Under the teaching building, many people are taking shelter from the rain. Some people are waiting for their parents to come to pick them up, and for the driver to come to pick them up. Although this is a small town, because the schools are good, there are many children from rich families, and some people are waiting.
The rain stopped.
Of course, those who didn't want to wait and lived nearby simply rushed into the rain without caring about getting wet.
Under this situation, the people downstairs were divided into two types. One type knew that someone would come to pick him up, so he was calm and calm, while the other type was worried.
It is a very real thing that not all parents have time. In this era, working overtime is commonplace.
Han Jinyue is naturally one of the confident ones. In fact, she often feels that having someone to pick her up after school is very troublesome and not free. Other students can go out and play for a while before going home, but she can only go directly
I can't play with my classmates when I go home.
But when she encountered this kind of weather, she felt a little relieved.
She stood on the higher steps of the stairs and glanced down, as if looking down on all living beings.
Sometimes, happiness is actually very simple. You don’t need to be very good. You just need to be a little better than others, and then you will be very happy.
Then, she saw Zhao Cheng. Next to Zhao Cheng, there was a tall boy. The two joked for a while, and then the tall boy rushed directly into the rain. With that sprint, he was quite windy.
Xi Yi Shui Han means.
Han Jinyue vaguely remembered that this boy seemed to be named Lu Xun.
When school first started, she seemed to have seen him being picked up by a car, but now she doesn't know why there is no such thing.
She couldn't help but guess that maybe it was because the other party wanted "freedom".
After all, even she often feels uncomfortable going home directly after school every day.
As for Zhao Cheng, he stayed in a warm and sheltered corner, sneezing constantly.
If he hadn't caught a cold, he would have charged with Lu Xun, but now, he felt that his life was still more important.
I'm already sick, but if I'm exposed to the rain again, I'll probably have to go straight to the emergency room tonight...
And when it comes to waiting for someone to pick him up, even in his parents' company, the workload is ridiculous. If he can go home at eight o'clock in the evening, it means he has not worked overtime. Occasionally, he can even go home in the middle of the night.
He didn't have any resentment towards this. In some places he was clumsy, but in others he was very wise. His ancestors were poor farmers for three generations. His parents were able to gain a foothold in this small town and had a roof over their heads.
The place has already tried its best.
Although he feels that life does not need to be so tiring, he also respects his parents' choice.
Therefore, Zhao Cheng could only hope that the rain would stop soon.
Thinking in his mind, Zhao Cheng didn't mind that the ground was dirty and sat directly on the ground.
He was sick, tired quickly, and had a day of classes. At this moment, Zhao Cheng felt that he had no energy left.
Therefore, he squinted and looked at the people taking shelter in front of him. As the number of people gradually disappeared, he couldn't help but think to himself, it would be great if someone could save him at this time, preferably a beautiful girl falling from the sky.
, like a ray of light, holding an umbrella and sending yourself home.
Of course, in fact, as long as you have an umbrella, you don't have to be a beautiful girl, and even your gender doesn't need to be so tight...
Zhao Cheng felt that, probably because of his illness, he seemed to be weaker, more sentimental, and more fond of fantasy.
He believed that there would be such lucky people in reality, but he just didn't believe that such a thing would happen to him.
The world is never fair. Some people are young at this age, while others are at this age for survival.
The prejudice against the weak in this world is more terrifying than any sword.
Unfortunately, he is a weak person, a weak person who likes to fantasize.
As for the only fairness in this world, probably everyone has the opportunity to risk everything to pursue what they desire.
Whenever this happens, he feels like he might be a writer.
You are young but your heart is old.
As he thought about it, he became more and more frustrated.
He actually saw Han Jinyue, but he didn't say hello, maybe because the other person's aura was too strong, maybe because he wasn't familiar enough with the other person?! Maybe it was because of the so-called self-esteem?!
He knew that the other party had a driver to pick him up every day. He couldn't help thinking that opportunities were created by himself. If he licked his face at this time and asked the other party to give him a ride, he didn't know if it would be possible.
In this way, he can get into bed early and sleep until the end of the world, instead of sitting like this, which is very uncomfortable, waiting for the rain that doesn't know when it will stop.
