APTnovel Chapter 155 Rain is the Sky's Love Letter, I Picked Up a Cat
Chapter 155 Rain is the Sky's Love Letter, I Picked Up a Cat
The two walked to a less crowded area and stopped.
The sea changed color from orange-red to rose, then slowly turned into deep purple. The sky had few clouds, and the colors were also rich, gradually changing from orange-red to light purple, and then to deep blue from the horizon upwards.
Mochizuki Ryo found a clean rock and gestured for Yukimura to sit down.
"And you?" Yukimura didn't sit down.
"I'm fine standing." Wang Yueling stretched her shoulders. "Standing for a while is more comfortable."
Yukimura didn't stand on ceremony and sat down. He took the camera back from Mochizuki Ryo's neck, adjusted the settings, and took a few photos of the sea.
"Seiichi, show me when you're done filming." Mochizuki Ryou squatted down and moved closer to him.
"Your photos are not good."
"I only appreciate high skill levels. If your photos are good, I'll praise them."
Yukimura chuckled, flipped through the camera screen with his fingers, and showed him the photos he had just taken.
Ryo Mochizuki leaned closer, her chin almost resting on Yukimura's shoulder. The screen displayed a photograph of the sea, its composition stable, the setting sun falling precisely at one-third of the frame, creating distinct layers of light and shadow.
"It's beautiful," he said sincerely. "Your photos are much better than those filtered pictures online."
"Your way of praising me is the same as not praising me at all."
"That's different. I'm serious." Wang Yueling stood up, her gaze returning to the sea. "Some people take photos to post on social media, but you take photos because you actually saw something."
Yukimura looked up at him, said nothing, put the camera away, and continued adjusting the settings.
The sea breeze picked up, blowing Wang Yueling's golden hair backward. He raised his hand to gather his hair, the ends brushing against his neck, tickling him.
Just as he was thinking about whether to tie his hair up, a cold drop hit his forehead.
He looked up at the sky.
Just moments ago the sky was clear and blue, but suddenly a large patch of grayish-white clouds drifted in. The clouds weren't thick, but they covered a considerable area, just enough to obscure half of the sun. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, like a golden fan.
Another raindrop landed on the tip of his nose.
"It's going to rain." Yukimura stood up from the rock and looked up at the shamanic clouds that had drifted in from nowhere.
As soon as he finished speaking, the rain intensified.
It wasn't big, just thin, and it shone brightly in the setting sun, like countless golden threads hanging down from the sky.
The surrounding tourists began to stir.
Some people held umbrellas, some ran towards the pavilion, and some carried children and walked back quickly.
Wang Yueling looked up at the glowing raindrops and smiled, "It's really raining."
Yukimura looked up as well, raindrops falling on his face, cool and refreshing. "It's just a sun shower caused by sea convection; it won't last long."
"Um."
Wang Yueling nodded, then turned to look at Yukimura. Rainwater streamed down his blond hair, dripping onto the tip of his nose and sliding down his chin. "The French never use umbrellas. Some people think 'rain is the tears of angels,' while others think 'rain is the love letter from the sky.'"
Yukimura looked at his rain-soaked hair and couldn't help but laugh. "You've written way too many love letters, haven't you?"
"It's good to have many talents."
After finishing speaking, Mochizuki Ryo quickly draped the coat she was wearing over her arm over Yukimura's shoulders, then took off her own coat, spread it out, and held it above Yukimura's head.
"What are you doing?" Yukimura asked, looking at him.
"I'll shield you from the rain."
Mochizuki Ryo raised his coat high; he was much taller than Yukimura, and it was just enough to cover him. "You've just been discharged from the hospital; it would be troublesome if you caught a cold from the rain."
Yukimura held his camera, looking at his blond hair, which was already wet from the rain, with water droplets dripping down his hair and his clothes mostly soaked.
"You're all soaked."
"I'm fine." Wang Yueling smiled, revealing her little canine tooth. "I'm French, I don't usually use umbrellas. I won't get wet."
Seeing his expression, Yukimura smiled slightly but didn't say anything more.
The rain pounded on my coat with a dull thud. The sea was rippled with countless tiny craters from the rain, and the waves continued to crash, but their sound was drowned out by the rain.
"Go over there." Wang Yueling looked around and pointed to the thatched pavilion not far away.
The two of them ran forward quickly.
The rain wasn't heavy, but the wind was strong, blowing raindrops everywhere. Wang Yueling tried to tilt her coat towards Yukimura, getting half her body completely soaked.
Yukimura noticed this and quickened his pace.
The pavilion wasn't large, but the thatch on the roof was so dense that it didn't leak even in heavy rain.
Wang Yueling put down his coat, shook off the water droplets, and draped it back over his arm. His hair was soaked, strands of it clinging to his forehead, water dripping from the ends.
He raised his hand to remove the wet headband from his forehead, carefully stuffed it into his coat pocket, and then swept his bangs back to reveal his smooth forehead.
He looked like a golden retriever that had been soaked in the rain.
Looking at him like this, Yukimura couldn't help but laugh. "Your current appearance doesn't quite match what you just said about 'angel's tears'."
