Jiang Xiangyang set the place to meet at the flower shop again, and it happened that Wen Xun was going to pass there on the way back to school, so she got off the bus halfway and waited for him at the door of the flower shop.

In early spring, it was warm and cold, and it was raining again, Wen Xun began to feel cold after standing for a long time, and his hand holding the handle of the umbrella gradually stiffened. After a while, she received a call from Jiang Xiangyang, who said that there was a traffic jam on the road, and asked her to go to the flower bed in front of the flower shop to find a spare key and enter the house by herself when she arrived.

She let out a "hmm", and finally swallowed the sentence "Actually, I've been here for a long time".

At this time, Jiang Xiangyang was sitting in a taxi, he was a little unlucky, probably because of his poor vision on a rainy night, there was a traffic accident directly in front of this road, and the whole road was blocked. He sat in the back seat of the car for a while and looked at his watch, and the driver couldn't help but ask him, "Are you in a hurry, young man?"

"Hurry. Can you take a detour?"

The driver shook his head helplessly, "Look at the current situation, we are caught in the middle and can neither move forward nor turn around, so we can only wait for the front to be cleared before leaving." If you're in a hurry, it's only two kilometers from here to where you're going, so if you can't do it, just walk. ”

Jiang Xiangyang pursed his lips in embarrassment.

- His injured foot is recovering well, but it must have been a little inconvenient. Coupled with the slippery road on a rainy night, if he falls again at this time, it will be too much to lose. He's fast-forward to the group again, and he really can't afford to fall......

"I'll wait a little longer, master. ”

"Okay, then wait. ”

Wen Xun turned on his mobile phone's flashlight and rummaged through every flower bed in front of the flower shop, but there was no trace of the key. Because she had to rummage through the keys with her phone in one hand and the other, she could only hold an umbrella between her shoulders and neck.

She couldn't see herself, but she could guess that she must be embarrassed, maybe a little sneaky—isn't it weird to be alone in front of someone else's shop on a rainy night.

After a tired day's body, he felt even more tired after this toss, and when Wen Xun gave up rummaging and stood up again, his eyes were a little starry. She waited patiently for a while, and only when she was really cold and tired did she call Jiang Xiangyang.

He didn't answer.

Wen Xun sighed and walked to the side of the road to rest in the convenience store opposite. As a result, the speeding car splashed a lot of dirty mud spots, making her clothes and pants even dirty because of volunteering.

She didn't bother with this anymore, so she raised her feet and walked down the road.

A fast-moving private car hit the low beam, and I didn't see her, and I hurriedly braked when I was in front of her. She was frightened, the exhaustion and grievances of the whole day came up at this time, and the moment the private car braked in front of her, she took two steps back, sat down in a safe position and cried.

The driver of the private car was an aunt who looked to be about forty years old, she opened the door and got out of the car, pointed at Wen Xun and said loudly, "Girl, I didn't hit you, don't touch porcelain here!

Wen Xun didn't have the strength to argue with her about right or wrong—even if she was on the one who had fully complied with the traffic. In the face of the domineering driver, she could only wave her hand again and again to tell her that she didn't mean that, but she couldn't control her emotions and cried even more.

Later, the aunt probably thought Wen Xun was strange, scolded a few more words, and went back to the car.

After calming down, Wen Xun dialed Jiang Xiangyang's phone again, but no one answered. Instead, Xu Huairou called her and asked her why she hadn't gone back yet.

Wen Xun couldn't help crying again.

"Huairou. She choked up, "I want to go home." ”

"Where are you?" Xu Huairou heard that Wen Xun's voice was wrong, and she was a little nervous. "You're outside, aren't you? There's a car over there. What's the matter, what's wrong, I'm going to pick you up, right?"

"No, no. Wen Xun wiped his face, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears. She picked up the umbrella that had fallen to the side and staggered to her feet, "I'll be back soon." ”

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xun raised his hand and stopped a taxi.

Before getting into the car, she asked the driver, "Master, I'm a little dirty, can I get in the car?"

The driver smiled kindly, "On this rainy day, who is not dirty, come up!"

Wen Xun got into the car at this time. After getting in the car, she typed repeatedly in the chat box with Jiang Xiangyang, thinking about how to tell him the fact that she left first. In the end, she only uttered the simplest sentence: I'll go first.

Leaning back against the taxi chair, his clothes were wet and sticking to his skin. Wen Xun felt that he had a headache again, as if he could fall asleep immediately as soon as he closed his eyes.

But now she was the only one here, and she couldn't sleep.

She didn't know what was going on with Jiang Xiangyang, maybe she was called away by a temporary work task, maybe something happened suddenly, maybe she was ......

Wen Xun looked at the bright and dim street lights outside the car window, and all the negative emotions in his heart were mixed together.

- I really don't have the strength to continue guessing.

When Jiang Xiangyang limped to the door of the flower shop, Wen Xun was no longer here. When he was waiting for the road to be cleared on the taxi, his mobile phone suddenly ran out of power and turned off, afraid that Wen Xun would wait too long, so he really walked two kilometers and walked over. But Wen Xun is no longer here, only the faint traces of being turned over in the flower beds prove that she has indeed been here.

He slowly squatted down on the spot, and his arms and feet, which had not yet fully healed, began to hurt in his heart.

He felt that he was simply unlucky.

Before he recovered, he was pulled to work like a duck on the shelf, not to mention, he couldn't even see Wen Xun before leaving.

He couldn't help but complain to her in his heart - Wen Xun, I did keep you waiting for a long time. But I've tried so hard to come and see you, why can't you just wait for me in the house a little longer and give me a little more time?