"Zhao Cheng's Zhao Cheng, as a weakling, has to strive for miracles on his own. How could a miracle fall directly on your head?!"
"You have to be brave..."
For some reason, at this time, Zhao Cheng suddenly felt a surge of courage in his heart.
Under normal circumstances, he should not have such thoughts and courage, but now he was probably suffering from a fever and was confused, so he actually had such thoughts.
…
At this time, Han Jinyue also had the idea of inviting the other party and sending him home for a moment.
She felt strange that she would have such thoughts.
"Is it because I see the other person as pitiful?!"
Han Jinyue found a reason. She vaguely knew that Zhao Cheng had a cold. After all, sneezing could not be hidden.
Obviously, she had such thoughts because she, Daxia Han, had a kind heart, and not because of anything else.
Therefore, almost as soon as the idea came to her mind, she rejected it subconsciously.
After all, I have never sent anyone home before. What if the other party misunderstands me?!
At first, she just bought him a bottle of water, but the other party liked her so much. Even the witch Fan Qingmeng couldn't make him change his camp. If he were to send him home, wouldn't he be entangled for eternity?
It's too scary to think about it this way.
You know, the bottle of water she invited was when school first started. She invited everyone in the class with a wave of her hand, just to highlight her own pride.
"Miss, it's raining so hard, can you give me a ride later?!"
Han Jinyue was still there, and then she saw Zhao Cheng licking his face and approaching her, and even called her by her nickname.
She was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the other party had such courage. She had never noticed it before.
However, she already had an idea in her mind and subconsciously refused: "Zhao Cheng, we are not on the right path."
"All right!"
At this moment, Zhao Cheng's courage disappeared immediately, and he sat back in his corner dejectedly.
Seeing Zhao Chengcheng shrinking back like this, Han Jinyue, who had already made up his mind, started to get confused again.
It seems that I am planning to ask the other party to gather information for me. Isn’t it a bit bad to do this?!
But then I thought about it, can this matter be compensated from other places, so as not to be misunderstood.
Otherwise, rumors will spread in the class tomorrow that she and Zhao Cheng went home together. Wouldn't that mean she is dead in society?!
As for Zhao Cheng, I don't know if it was a psychological effect. After the moment of courage disappeared, he became even more tired. Not only was his head dizzy, but even the noisy sounds in his ears became...
Weird, like a weird symphony, the whole world seems to have added a layer of crazy and weird rhythm, just like the feeling he had when he secretly watched horror stories in class.
This feels very uncomfortable.
"Classmate Zhao Cheng, are you okay?"
But at this moment, a clear voice sounded in Zhao Cheng's ears.
"It's so hot and you're sweating so much, I'll take you to the hospital..."
A cold hand touched Zhao Cheng's forehead.
"I'm fine, I don't need the hospital..."
Zhao Cheng opened his eyes and felt that he saw an angel at this moment.
"But thank you, classmate Fan Qingmeng..."
Zhao Cheng responded.
"Then let me take you home. The driver who picked me up has arrived, and we happen to be on the way."
Fan Qingmeng said with a smile and extended his hand to Zhao Cheng.
Because outside cars were not allowed to enter the school, Fan Qingmeng held a parasol and walked into the rain with Zhao Cheng.
On the stairs, Han Jinyue looked at two figures, one black and one white, standing side by side, holding an umbrella and rushing into the rain. She was stunned for a moment.
Have you been cut off?!
No, it was my horse that was cut off!
How could such a thing happen?!
You can't. Fan Qingmeng is really kind-hearted, right?!
This is unscientific, and Zhao Cheng is not the only one waiting for the rain.
Is it just to make yourself angry?!
What a high-end tea master!
Han Jinyue suddenly realized.
Then he got furious...
It wasn't just because of Fan Qingmeng's provocation, but subconsciously, she always felt that something important in her body was taken away at this moment.
Subconsciously, she wanted to catch up and ask, have a fierce argument, and tear up the tea in public, but then she stopped.
It seems that I have no reason or position to do this...
Therefore, she could only look at the two figures, one black and one hundred, in the rain curtain, getting further and further away, smaller and smaller, and blurry, until finally they could no longer be seen.
