At six o'clock in the morning, it began to rain outside, sparsely, and it was not cold or windy.

I woke up early, tidied up, washed up, and arranged my clothes before walking out of the dormitory.

"The girl got up early and exercised in the morning!" The janitor in the dormitory building still greeted me with a smile.

"Yes, uncle."

Since I went to college, the first person to greet me every morning is this janitor, who is over half a hundred years old, and the uncle's wrinkled smile is also the first dynamic picture that I catch my eye every morning.

Passing by two dormitory buildings, I trotted all the way to the football field.

Maybe it's because it's still drizzling in the sky, there are very few people exercising in the morning today, and there are only four of them, a Tai Chi grandfather in a white uniform, a middle-aged aunt with a sword pinned to her waist, and a muscular boy running.

I'll admit that my tone was focused on "muscle" and "juvenile".

Writing this, you would think that there might be a gorgeous encounter next, or to put it more literarily, an encounter.

But my strong self-knowledge told me: girl, you are just a well-off girl with a height of 162cm and a weight of 53kg. It's just the kind of passerby who doesn't look in the way of the eyes, and the interaction is not in the grade, fantasizing about the glass slipper smashing his feet on this kind of thing, don't worry about it, be careful to dream too much, it's not worth it to get a brain lack of oxygen or something.

I shook my head, uprooted myself from my imagination, and refocused my gaze on the playground track. It's just that the muscular boy has disappeared, and in the entire horizon, only Grandpa Taiji and Aunt Sword are left.

Putting aside the distractions and getting ready for exercise, I started a morning jog that circled the course four times.

It was just that I had just finished two laps when suddenly a downpour began to fall overhead, and the raindrops were very heavy, as big as pearls.

In a strong instinctive reaction, I spread my legs and ran in the direction of return, but as soon as I took five steps, I was stopped by a voice behind me: "Child, don't run, there is an umbrella!" ”

I turned around and saw Grandpa Tai Chi under the umbrella beckoning me with his right palm covered with green silk, and I instantly felt that the picture was very warm. However, it is for someone like me who has not experienced much family affection.

I ran under my grandfather's umbrella, and he handed me another folding umbrella, black and without any patterns.

"Grandpa, xiexie you! So how do I get the umbrella back to you? Will you be here tomorrow morning? I'm a student at this school, and if you come back tomorrow, I'll give it to you tomorrow! ”

"Not tomorrow! You can give it to my grandson directly! The boy who was running here just now, but he went first. He is also from this school, his name is Zhao Jun, the School of Industrial Management, the sixth class of the Accounting Department, you just give it to him! ”

Grandpa stroked the beard on his chin with his right hand as he spoke, and his temperament matched the white coat on his grandfather's body.

"Done! I remember, I will return the umbrella to your grandson when I am finished! Xiexie is you! ”

I can't describe my feelings now with gratitude. Not to mention sending an umbrella in the rain in advance, such a beautiful thing as sending an umbrella and sending a beautiful man is estimated to be cultivated by a first-class meritorious service or something in the imperial court in the previous life!

Thanks to the previous life! Thanks to the Imperial Court! Thanks to the old man! Thanks for the pouring rain! Thanks for the umbrellas! Thanks for the morning exercise! Thank......

Back in the dormitory, I spread my umbrella and cooled myself in the hallway. Then I looked at my watch, and at seven o'clock Beijing time, my sleeping roommates were still in their dreams and refused to wake up.

I looked out the window, the rain was beating the ground more and more fiercely, and my central nervous system kept processing and integrating those words: Zhao Jun, School of Industrial Management, Class 6 of the Department of Accounting.