Rain is very beautiful. She is unbelievably perfect.”

“In Coleman’s eyes, Rain doesn’t have any shortcomings. She is an angel, a woman who has been beautified to the point of being inhuman.” Gazing at Song Ci’s face, he continued. “With this face of yours, you are acting out your true colors.”

Song Ci found it strange and asked, “Is Mr. Coleman’s first love Asian?”

“She’s Chinese.”

“Oh I see.”

After signing the contract, Song Ci left the hotel with the script for “Le Chi.” Arriving at the first level of the hotel, Song Ci saw the old man standing in the lobby.

She stopped, hesitated, and started to walk toward Coleman. “Coleman.”

Hearing Song Ci calling him, Coleman turned around after a while.

Upon recognizing Song Ci, Coleman didn’t nod or speak as if he didn’t see her.

Over the past two days, Song Ci had also looked up information on many patients with autism. She knew that there was a huge portion of autism patients who wouldn’t react even if you called them. As a result, Song Ci didn’t find this reaction strange at all. She told Coleman, “The weather today is not bad. Mr. Coleman, you can go out for a walk. Wangdong City is actually quite beautiful.”

Coleman was still looking up at the oil painting on the wall.

Realizing that Coleman might not have heard her at all, Song Ci felt awkward and wanted to leave. She had just taken two steps when she suddenly heard Coleman speak French. Due to her mother, Song Ci could understand some simple French but couldn’t speak it.

Song Ci understood what Coleman meant. He was saying —

“Are you willing to take a walk with me?”

Song Ci turned around in shock and realized that Coleman was indeed looking at her.

Song Ci asked in uncertain English, “Coleman, do you want me to take a walk with you?”

Coleman didn’t like being asked questions or answering them in the same way. He looked elsewhere and said, “Are you willing to walk with me?” This time, he spoke English.

Song Ci hesitated before agreeing. “Okay.”

Song Ci was very familiar with Wangdong City. She walked side by side with Coleman. The warm sunlight shone on Song Ci’s cold white skin, which was covered in a layer of golden glow.

Coleman gazed at her and suddenly spoke in French again. But this time, Song Ci didn’t understand.

They walked to the park on the banks of the Dragon River and sat down on a bench in front of a fountain. Song Ci was dressed rather thinly, while Coleman was dressed warmly. However, he didn’t know how to be a gentleman and wouldn’t give his jacket to Song Ci.

Song Ci rubbed her hands together.

Coleman didn’t seem to notice Song Ci’s action. He said, “This river is very beautiful.”

Song Ci was about to tell him the name of the river when Coleman added. “The buns this morning were very tasty.”

Only then did Song Ci realize that Coleman was chatting with her. It was just that his way of chatting was rather unique. Song Ci imitated his way of speaking and also said, “I ate cereal this morning without sugar.”

Coleman nodded.

Then they suddenly fell silent, as if they had nothing to say.

A talkative person like Song Ci didn’t like to interact with silent people, much less with autistic patients like Coleman.

Song Ci looked at her watch and felt that it was time for her to leave. But she was worried about leaving Coleman alone outside, so she sent a message to Du Junfei to send someone to fetch him home.

Just then, Coleman suddenly said, “She’s missing.”

Song Ci asked, “Who?”

Coleman went on his own way. “She has been missing for 35 years. I miss her very much, everytime.”

Knowing that she couldn’t pry any information out of Coleman, Song Ci remained silent and just listened quietly.

“Rain is dead.” Coleman pressed his hand to his heart.” My heart has never beat for her again. I know she is dead. Dead somewhere I don’t know about.”

Hearing this, Song Ci couldn’t bear it. She told Coleman, “Perhaps she is still alive. You just lost contact with her.”

Coleman said nothing.

Shortly after, Du Junfei’s assistant brought Coleman’s butler over to fetch him. Song Ci got up and bid farewell to him. As she turned around, she suddenly heard Coleman ask, “Child, when did your mother die?”

Song Ci felt it was strange. How did Coleman know that my mother had passed away? Could it be that Du Junfei told him?

Song Ci looked at Coleman with uncertainty. “Eight years ago.”

Coleman stopped talking again.

After parting ways with Song Ci, Coleman returned to the hotel. He sat at the head of the bed, picked up his phone, and called the screenwriter of “Le Chi.”

The screenwriter was very surprised to know that it was Coleman. This was the first time he had spoken to her.

“Coleman? Hello, is there anything you wish to tell me?” Recalling that Coleman didn’t like to be questioned by others, the screenwriter changed her way of speaking and said, “Coleman, I am very happy to chat with you. You must have something to tell me.”

“Yes,” Coleman told the screenwriter. “Rain is dead.”

The screenwriter was shocked. “Rain?” Coleman’s first girlfriend? The Rain who appeared briefly in his life for a year before suddenly disappearing?

“My Rain is dead.”

“My Rain is dead.”

...

As if possessed, Coleman repeated the same sentence over and over again. The butler noticed that something was off with Coleman and hurried into the room to offer him a glass of water.

“Coleman, you are just thirsty and want to drink some water. I brought you some water. You will recover after drinking some water.” The butler was very good at comforting Coleman.

Coleman drank the water and indeed felt much better.

Under the butler’s comforting, Coleman laid down. Unable to fall asleep, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He muttered to himself. “I saw a child who looked exactly like Rain. That child also knows how to play the violin.”

“Rain is dead, my Rain is dead.”

I can never find my Jiang Shiyu again.

[1] He meant ‘make me smile’