"Why aren't you wearing it anymore?" Wang Yueling wiped the water off her face and blinked. "A golden retriever drenched in angel tears, how rare."
Yukimura chuckled, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, his shoulders trembling slightly. Mochizuki Ryo watched him laugh and laughed along with him.
The two stood under the pavilion, raindrops blown by the sea breeze onto their shoulders and the backs of their hands, carrying a damp, salty coolness.
The rain at the beach came and went quickly, and soon it subsided considerably.
Yukimura looked up at the sky. The moon had already risen, a pale, round moon hanging on the pale purple horizon. From the seaside, the moon appeared much larger and brighter than it did in the city.
"The moon is so beautiful tonight," Yukimura said softly.
Wang Yueling followed his gaze and said, "Yes. It looks like the moon in your painting."
Yukimura glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips, but didn't reply.
Wang Yueling took out her phone from her pocket, glanced at the signal, and sent a message to the driver. There were water droplets on the screen, and she had to tap the screen several times before she could type the correct word.
"The driver is coming right away." He stuffed his phone back into his soaking wet pocket.
Yukimura responded and leaned against the pavilion pillar. Rain dripped down the corner of the pavilion onto his face. He closed his eyes briefly, tiny water droplets clinging to his eyelashes.
Just then, he heard a very faint cry.
"Meow~"
It was very light, so thin it looked as if it had been broken by the wind, fragmented and discontinuous.
"Meow~"
Yukimura tilted his ear, listened more clearly, and confirmed that the sound was coming from the bushes next to him.
"Ling, listen, it sounds like a cat meowing over there."
"Huh?! There really is a cat meowing. You stay here... I'll go check it out."
After giving Yukimura a few instructions, Mochizuki Ryou walked quickly in the direction of the sound, getting soaked in the rain.
After roughly determining the location, I bent down and parted the wet branches.
Deep in the bushes, there was a disposable foam lunchbox. Inside the lunchbox, a small black cat was curled up. Its fur was as black as ink, without a single blemish.
It huddled trembling in the white lunchbox, looking especially small.
Its fur was soaked by the rain, clinging to its body in clumps; it was so thin that only bones remained.
Its front paws were injured by something.
There was a deep wound, with blood dripping down mixed with rainwater. The edges of the wound were already inflamed and festering, and it gleamed with a dark red light against the black fur.
The kitten heard the noise, raised its head, and showed its eyes.
One is turquoise, and the other is bluish-purple.
Both eyes were fixed on Wang Yueling, showing no fear or aggression, just quietly watching, as if waiting for him to make a decision.
Its body was trembling, but its eyes were firm, with an expectation that seemed to say, "Please look at me."
Looking into those eyes, Mochizuki Ryo's breath hitched. One color was the color of Yukimura's eyes, and the other was the color of his own.
He crouched down, slowly stretched out his hand, and stopped about a fist's distance from the kitten, with the back of his hand facing up, and remained still.
The little black cat looked at his hand for about three seconds, then strained to lift its head and touched his fingertips with its nose, its heterochromatic eyes gazing at him pitifully.
Wang Yueling's lips curled up.
He gently supported the kitten by its back and scooped it out of the food container. The kitten curled up in his palm, tiny and as light as a damp cotton ball.
It must have been born not long ago; it was so thin you could feel its ribs.
The wound on its front paw was still bleeding, and the blood slid down the rainwater onto Wangyue Ling's hand, turning its black fur dark brown.
Wang Yueling held it up to her eyes and examined its front paws carefully.
The wound wasn't deep, but it had already become infected.
He carried the cat back to the pavilion quickly so that Yukimura could see it clearly. "It's injured. There's a big gash on its front paw."
Yukimura leaned closer, looking at the little black cat in Mochizuki Ryou's palm, and gently touched the cat's ears. The cat flinched, then slowly relaxed, tilting its head and rubbing against Yukimura's fingers.
"So small. The color of its eyes... is very unique."
His blue-violet eyes were filled with pity as he said softly, "It must have been hungry for a long time; its belly is all sunken."
"Hmm. Different eyes, one bright blue and one bluish-purple."
Wang Yueling turned the cat over to look at its belly. "It's female... no, male."
"She's probably still nursing; I don't know how she ended up here. I looked around carefully but didn't see the mother cat."
He carefully placed the kitten in the still-dry part of his coat, wrapped it up, leaving only its little head sticking out. The kitten huddled in the warm coat, quickly stopped shivering, squinted its eyes, and began to purr very softly.
Yukimura looked at the black ball of fur in his arms, wanting to reach out and touch it again, but afraid of hurting it.
"My dad is afraid of cats," he suddenly said, a soft light shimmering in his violet-blue eyes, his tone tinged with regret. "We can't keep them at home."
Wang Yueling looked up at him, then looked down at the black ball of fur in her arms, and remained silent.
"So if you don't want to keep it..." Yukimura paused, gently touching the cat's ear with his fingertip, "then you'll have to take it to an adoption agency."
The kitten seemed to understand, opened one eye, looked pitifully at Yukimura, and meowed.
The sound was very thin, like a thread, trembling gently.
Yukimura's fingertips paused for a moment.