The cold winds of the previous day brought cold Siberian air, which merged with the warm southern current, and the whole city was shrouded in gray clouds, and the pouring rain came unexpectedly, and the day was like night, and the heavy rain poured on the ground, and the white smoke was spread. Yang Feng stood straight at the door of the teaching building, looking at the door from the second floor of the teaching building, only to see a dim light in the middle of the pitch black, and Yang Feng's black figure in the center of the gray light. The figure was reflected on the marble floor of the school building, and it looked extraordinarily tall. The office building opposite was lit up by the pouring rain, and the dim light came from there. From time to time, a few pigeons flying past the nearby church play with the pouring rain in the sky more than a dozen stories high, and strive to spread their wings and rush to the top of the office building, but what is the point of this? Not far away is the gate of the school, outside the iron gate printed with black patterns, shuttle vehicles with headlights on the rain is difficult.

The rain was so urgent, even standing under the eaves of the teaching building, the small drops of rain wet Yang Feng's face. Taking a deep breath, the smell of rain mixed with the scent of earth filled the air, cold air running through his throat and reaching his lungs. Yang Feng closed his eyes tightly, trying to feel this nature in order to make his heart peaceful. But how could he be peaceful? One thing after another haunted his mind, and he couldn't break free.

Wang Ziling walked down slowly on the third floor in a student uniform, and saw Yang Feng's figure on the platform on the second floor, she didn't make a sound, just watched him quietly, watching him enjoy the tranquility in the pouring rain.

After a while, a bright lightning bolt streaked across the sky, accompanied by thunder, and the rain crackled and fell on the playground, and the sound was even more than wave after wave. Wang Ziling slowly walked to the first floor with the reddish-brown solid wood handrail, although the sound of the rain was endless, Wang Ziling was still a little worried, worried that her footsteps would disturb Yang Feng at this time. She silently walked slowly to the coffee machine on the first floor, took a two-yuan coin from the pocket of her school uniform, and threw it into the coffee machine. After a few seconds, the fragrant coffee fell into the snow-white paper cup.

The coffee in the paper cup didn't taste the best, it was just a mixture of cocoa powder and ground coffee. A trace of white smoke rose above the white paper cup, Wang Ziling held it with both hands, and the warm current instantly pierced the chill in his hands. She slowly walked to Yang Feng's side. Greeted Yang Feng softly: "Hey, what are you doing here when you don't go to class?"

Yang Feng looked at the pouring rain in front of him and sighed: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens, sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently."

- "Du Fu's "Spring Night Rain"", Wang Ziling said with a sweet and innocent smile.

"Yes, this one"

- "Let's have a cup of coffee", Wang Ziling gently raised his hands and held the cup of coffee in front of Yang Feng.

Looking at Wang Ziling's silky face, a pair of beautiful eyes under the long eyelashes, and a pair of pink lips slightly open, I saw the tip of the tongue beating slightly in the cherry mouth, pretending to be calm on the surface, but in fact, the heart was already rippling. Yang Feng took the cup of coffee, and the warmth of the coffee floated up to Yang Feng's mouth and nose with the mist, and he only felt a burst of fragrance, which was much more refreshing.

Yang Feng lifted the coffee paper cup, took a sip, the warm feeling slid into his throat with the coffee, spreading to the whole body, and then holding the paper cup in his left hand, dragging the bottom of the cup with his right hand and saying: "It's really good to have a good friend like you", he didn't dare to look directly at Wang Ziling's gentle eyes, there was a little entanglement in his heart, and his eyes looked at the office building in the distance.

- "You...... Not going to class?", Wang Ziling asked him tentatively.

"I'm thinking about the configurator of the 24-port switch, the classroom is too noisy, I don't want to sit in it, don't you have class?"

- "Don't mention this", Wang Ziling smiled slightly and tilted his head. She always thought about Yang Feng in her heart, and when she saw Yang Feng unusually quiet before the class started, she felt that her mood was a little wrong, so she followed him far away, wanting to experience and feel Yang Feng's inner world. The figure of Yang Feng standing alone at the door of the teaching building, for Wang Ziling, was a little heartache, how she hoped that Yang Feng could be more cheerful, no longer so lonely, no longer so lonely. But how can these things be directly told to Yang Feng? So this feeling can only be buried deep in my heart, with a slight smile, and let the heavy rain in front of me wet this wide playground.

"Say, buy me coffee, do you have something to ask me?", Yang Feng turned around and looked at Wang Ziling's beautiful face, and did not continue to mention the topic just now.

- "No, no, it's just ...... Feel like you might be cold standing outside. Wang Ziling said hurriedly with a blank face, his left hand was tightly clasped on his chest, and his right hand grabbed his left hand and refused to let go.

"Thank you, Ziling. Yang Feng's heart was melted and touched, his eyes were a little ruddy, and his eyes were a little blurry, could it be that the rain was drawn into his eyes?

As the pouring rain hit the playground and the stone steps, the coffee in Yang Feng's cup gradually became a little cold.

At this moment, in the ward of the hospital, Liu Mengting was sitting on the hospital bed, looking at the pouring rain outside the window, because the hospital lights were dazzling, so she turned off the fluorescent lamps in the ward, and just quietly recalled the scene of pushing the boss to the cliff with the car that day. Thinking of this, she showed a sad and annoyed expression. "Maybe the car was still alive before it exploded", such a thought flashed through Liu Mengting's mind repeatedly, and with bursts of thunder, the picture of that night seemed to appear in the rain outside the window. She thought about jumping through the window, but the windows of the hospital were all ajar, so she gave up. "If I'm gone, Dad will be very sad......", she thought quietly, her tears had long since dried up, her eyes were astringent, and she wanted to cry but couldn't.

"Dang, dang", at this time, someone knocked on the door, Liu Mengting was thinking, "Who could it be?", she said weakly: "Please come in", turned her head to look at the door.

At this time, Xiaolong walked in from the door, dressed in a black suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, with a smile on his face, and he was not at all the fierce appearance that kicked Yang Feng.

He walked to Liu Mengting's bed, put the bouquet in the vase, and said to Liu Mengting: "I just went to complete the commercial medical insurance claim, and I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Liu Mengting nodded her head slightly, and her soft hair swayed slightly. Xiaolong asked softly, "Miss, are you feeling better?"