Qianling was stunned, looking at his clear eyebrows under the long rain, his heart suddenly pricked for no reason, and he trembled and hurt.

This is in ...... Ask her opinion?

Though...... Recently, I've been helping Lan Feng run errands, but it's just doing chores, and I don't know anything about the affairs of the demon clan, especially things like this kind of personnel change and work deployment......

"Which one do I think is better...... It doesn't matter, right...... After all, you have to get along with each other in the future, and it's good to be what you like......"

The muttering is getting quieter.

The rain was dripping.

The red umbrella insulates the wind and rain, and paints the bright color on the silhouette of the two people.

Lan Yue lowered her eyes and looked at her, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her smile had already dispersed. The already pale skin is reflected in the rain and mist, showing a bit of the beauty of ice muscle and jade bones.

Qianling looked at him stupidly, holding her breath slightly, unable to take her eyes off.

I haven't seen each other for a while, but Xiaoyue has become better again......

It turns out that a full meal and a hungry meal will not only not make your face yellow and thin, but will you also become beautiful......?

He turned away.

The wind blows the robe, and the hair dances lightly. The moment he stepped out of the umbrella, the rain that flew obliquely wet his long hair like ink, the mist was hazy, and his head seemed to be white in a trance.

"Satsuki!"

Qianling's heart trembled, and she rushed forward to pull him back, covering the umbrella over his head, while reaching out to wipe his wet clothes and long hair:

"Won't you say a word and leave?

But he was silently avoided, and he never even touched the corners of his clothes.

Her hand was stuck in mid-air, Qianling was stunned, slowly withdrew her hand, and stood a little overwhelmed by what to do.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The pouring mist descended from the depths of the sky and splashed down on the verdant canopy of the giant tree, like a surging waterfall turning into several streams and flying into the bottom of the deep valley.

Dense raindrops fell on the red umbrella surface, raising smoke and mist, and engulfing the people standing oppositely.

"Satsuki ......" has a dry throat and makes restless syllables.

What happened to you......?

The wind stirred his long hair, and his dangling eyelashes obscured his eyes, and there was no light in the dull silence.

"Let's go. The cold voice was very soft, scattered in the wind and rain.

Qianling was stunned, blinked and looked at him, and before she could ask "where to go", she was choked by his next sentence and couldn't say a word.

"I don't want to see you here again. ”

Ignoring the pair of eyes that were round with surprise, he turned away and stepped straight out of the umbrella, his long hair dancing lightly, and his back showed a bit of loneliness.

"What do you mean!"

But he was grabbed by the wrist, pulled back hard, and raised his eyes to meet the angry eyes.

"Did I provoke you?" I stepped on your tail?" Qianling clasped his wrists, staring at him in surprise with a pair of round eyes, angry and about to erupt into flames, but still holding the umbrella over his head.

"Xiaoyue, listen to me, this document, you have to choose it today, and you have to choose it if you don't choose it!"

She held the list in front of him:

"I'll leave as soon as you're done, I promise I won't bother you for a minute! I'll resign and go back to the tree house to pack up and leave, you don't want to see me, I'll just leave, and you don't have to pretend to help me inquire about Xiao Yu's ......!"

The voice did not fall,

The wind is blowing.

In an instant, the list had been reduced to a cloud of crumbling paper, scattered like decaying fireworks......

Stain your vision into a pure white flying flower.

A little blood splattered from his fingertips, like cinnabar shattered in the heavy rain.

Qianling was stunned.

Stacks of papers between the loose arms drifted down, and they were scattered on the ground in the heavy rain, and they were completely watered by the rain.

The hand was thrown away, and the red umbrella fell, splashing water.

The heavy rain was a basin of icy water, which drenched her in an instant.

She just stared blankly at the person in front of her, her eyes washed clean by the rain.

The tip of the bamboo shoot's left bun was messy by the rain, and the soaked hair fell down and clung to his cheeks, and his whole body was cold and cool.

She just stared at him blankly, her cheeks rolling down in the raindrops, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Whatever you want. ”

The long eyelashes drooped, and the rain line hazy the familiar outline.

In the field of vision, the pair of black wings that had taken her through the sea of clouds and the sky slowly unfolded, and the sound of the wind flowed, taking away the people who were once close to her.

She stood still, in the rainstorm.

There was a red umbrella under his feet, and a cloud of broken paper and soaked papers, and he was extremely embarrassed.

The rain was dripping.

Slowly the taste of the rain changed and became so salty.

The temperature has changed, and it is so hot and hot.

The long, soaked chestnut hair hung down and hung down on the neck and wrapped around the ears.

"Nervous ...... Sickness...... Neuropathy ......"

Warm tears dripped down his chin and burned into his heart.

"What...... Nerve ......"

In the heavy rain, she whimpered like a wronged child or a wounded little beast, but she stubbornly refused to let out a single word of weakness, only a long choking through the sound of wind and rain...... Lost in a corner where no one listens.

The rain continued.

The rain under the eaves merged, and the mandala lanterns were misty and watery.

The bead curtain makes a soft sound when it is lifted, which is not obvious in the sound of rain.

The incense in the room was ethereal, and Lan Feng raised his eyes from the table and saw a soaked girl opening the bead curtain and entering the door.

The rain parted strands of soaked chestnut hair and stuck to his face. The corners of the skirt were wet and dripping, and the black and red boots were also soaked, leaving a meandering water trail on the ground, and it was embarrassing.

“…… If you want to scold, scold. The voice was a bit of broken and decadent.

She stood in front of the desk with her head hovered, slowly spreading the pile of soaked scraps of paper and papers onto the table.

Lan Feng looked at the water stains on the table and wrinkled the corners of his forehead, and raised his eyes to stare at her dejected face for a while, thoughtful.

"That's it......"

He moved the books on the table away from the water.

He lowered his eyelashes, and his faint voice was as long as a sigh: "Anyway, these ...... It's also useless. ”

Qianling's wet eyelashes were full of water droplets, and there was no look in her empty eyes.

"By the way......" As if remembering something, Lan Feng raised his eyes to look at her, "Brother has gone to Galandelle, just now." You know what?"

Qianling's eyelashes suddenly shook violently, her dry lips moved, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

Lan Feng quietly observed the change in her expression, and gradually understood it.

“…… Let's go back to the treehouse. It's been raining a lot lately, so don't go out if you have nothing to do. ”

The sound of rain was like the sound of broken bones.

Lan Feng's always vicious and merciless tongue was rare and gentle, but it seemed to be mixed with a deep sigh.

Qianling lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking, nodding slowly and mechanically. Warm tears slid down her cheeks, sinking into the corners of her lips and burning into her heart, spreading the bitterness of depression.