Song Ran was a little puzzled by Xiao Wang's statement, if he was going to joint training, he should be in the army, and there would always be a communication company in the army, so how could he not even have a contact information.

However, she didn't think much about it, thinking that it should be a high level of confidentiality for this mission, so the military did not disclose the details.

Then ...... I can only wait for him to take the initiative to call.

Yang Haitao and Song Xuan are approaching their engagement, Yang Haitao is proud every day, the engagement is coming, is it still far from getting married?

Well, it's not far off, indeed.

That night, it rained outside, an autumn rain and a cold, it was already mid-November, the weather was getting colder and colder, after dinner, Yang Haitao held up a big umbrella, took Song Xuan's hand and walked out.

At half past six, it was already dark outside, Song Xuan shrank his hand and walked well, Yang Haitao smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? ”

"There's a street lamp. ”

"It's night, no one's. ”

"Being seen by a neighbor has a bad impact. ”

"When I hold my daughter-in-law's hand, I have to pay attention to the impact and take into account the feelings of others?"

Song Xuan pinched his palm: "Who is your daughter-in-law?"

The two walked in front, followed by Uncle Zhong and Xiaohu, the two of them didn't have an umbrella, their hands were on their heads, and they ran in a hurry.

What does this kid think?

Yang Haitao tightened her hand and walked in the rain, in a particularly good mood: "Next week is our engagement banquet, my mother has already opened up." ”

Song Xuan twitched her hand, the man's strength was too great, and her hand couldn't move at all.

The autumn rain is as thin as silk, the dim light is sprinkled down, and it is scattered obliquely, and the flower stands in the courtyard on the side have withered, but the bleak scenery does not make people feel sad.

Perhaps, it's because of the man standing next to him?

His palms were warm, and the warmth reached the bottom of her heart, so that she couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at his face, to look at his eyes, to see his bright, clear and amorous eyes.

In a short distance, they walked for a long time, Yang Haitao deliberately walked very slowly, the autumn wind blew, the rain wet his trouser legs, the big umbrella tilted towards Song Xuan, the rain dripped on his left shoulder, and the water also entered his neck, but he didn't feel cold, only comfortable.

Song Xuan said angrily: "Can you go faster?"

Yang Haitao said with a smile in his voice: "Aren't you a young woman in literature and art, don't you like romance, this autumn rain, next to it is a flower stand, and the color of the light is just right, do you feel a little romantic?"

Song Xuan couldn't stop looking at him again, this person, after all, he has read the University of Electricity, and his speech is much more level, in a few words, the picture outlined is indeed romantic and warm.

She clasped his hand tightly and clasped his fingers: "No matter how romantic you are, you can't stand in the rain all the time." ”

She pulled him, quickened her steps, and entered the courtyard next door, Yang Haitao stretched out his hand to push open the iron gate, the bluestone path was washed by the rain and shiny, and the two walked along the path to the porch.

Yang Haitao took the big umbrella and held it in his hand, and there were rain drops falling down the tip of the umbrella.

Song Xuan looked up and saw that the left shoulder of his jacket was already soaked, and there was rain on the left side of his head, falling to the side of his face and falling.

She was moved and raised her eyes to look at him: "Haitao...... Engagement Reception...... Let's cancel it. ”

Yang Haitao's legs were weak and he almost didn't stand.

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