In the face of Yang Jiahui's series of questions, he was a little incoherent, but at this time, his heart was full of a feeling of happiness, a feeling that is unique to men and women in love, a sweet, lingering, and fluttering feeling.

"Yesterday I was happy, so I drank a little more. Zhang Jun explained.

"Come and pick me up!" Yang Jiahui turned off the phone angrily.

Every word that a girl in love says is a "holy decree" for a boy, and the boy has no reason to doubt or object. Zhang Jun was no exception, he quickly got dressed and walked out of the house with a little confusion.

The wind was already blowing outside, and the clouds in the sky were slowly approaching, gradually forming mountains, which covered the whole sky, and the sky was even darker, and the leaves and lawns in the community were blown by the wind.

"The windows haven't been closed yet. ”

Zhang Jun suddenly remembered his mother's words, hurriedly went home, closed the window, and took out an umbrella.

He hurried in the direction of her house, not daring to delay a little on the way, but the rain still fell.

The wind mixed with the rain, the rain carried the wind to the face, Zhang Jun held up the umbrella and walked forward against the wind, the raindrops hit the umbrella like popping beans, the sound of popping non-stop, it didn't take long, its shoes and trousers were a little wet, and there was already water on the road. He had to pick some high places and jump fast, turned a corner, and there was the luxurious community in front of him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew his umbrella to the side, and at this time, Zhang Jun happened to see a girl standing not far in front of him. I saw that the girl was holding a red umbrella in her hand, wearing a red dress, a pretty face under her long hair, a pair of black leather sandals on her feet, and a small yellow bag on her shoulder.

She stood in the rain, quietly waiting for her sweetheart to appear, but when she saw Zhang Jun, she deliberately turned her head away, pretending not to see it.

Zhang Jun hurriedly ran over, ignoring the muddy water that collapsed, stopped her waist and hugged her, and said in his mouth: "Are you in a hurry?"

"It's not good in broad daylight. Yang Jiahui tried to break free.

Zhang Jun looked at the sky before saying, "Look at this dark day, no one can see it." ”

Yang Jiahui picked up her little fist, and said delicately while beating: "If you don't come early, you will scare people." ”

Zhang Jun took advantage of the situation and hugged her in his arms.

The rain was still falling, and there was no respite, and under the cover of two umbrellas, they hugged each other selflessly.

"Why don't you take a taxi on this rainy day?"

"I forgot, and I'm not used to it. Zhang Jun said and laughed.

As a matter of fact, Zhang Jun only told half the truth, and he was indeed not used to taking a taxi, because he felt that the taxi was very aggrieved and did not have the convenience and freedom to walk; and the most important point was that he was not accustomed to luxury, so why waste what he could save? As long as there is no too important urgent matter.

Yang Jiahui said generously: "Then let's also walk in the rain, okay?"

There was a consultative tone in the words, but it sounded like an order to Zhang Jun, and it was a pleasant thing to walk with his lover in the rain.

At this time, the wind gradually stopped, the dark clouds pressed even lower, the rain was still falling, Yang Jiahui put away the umbrella, only Zhang Jun's umbrella was held high, they squeezed under the umbrella, slowly along the bank of the Liao River, today's bank of the Liao River has no noise in the past, the whole long embankment, there are only two of them, two people's riverbank, two people's world.

Unconsciously, they came to a gazebo, which is a small octagonal pavilion, the small pavilion is surrounded by a circle of stone benches, only the north one is drier, Yang Jiahui took out a piece of advertising paper from her small bag and put it on, Zhang Jun sat down, and she sat on Zhang Jun's lap.

She put her hands around Zhang Jun's neck and asked, "How much alcohol did you drink yesterday?" Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Zhang Jun said softly: "I didn't drink a little yesterday, and I went home and fell asleep." ”

He didn't mean to lie, but he didn't want her to think that he was an alcoholic, in fact, Zhang Jun rarely drank alcohol, and rarely got drunk.

"I woke up in the middle of the night to look at the caller ID, and after a bit of a mental struggle, I didn't call you back. Zhang Jun said with a little teasing.

"Poor vernacular!" Yang Jiahui finished speaking, turned her head to look at the river, and pretended to be angry and didn't bother with Zhang Jun.

"I was wrong, I will be obedient next time. Zhang Jun shook her and didn't forget to kiss her.

Yang Jiahui snorted and was happy.

The rain outside is even heavier, and the rain at this time is like a group of cheerful, white little angels in Zhang Jun's eyes, gathering in the clouds, frolicking down, jumping to the ground, the little angels form transparent "tulips" on the ground, and the "tulips" bring bursts of coolness and good wishes. At this time, Zhang Jun was completely drunk, and he was completely intoxicated in the ocean of love.

They snuggled up in the small pavilion, the rain became heavier and heavier, looking at the Liao River in the distance, it seemed that a gray curtain obscured the sight, gray and could not see clearly, and they heard a few whistles from the steamer in the distance, but could not see the shadow of the ship; the trees not far away were also blocked by this cloth curtain, and only the general outline could be seen. The sky was black, the surroundings were gray, and they seemed to be cut off from another world, where there was no noise, and there were only the two of them .......

Suddenly, a white, dazzling lightning pierced the gray-black sky, Yang Jiahui covered her ears, and plunged into Zhang Jun's arms, and instantly a thunder rushed from afar, and the earth was trembling with the thunder, and he hugged her tightly, for fear that she would be swept away by the thunder.

