Rain.

It starts in the sky and ends on the ground.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan had a freshly borrowed umbrella in his hand, which could keep him out of the increasingly heavy rain.

Unfortunately, because he had been drenched in soup before, the passing taxi slowed down and glanced at him before speeding away, leaving Zhang Fan with a license plate number that disappeared into the rain and he didn't have time to remember.

Zhang Fan wanted to complain about them. "Do you have any sympathy? Don't you see me walking alone on the street?"

In fact, he also understands why the taxi driver refused to ride him, isn't it because he is afraid that he will get the seat wet!

Zhang Fan would not have been so angry before, he was already an old man with vicissitudes, and he no longer had the energy and time to be angry.

Basking in the sun, taking a walk, and blowing about his glorious years with his old neighbors made up his daily routine.

Even after crossing over to this young body, his heart was still old.

However, at this moment, Zhang Fan, in this rainstorm, looking at the bright red umbrella above his head, he could clearly feel that his heart was beating violently.

He was angry because the taxi he stopped was robbed by a middle-aged lady who didn't forget to look back at him before getting into the passenger seat.

It's a show off from the winner to the loser, and her eyes and expression are telling three words.

"I won. ”

"Okay! ”

After Zhang Fan watched the yellow taxi disappear from view, he immediately took the mobile phone out of his trouser pocket, and at the same time repeatedly silently recited the license plate number he had just written down in his mouth.

He must complain about this bad driver.

"It's clear that I'm the first, whether it's beckoning or taking the initiative to step forward. But why did you stick out your head to look at me, and as a matter of course, you drove the car four or five meters ahead and stopped next to an aunt. ”

It's just that he was silent after taking out his phone, because he obviously didn't know what the complaint number was.

After taking a deep breath of cold and damp air, the anger in Zhang Fan's heart was not as great as it was just now.

"Forget it, don't take it seriously. Zhang Fan comforted himself.

Then he walked towards the bus stop next to him, which was about ten meters away from him, and he had been competing with himself just now.

"I don't believe that I, Zhang Fan, as a reborn person, also has a Shenhao system, will he not be able to stop a taxi?

As a result, there really wasn't a single taxi willing to load him.

Zhang Fan could only see others get out of the car and watch others get into the car.

Most of the expressions of the people who got off the bus were panicked and opened their umbrellas, and the people who got on the bus were mostly happy.

Without paying attention, he brought himself into the identity of a passer-by again.

Fortunately, a bus drove into the platform at this time, and Zhang Fan was reluctant to rush up like the uncles and aunts in front of him.

As the protagonist, you must have a calm and unhurried bearing.

Then he could only watch a fashionably dressed young woman standing in front of the bus, looking at him with disgust, for fear that his wet clothes would wet her fashionable clothes.

Just when Zhang Fan was hesitating whether to stand up, a middle-aged man wearing a cyan raincoat, a yellow straw hat, and two bamboo baskets of fruits suddenly crossed him and squeezed up.

"Can't sit down. The young woman frowned and disagreed.

The middle-aged man put down the bamboo basket, wiped the rain on his face with his hand, and said with a smile: "I just squeezed it." ”

As for Zhang Fan?

He was back on the platform.

After seeing the bus leaving the station, I adjusted my position while remembering in my mind where the bus had stopped.

If you want not to crowd, you have to be one step ahead.

However, he was still too young.

When another bus was about to enter the platform, Zhang Fan saw that the rest of the people were scrambling to crowd in front of him.

He didn't care about the protagonist's calmness, so he pushed and shoved it.

It's getting dark.

Darkness here refers to the darkness of time, because in reality it is already dark.

And after a few hours of grinding and grinding, Zhang Fan finally mustered up the courage to meet his former parents.

There is a natural contradiction between the bus driver and the passenger, Zhang Fan no longer needs a support point at this time, he feels that even if his feet do not land, he can maintain stability and not fall.

The grumpy man shouted, "I can't fit it." ”

But for all this, the bus driver turned a deaf ear, and did not close the door until he really couldn't squeeze in.

Behind Zhang Fan was a woman, and he didn't have to look back to determine this.

After feeling the softness coming from his back, Zhang Fan squeezed forward, so that he didn't feel as strong as he did just now.

It's just that in the stop-and-go of the bus, it quickly reverts to its previous appearance.

Fortunately, after this woman pressed her hands Zhang Fan's back, such an ambiguous atmosphere was alleviated a lot.

Zhang Fan glanced back at the girl with a good-looking sister's head, a round face, and a middle school uniform.

After seeing Zhang Fan looking back at her, the other party retracted his hand in embarrassment and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

"Nothing. Zhang Fan shook his head, and then took the initiative to say, "You stand here with me." ”

After speaking, she vigorously opened a space, and the girl glanced at Zhang Fan gratefully, bent down and got into Zhang Fan's arms, and then turned her back to Zhang Fan.

If it's face-to-face, this is a pair of middle school students who are in early love.

Getting along with each other at such a close distance made Zhang Fan can't help but reminisce about the touch on his back before, which made his blood boil a little.

Feeling the changes in his body, Zhang Fan really felt that he had returned to adolescence at this time.

Holding the bus chair with both hands, Zhang Fan tried his best to keep a little distance between himself and this girl.

He didn't want to be embarrassed, and he didn't want to cause trouble to others.

Zhang Fan is still a familiar person after all, and some thoughts have accompanied him all his life and become instincts.

It's like he always thinks that he is a more upright person.

Fortunately, after the bus stopped again, Zhang Fan's pressure was reduced a lot.

The reason was that the seat next to the girl was vacant, and after she turned her head to look at Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan nodded, and then sat down.

Then the girl's body squeezed inside again, revealing half of the seat.

While patting the vacated position with his hand, he asked Zhang Fan softly, "Do you want to sit?"

"No, thank you. Zhang Fan smiled and shook his head.

The girl didn't say anything more, sat up straight, then took out a white mobile phone, plugged in the headphones and listened to the song.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but glance at the mobile phone in the girl's hand, and the girl also found out, took the initiative to pick it up and show it to Zhang Fan, and at the same time introduced: "This is the blue and white porcelain music mobile phone of backgammon, which is the one that Song Qiaohui advertised." ”

The latter sentence carries a bit of ostentation.

"Oh. Zhang Fan pretended to have a sudden realization.

In fact, he knows this mobile phone and remembers it deeply, so he will notice it.

Because this mobile phone was given to Bai Xue after he stole family money to buy it, and then his parents found out and took a mixed doubles.

It's just that now Zhang Fan feels that he won't do such a thing anymore, not because he is a reborn, but now he can easily buy a mobile phone like this.

The numbers on the translucent blue screen in front of him had jumped to more than ten thousand.

The bus stopped again, and in the girl's "thank you", Zhang Fan squeezed out of the bus, stretched out the red umbrella in his hand, and walked towards the home in his memory.