After class ended on Wednesday night, it started to rain.

The November rain hit my body, and it was cold to the bone.

This kind of ice rain is like a small blade, falling on the face like ice ballast, but it will soon turn into a circle of water.

Xiang Xiaoyuan and Liang Jingtao didn't have umbrellas, and the two snuggled up to each other and ran to a McDonald's.

Xiaoyuan's body was covered with water droplets, and Liang Jingtao patronized and protected her head, and her body was more thoroughly watered.

Xiang Xiaoyuan hugged the hot chocolate and shivered from the cold.

It is said that this autumn is a rain and a cold, and the freezing rain of this autumn night is even more cold.

Even if you wear an extra padded top, it doesn't seem to be very useful.

Liang Jingtao's face was also pale, he wiped the rain on his face with his hands, and his lips were bruised.

Xiao Yuan wiped the water droplets from his hair with a tissue in distress, and then smiled and held his hand tightly.

Brother Jing Tao suffered with him again, not to mention that he couldn't sleep at night for such a big night, and he had to suffer from freezing and rain.

Xiao Yuan felt very guilty in his heart, and it hurt a little.

Liang Jingtao looked at Xiao Yuan's pale little face, she squinted and smiled, but there was a trace of mist in her eyes.

The rain was getting heavier, and there was no intention of stopping.

Liang Jingtao looked at the rain with dim yellow lights outdoors, and said to Xiaoyuan:

"You wait for me!"

Then rushing into the rain again, Xiao Yuan stood at the door and shouted his name, not knowing where he was going.

Her eyes were flustered, like a child left on an island, she could only cry helplessly, looking at the heart-wrenching rain, and then stood there stupidly, stomping her feet, covering her head, and slowly exhaling white gas from her mouth, turning into cold smoke in the rain under the lamp.

Xiao Yuan sat back in his seat, continuing to hold the cup of hot chocolate on his chest, his body was cold, but his palms were warm.

She pressed her head to the cup and stared blankly through the glass at the rain-soaked sky.

The stagnant water on the road reflected the light of the headlights, and was carried up by the wheels, like a shattered mirror, reflecting the city that had been shattered into countless pieces.

Xiao Yuan suddenly felt very tired and tired, an indescribable tiredness.

She was hunched up, her arms folded, her hair hanging in pieces.

Cheng Hao seemed to be able to see the cold air emanating from her body.

He saw through the floor-to-ceiling window, saw the rain on her body, and saw her sigh as she rested her head on the table.

It was his most beloved girl, but the light in her eyes did not belong to him.

He tried to go over, but found the man holding an umbrella and hurrying over.

When Xiao Yuan saw the man, he immediately jumped up, then rushed to his side and was held in his arms.

His body was soaked, and he held an umbrella and smiled at Xiao Yuan's raised face.

They snuggled up to each other, smiling at each other under the orange streetlights, despite the late autumn chill all around.

Cheng Hao knew that that person must have used his greatest liliang to take care of this girl.

He was first confused.

I still remember a story I heard when I was a child:

A man has a lot of money, and he gives others a bowl of rice.

A man only has one bowl of porridge, but he is willing to give you half a bowl.

Do you want porridge or rice?

Cheng Hao sat back in the car dejectedly, looking at the two people who were drifting away.

That girl weishenme is a small garden?

What the man could give her was not enough to stretch out his fingers.

But he knew that even if he could give her gold and silver, Xiang Xiaoyuan would not hesitate to choose that person.

Because what he gives is everything, what can he do to catch up?

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On Friday night, Xiaoyuan still came to Cheng Hao's villa.

It rained last week, and she had a little cough, a little sore head, and a low-grade fever.

Cheng Hao was not at home, and the garden was still cleaned.

I don't know if it's because I'm sick, but I feel that the living room is too big to be scary, and I can't wipe it anymore.

Finally cleaned up, she boiled some pear water, no matter how she said it, she had to suppress the cough. If it's still like this tomorrow, I'm sure I'll have to call in sick.

Early Saturday morning, Xiaoyuan went downstairs and saw Cheng Hao sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

She said hello with a strong spirit, Cheng Hao looked at her and smiled at her.

He rarely laughed, and every time he laughed, Xiao Yuan felt frightened. I always felt that he was calculating something behind his smile.

"Don't cook at noon, let's go out to eat!"

Xiao Yuan wanted to cough, and then forcibly pressed back.

She wanted to say something, but she felt top-heavy, so she nodded.

I still have to fight my spirit and go to class first.

Somehow, it was really uncomfortable, there was a feeling that I couldn't cough out even if I wanted to, Xiaoyuan was dizzy, and fell asleep in class for the first time.

She was in a state of vertigo until she sat in Cheng Hao's car.

He weishenme will come to pick him up again, and where is he going to take him, Xiaoyuan didn't have the heart to think, as soon as he got in the car, as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

"Why are you so sleepy?"

Xiao Yuan opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Cheng Hao frowning, smoking through the car window.

She hurriedly sat up, put her coat aside, and looked outside.

She has been to this place, this is Fu Xianlong's young master's house!

Cheng Hao opened the car door: "We're here to eat again!"

Xiao Yuan smiled, then covered his mouth.

I want to cough again, but I can't cough it out, and my chest hurts faintly.

Fu Xianlong had been waiting for a long time and let them into the restaurant.

Appetizers are already on the table.

Fu Xianlong is worthy of being a gourmet, and he is also a good cooker.

Xiao Yuan couldn't help but be a little amused when he looked at his back, who would have thought that such a noble son would be a good man at home.

Whoever can marry into his family must be blessed.

She ate lazily, feeling that her tongue was a little numb, and she couldn't eat any taste of such a haode dish.

The two of them sat there without saying a word, Xiaoyuan was uncomfortable, and his ears were buzzing.

Fu Xianlong talked to herself, but she just coped listlessly, almost without thinking.

Her fugue state made Fu Xianlong a little embarrassed, and some of the words that originally wanted to knock on her sideways were impossible to say, so he could only look at Cheng Hao helplessly.

Of course, Cheng Hao's expression was more helpless than his.

Finally finished eating, Xiaoyuan sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with vanilla tea in his hand and basked in the sun.

It feels warmer, the mind becomes more flexible, and the person has a little more energy.

"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Hao saw that her state was obviously wrong.

Xiaoyuan smiled: "It's nothing, this tea is delicious." ”

Then he stood up and walked around.

She looked at the porcelain vase next to the closet and reached out to touch it.

Cheng Hao warned: "This is going to be broken, you can't afford to pay for it!"

Xiao Yuan put his hand down and flattened his mouth.

Fu Xianlong smiled: "It's okay, anyway, your Cheng Hao can afford it!"

Xiao Yuan didn't say anything, and then his eyes fell on a photo frame.