They waited quietly in the small pavilion for the rain to pass and the sky cleared, suddenly, out of nowhere, a sparrow broke in, chirping on the stone bench opposite, Yang Jiahui also emerged from his arms, looking at the sudden "guest", the sparrow jumped back and forth on the stone bench, but the black eyes stared at the two people tightly, as if to say: I am also here to shelter from the rain, will not hinder you.

The two of them looked at the little sparrow, and the little sparrow was also looking at them, Zhang Jun stretched out his hand and said, "Hi, hello!"

However, the bird did not understand what he meant, and spread its wings and flew away with a pop.

Yang Jiahui gently pinched his arm and said, "It's all your fault, I scared it away." ”

Zhang Jun habitually scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm also kind!"

The two of them looked at each other and were happy.

Zhang Jun suddenly remembered the story told by Lao Hou yesterday, and asked, "Hey, do you know Fang Xia's story?"

"Know some. What's wrong?"

"I found out yesterday that she is also a stock god. Zhang Jun originally wanted to ask about Fang Xia's funds, but when the words came to his lips, he changed the way he asked.

Yang Jiahui said thoughtfully: "It is not easy for her to survive from a laid-off female worker to today. ”

"I still admire her. After Yang Jiahui finished speaking, she was happy with Zhang Jun.

"It's not easy to get into a big house. Zhang Jun slowly led the topic to the financial aspect.

Yang Jiahui is a smart girl in ice and snow, she understood what Zhang Jun meant, so she said lightly: "A few of them are good, only I entered through the back door." After speaking, he secretly glanced at Zhang Jun with his eyes.

Zhang Jun felt that this topic was a bit troublesome, so he hurriedly said: "I was very moved to listen to her story yesterday, and I also want to be like her." ”

"You can, because you're timid. Yang Jiahui giggled after speaking.

Hehe, Zhang Jun smiled innocently.

The rain did not mean to stop at all, but it was getting heavier and heavier, the "tulips" on the ground were opening in patches, the water was gradually rising, and the temperature was dropping sharply unconsciously.

"You see my skirt is wet, it's all because you didn't come sooner. Yang Jiahui was coquettish in Zhang Jun's arms.

Zhang Jun touched the skirt, sure enough, it was a little wet, but it was not serious, he wanted to retract his hand, but he didn't want to touch her thigh, an electric current immediately spread from his hand all over his body, half of his body felt numb, his face immediately swollen red, Yang Jiahui was also a little embarrassed, lowered his head and was speechless for a long time.

Time passed minute by minute, Yang Jiahui looked at the time, it was past the opening time, she didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, he didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, they chatted and laughed in the small pavilion.

"I'll tell you a joke. ”

"Yes. ”

"When I was young, I was only three years old at the time, and once I went to my second aunt's house to break relatives, and when I was eating, I was eating with a bowl of rice, and my cousin said to me: Jun, the bottom of your bowl is leaking. I turned the bowl over and it turned out to be ....... ”

"A bowl of rice has been spilled on you?" Yang Jiahui asked curiously.

"Yes, but my cousin was beaten!"

Zhang Jun finished speaking.

"Look at your bad look!" Yang Jiahui said delicately.

"I'm telling you a joke. Zhang Jun was in a mood for a while.

Xiaoqiang learned Tang poems from the teacher again, and the teacher read: Bright moonlight in front of the bed...... , Teacher, Teacher, whose girl is Mingyue?" Zhang Jun raised his right hand as he said.

Yang Jiahui burst into joy and said, "I don't think it's Xiaoqiang or Xiaojun!"

Hehe.

The rain finally became much lighter, the gray "curtain" was opened, the boats in the river gradually became clearer and clearer, and the "tulips" on the ground were nowhere to be seen.

Yang Jiahui saw some doorways, and was a little embarrassed, she leaned down and gently beat his legs, and it took a long time before she could move freely.

"Jiahui, are you going to the exchange now?" asked Zhang Jun.

"I want to go home and change my clothes and go in the afternoon. ”

"Shall I accompany you?"

Yang Jiahui waved her hand again and again and said, "No, you still look at the market, I think the market is not over yet." ”

"Okay!"

Zhang Jun felt a little disappointed, but he also understood that it was not time yet, and it was not good to go to her house recklessly.

Look at the sky finally cleared, the dark clouds like mountains have dispersed, the green trees and grass are full of life after the rain, a few birds are crossing back and forth between the trees, chirping non-stop, they are in a good mood to breathe deep in the fresh air, out of the pavilion.

"I'll give you a paragraph, okay?"

Zhang Jun said with some pleading.

"I see that you are quite pitiful, so I will let you accompany me for a while!"

"Look, rainbow. Yang Jiahui pointed with her finger and jumped up happily.

I saw a huge rainbow hanging on one side of the sky, the rainbow was like a bouquet of woven rings, embellished on the blue skirt, she crossed the Liao River, it was really a gorgeous bridge! The bridge of hope!

Zhang Jun took out his mobile phone and shouted: "Xiaohui." ”

Yang Jiahui turned around with a smile.

With a "click", Zhang Jun took a picture of this beautiful moment with his mobile phone.

On the screen, the beautiful Yang Jiahui and the beautiful rainbow complement each other, Zhang Jun looked at his mobile phone, with a happy smile on his face, he wants to treasure this photo forever, and ...... forever.