterday:

"Don't go out during a typhoon. Close the doors and windows."

There was a long reminder attached at the end. Lin Shuang glanced at it and saw that in addition to typhoon protection, there were also some precautions for taking medicine and tidying up the room.

The message that appeared in the dialog box about two hours later was Zheng Shuyi's reply: "Oh, take care of yourself."

The topic ends here.

Lin Shuang: "..."

The content of this exchange between mother and son... was quite unexpected.

"But, Aunt Zheng..."

After reading that conversation, Lin Shuang suddenly didn't know where to start.

Your mother attempted suicide two days ago?

Your mother was so angry that you, an unfilial son who did not do his job properly, committed suicide?

Did you make some serious mistake that drove your mother to the point of desperation?

She seemed unsure of convincing him immediately that Zheng Shuyi, who had ridiculed her son on WeChat, was experiencing a psychological crisis.

A gust of wind blew and Lin Shuang's body swayed.

Chen Yuqiao leaned over, grasped the handle of the umbrella again, and held it firmly for the two of them.

"What's wrong with her? It's not a big problem, right?"

His pure and clear voice lingered above her head. The safe distance was broken. Lin Shuang's mind wandered for a moment, and her eyes fell on his palm, which was close at hand. The small cracks on his knuckles were extremely clear to her eyes.

The red color of the umbrella cloth seemed to splash down like rain outside, flowing over her slightly heated cheeks.

At this moment when she was in a trance, the two people behind them raised their voices and shouted loudly: "Ah Qiao! Come quickly! It's an emergency!"

A skinny little girl wrapped in a candy-colored raincoat ran over quickly, grabbed Chen Yuqiao's clothes and pulled him towards the previous building.

"Sorry, I'll come back to you later."

The red cloud tilted, and Chen Yuqiao stuffed the umbrella handle into Lin's hands and ran away with the girl.

Seeing their anxious postures, Lin Shuang didn't have time to think too much and ran towards them.

People in twos and threes have gathered in front of Building 15.

A "red vest" pointed to the balcony on the second floor that was sealed with anti-theft windows.

"It would be terrible if the tiles break and fall."

Lin Shuang raised his head. A broken flowerpot tipped over on the stainless steel fence. As the wind and rain continued to roll, the soil branches and leaves inside fell down. From their perspective, the tiles of the flowerpot

There is a possibility of being smashed and falling at any time. If it hits a passerby, the consequences will be disastrous.

Next to Lin Shuang, the girl in the candy raincoat from before asked: "Have you contacted the head of the household?"

"The real estate agent said that the elderly man was picked up by his children a few days ago and went on vacation."

"Oops!" The girl stamped her feet, "Ah Qiao, what do you think we should do? Do you want to pry the door open?"

"Wait a minute."

Chen Yuqiao followed the staff wearing red vests from "Haiyu Community" and looked up for a while. Just as he was going to adjust the fire escape, Lin Shuang had already taken the lead and said, "Let me give it a try."

After the observation just now, she confirmed that she could try to get the flowerpot out through the gap in the anti-theft fence.

A gust of rain pounded down, making a rattling sound above the head.

She conveniently handed the umbrella to the red vest next to Chen Yuqiao. Before he had time to react, she stepped forward and climbed up the security window guardrail on the first floor with her hands.

"Hey-" "Red Vest" exclaimed.

"What are you doing?" An arm quickly stretched out and blocked her side with a "pop".

Chen Yuqiao looked a little anxious and almost stretched out his hand to pull her away.

"I'm going to get the flower pot down..." Lin Shuang turned her face and found that she was being circled by him from behind in a somewhat ambiguous-looking posture. Her heartbeat skipped a beat, and she quickly and calmly pointed.

He pointed to the main frame of the air conditioner next to him, indicating that he could go up there.

She explained nonchalantly: "I'm very flexible, I'll be fine soon!"

Chen Yuqiao said: "No, it's raining so hard, you're not even wearing a raincoat."

Lin Shuang looked at his face. The rain dripped down the brim of his hat, blurring his beautiful features.

She grinned: "I'm already wet, it's just a little more wet."

"Hey!" Just as Chen Yuqiao was about to reach out to catch her, she had already swung her body "slippingly", her toes touched the outer frame of the air conditioner on the other side, and her whole body jumped up lightly and settled down steadily.

Now, the flowerpot was within her reach. The rain had soaked her to the skin, and the damp shirt sleeves were wrapped around her outstretched arms, feeling cold and sticky against her wrists. She tried

He reached out his fingers from under the guardrail and carefully moved the flowerpot, trying to break it into more pieces so that the fragments of the flowerpot could be smoothly removed from the gaps in the guardrail.

The originally noisy crowd behind him suddenly fell silent.

Then, Lin Shuang heard the girl with a clear voice reminding her loudly: "Be careful, young lady! Don't force yourself!"

She didn't look back and raised her arms to make an "ok" gesture.

I don't know who asked, "Everyone, please move out of the way so as not to be hit by the falling tiles." A few words of encouragement were raised one after another, and someone shouted, "Where's the ladder? Move the ladder to protect that sister"...

…

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lin Shuang was grateful for her strength and smashed the flower pot into pieces. A few pieces fell downstairs, and she carefully picked out the rest.

"Give it to me." A mellow, unquestionable voice boomed behind the ear.

She turned her head away, and Chen Yuqiao stepped on the elevator, with his back against the rainy scene, holding a red umbrella above her head with one hand, and reaching out to her with the other.

Lin Shuang was startled for a moment, and the young man who suddenly appeared one night many years ago appeared in front of his eyes.

The young man put his back against the big flower of Tongyun Xishao, stretched out his hand to her who accidentally fell to the ground, and said with a smile: "You dance very well, come and dance with our choir?"

…

The memory stopped, and she silently handed over the broken tiles in her hand.

Chen Yuqiao raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by her misunderstanding of the word "give me", and the same pure smile as before appeared on his face.

He plucked the tiles from Lin's hands and shouted down, "Wu Yingzhi! Clean up the trash!"

Then, he held Lin Shuang's wrist through his sleeves, exerted a slight force, and pulled her from the air conditioner rack to the ladder, stretching out his arms to wrap his arms around her.

Lin Shuang: "..."
Chapter completed!